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CountofTuscany
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- Joined
- Jun 29, 2009
- Location
- Chile
Alexander was in his room usings his hands to give his beloved girl a screaming orgasm. Her curves were ideal, her hairs golden, and she screamed like no other. This was a hectic situation, anybody would know of their secret meeting. Suddenly a scream was heard over the locked door to their secret meeting where someone, a women, yelled, "Hey Alex! Turn your guitar down!". Alex smiled as he took his hands off his guitar, to let the rare gold colored strings ring for one last time, before setting down the volume. He smirked, it always got into everyone's nerves, he even wondered how many times that's been said to him today. Sometimes the entire family would argue and he would never know. It was as if the music wrapped him into his own bubble. He loved to play, nearly as much as he loved other things. He hummed and bent down to hit the volume on the amp. He turned it so the music would not leave his room where he played every single day. He stood up and pressed the pedal to make a long chorus psychodelic effect. He played a chord, and let it ring for a few second before playing slowly and lettign all of his feelings through.
He was a tall man, around 6'02". He was muscular too, do to being in the football team. He was your atypical quarter back. Not really known throughout the school, he preffered to have a few close friends that were into the things he was, like music. He had short dirty blonde hair, and a pair of peircing blue eyes. His smile would make women melt, and his attitude tended to do the same whenever he let it. Alex was now wearing a tight green sweater under a plain white t-shirt, a pair of kahki shorts that passed his knees, with a pair of white sneakers with hot green laces. He and his sister were supposed to have the house all to themselves this weekend, and what a weekend had his sister's friends planned for him. He did not know of it though, nor did his sister... nor his mother for that matter. His mother, which had divorced his father way back, had said she would be leaving to a get-away weekend, the mother had a very close relationship with her daughter and her daughters friend, she hadn't admit it, but they made her feel younger than ever. As for Alex... he just played on, until his mother called.
"Oh great, you're finally leaving!" He called as he put his guitar in it's stand. He opened the door, and let the light of the afternoon invade his room. It was very large and very well decorated. As for the rest of the house... it was even greater, a mansion on it's own. He walked downstairs passing the hall where some post'modern scultures lay along with some rare paintings. He was going to meet his mother, where she would say her goodbyes.
He was a tall man, around 6'02". He was muscular too, do to being in the football team. He was your atypical quarter back. Not really known throughout the school, he preffered to have a few close friends that were into the things he was, like music. He had short dirty blonde hair, and a pair of peircing blue eyes. His smile would make women melt, and his attitude tended to do the same whenever he let it. Alex was now wearing a tight green sweater under a plain white t-shirt, a pair of kahki shorts that passed his knees, with a pair of white sneakers with hot green laces. He and his sister were supposed to have the house all to themselves this weekend, and what a weekend had his sister's friends planned for him. He did not know of it though, nor did his sister... nor his mother for that matter. His mother, which had divorced his father way back, had said she would be leaving to a get-away weekend, the mother had a very close relationship with her daughter and her daughters friend, she hadn't admit it, but they made her feel younger than ever. As for Alex... he just played on, until his mother called.
"Oh great, you're finally leaving!" He called as he put his guitar in it's stand. He opened the door, and let the light of the afternoon invade his room. It was very large and very well decorated. As for the rest of the house... it was even greater, a mansion on it's own. He walked downstairs passing the hall where some post'modern scultures lay along with some rare paintings. He was going to meet his mother, where she would say her goodbyes.