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Welcome! Here you'll find a random story I write as often as I can. It's centralized around a guy named Milo whom I like as a character. But the real purpose of all this is to entertain you (so comment!) and to write daily. Please keep in mind that my first language is german and I just write in english cuz I feel like.

Fucked up Foreplay Part III

(Please check this and this out before reading Part III in case you are new.)

 "Milo, sweetheart!," his Mom greeted him and immediately took him into a close embrace. Milo stiffened but nevertheless returned the hug uneasily.
He could make out his father in the kitchen doorway, in front of him the wheelchair with Daniel sitting in it. His younger brother clapsed with his tiny hands.
Milo stepped into the house then and closed the door behind him. It smelled

(the rest will be coming tomorrow, im sorry, didnt have any time)

26.9.10 22:25


Fucked up Foreplay Part II

(Please check this out before reading this part in case you are new.)

Milo never took the car to his parents' house. Instead he got on the bus the next morning unwillingly. He never visited his family, but ... well, it was his birthday. He could quickly drop by, eat some cake, reassure his mother everythin' was fine - not that things changed if it wasn't - and his mind would be pleased until christmas. Or: no, his mind was just fine, it was more that he wouldn't have to talk to his parents every other week when they remembered he was alive. But whatever.
Milo actually had to pay attention to where the bus was by now. His visits were too rare to know the way by heart.
On the opposite there was a girl sitting. She was damn hot, with that silky hair falling down the back of hers. But she was probably about 16. Not his hunting area. Milo didn't care about the law or that it was like ... not nice for someone to fuck an underage. He was more that first she probably still was a virgin and you could get your kick outa that, but it brought problems along just like that. She wouldn't just let him fuck her, naw, she would want to get to know him first, to let him meet her parents, to take her time before she would give herself to him completely. And if that wasn't enough already, no, there was still the fact she didn't know a goddamn thing. She's never sucked anyone off, she probably wouldn't even want to swallow. And he was just not the kinda guy who was being careful so she doesn't get hurt.
Nonetheless, she smiled at him. He smiled back but turned away quickly so he could stare out the window. He didn't wanna give her hopes but neither did he want to crash her self-confidence completely. Girls that age were easily shattered, he could tell.
He shot her a quick glance sideways. She was putting on another layer of her lip gloss. Why did girls do that?! It was just gross to kiss 'em then. Well, it did look good, though. But still, was not worth it.
The girl obviously knew she was beautiful. Maybe it wouldn't shatter her at all if he at least played some with her.
But not today. His parents probably were already awaiting him.
Well ... well ...
He got up and took the seat next to the girl who quickly put away her lip gloss. She knew she was stunning, yet she was shy. Probably 'cause Milo knew he was just as stunning. And older. She obviously was flattered by him giving her attention. She was good-looking nevertheless, with that red on her cheeks.
"Hey" he said huskily, perfectly aware that it was his best I-wanna-bent-you-over-and-take-you-from-behind-voise. Her blush became deep red.
"H-Hey" she said in a high voice. Wow, she sounded young.
"How are you?"
"Uhm ... fine?"
"That's good. I'm Milo." Again he was the politeness himself. There was a pause. Then: "And you?"
"Oh! Im Amy!"
Not only her voice sounded young, her name did as well.
He bit his lip. Not sure. She was damn hot, he shouldn't picture her naked or, well ... it would be visible. But still, it was plain clear she was innocent.
"I'd love to talk to you, you're wicked cute. But I gotta get out the next stop" he apologized. It wasn't even a lie. Milo quickly took a pen he always kept in the pocket of his jacket.
"Will you give me your number?" he asked, a smile around his lips like he wasn't sure she would. But of course she scribbled her number on his arm, her hand shaking nervously.
"And you'll call me?"
Milo smiled reassuringly and left the bus, aiming his parents' house.

21.9.10 22:55

Fucked up Foreplay Part I

She cuddled herself next to him, one hand tracing along his bare chest. Her fingernails were a bit too long to actually be pleasant.
But that wasn't the reason for Milo to push her away. He didn't cuddle. He fucks. He makes girls scream in amazement, he makes 'em moan loudly at the full extend of their lungs. But he did not cuddle.
Just: Girls tended not to get that. She again tried to make herself comfortable next to him, but he inched away.
"Cut it out" he sneered.
He's not been lovely fuckin' her, so why should he be now?
"Milo, what's wrong?" she asked.
He didn't answer her. He was pissed off. Why did everyone assume his name was pronounced like that guy who managed hitting a number one hit without knowin' how to play a guitar and being ugly as fuck?! It was not M-i-lo, but more like M-e-lo, the i pronounced like an e. It wasn't that hard to get, was it?
"You pronounce my name wrong."
"Oh, I'm real sorry!" She looked bewildered.
He shrugged the topic off, not in the mood to explain. Ignoring, that he completely forgot her name. Melanie, Lindsay, Chelsea? Whatever, didn't matter no more. She's fulfilled her duty.
Doesn't mean that Milo hated women and saw 'em as subjects. He did not. Honestly, he didn't. It was just that ... well, he's had her. It was over. So just suck it up and get it over with.
He got up from the bed, not bothering to cover his naked body. She knew what he looked like, she's been face-to-face with his dick. And he knew what she looked like, yet she frantically gathered the blanket around her. Milo shot a sarcastic glance her way.
What the fuck was her name again? Well, why not ask her. It's not like he cared much about what she thought of him. But ... then again, her friends have been lookin' very hot.
"I'm sorry, but this just blew your name outa my mind." It was obvious what he meant by 'this'. He gave her what was supposed to be an apologetic look, but he'd never been good at lying afterwards. He was trying, though.
She bought it, apparently. Her answering smile was brilliant, not at all hurt. "Sharon" she winked.
"Sharon, how could I forget? I'm so sorry." He could be polite, if he wanted to. Now there was a reason to be.
"Nevermind" she smiled. Obviously she was dazzled by his look. Not that much of a surprise, was it? Milo was blessed, gifted. He looked amazing, he didn't want to show off. It's just the way it was. He was not makin' the girls fall for him, but they just did. Well, he cared about his body, of course, he made sure his hair looked untidy and his clothes were OK. But that didn't take hours in the morning. Sometimes nature loves you. And it was not like he didn't suffer enough for it.
"Sharon, I'm real sorry, but I gotta go." He took her into his arms, tightly. Bent down to kiss her, first on the cheek, then gently on the lips. He could feel her legs give away (why the fuck could girls not just stand on their own?!) as their tongues met. He supported her weight. Yep, she would definitely talk to her girl friends about this.
"When will we meet again?" she breathed against his lips.
"As soon as you go to bed" he answered, sounding like he was joking - he was not. It was the easiest way to tell a girl she'd just dream about this from now on.
Sharon giggled. "You gonna call?"
But Milo just turned, got his jacket and opened the door. Usually he would've loved to say somethin' now, but he couldn't think of anythin'. So he just stepped out into the night, it's got dark by now, turned once again on the heel, smiled and closed the door behind him, leaving a girl who was about the call all her girl friends.

20.9.10 16:20


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