She gently chewed me out over my failed love life. Then she said better days were ahead for me, she can feel it.I hope so, and she was usually right......I met Freddie Monday morning at my studio. He was bubbling over, and had brought his manager and producer with him.The manager just smiled while the producer raved about the show. He went on and on about chemistry and quality. I knew he was leading up to something so I let him ramble. He finally wound down.Freddie took over."This isn't a. We sing along loudly to WILD ONES by Flo Rider in each other's faces; boldly, I look straight into his eyes (I think it surprises him a little!). The crowd is getting wilder, jostling us around on the asphalt, and soon we decide to go inside and return to kissing. He takes my hand and leads me back into the club, where we find an unoccupied dark corner.I lean back on the seat and let him tilt his face over mine. We kiss softly, his hand between my thighs, my body arched toward his. I sit up and. It is time. He turned from her and stood in front of the whore who was barely conscious. He grabbed her hair and held her head straight. She looked at him, and he stared into her eyes as he said, I give your black soul to Chernobog. May we both live forever in his keeping. He swiftly drew the razor-sharp dagger across her throat and threw his head back as her warm blood covered him, running down his chest and legs to pool at his feet. He waited until no more blood flowed from her, and then he. Why do I want nothing more than to be yours? My body aching, just wanting to feel your love. My teeth stay smashed into my lip, trying to stay quiet, so as to not make you mad, just wanting to please you, day in and day out, but getting nothing in return. Your hand on my head, my eyes shooting their glance to you while soft purrs fill my throat, eyes glancing between lips and eyes, making me blush and bite my lip in embarrassment. Why can’t I be myself around you? Why do I feel so imperfect? .