.. sorry. This was supposed to apply to the post above, not the one I replied to. Sorry! My bad. Subj: Re: Re: Pop-Culture...Story Posted By: Anonymous2222 Time: Monday 18:02.44 i HaTe FaNaTaFiCtIoN aNd aLl oF yOu SiCkO rEtArDs. gEt a LiFe yOu bUnCh oF cRuDdY lOsEr-WaNkErS! Subj: Re: Re: Re: Pop-Culture Story Posted By: anonymous Time: Monday 19:14.18 dUdE, yOu sUcK tOo! Subj: Re: TG. I walked upstairs remembering my last meeting with Raven at Betty's sex shop, and how she made me treat Betty in front of all those men. I managed to get myself all excited during the short trip to my room.I entered my room and shut the door behind me putting my back to the door. I listened to my racing heart for few moments and ran through the relaxing techniques I learned long ago, trying to come down. Seeing Raven could lead to potential 'moments of weakness, ' but it also could give me an. No Melody. I wanted to and feared to volunteer to be the third tongue stud. I wanted to be someone other than a utility to Matt. An utility. An umbrella. A yellow flower. Fuck English.He was tired and happy as he washed my hair. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. That was the worst part of my slavery, enjoying it. No one did, not all the time, but it was trivial to find some moments were I loved it. It had just been a warm afternoon. We had watched pirated movies on Robin’s computer;. I smile back knowing that I have liked him for a while, and wishing something would happen. He stops suddenly and kisses me as if it is the only thing keeping him alive. I can feel his lips pressed against mine and his tongue frantically searching my mouth. His hands are running up and down my back and he has managed to undo my bra. I start to feel dizzy at the intensity of his kiss, so I pull away and open my eyes. The hall is now in total darkness. The blinds are closed and he has knocked off.