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  • I am pretty sure Beckie will have a home invasion by a night intruder/rapist within the next month. It was a bog filled night, a man walked through deep mud and his sinking feeling as he crawled on. His heart lay shivering, his clothes wet and clinging like striging hands. He nearly felt his breath just leave him, with every grueling step through this forest of inky black. A light. There lay an array of lights in the distance, '-windows' the man saw. He dashed onwards, cimbing atop dirt and sticks, as his spirit rose to the doorstep. On the door lay a large ring, so shivering his heart and hands, he clutched it, giving three strikes to the door. He sat, wondering is truly someone sat at home, or if they wanted the world to think that, leaving their house with the lights on merely to trick. Soon footfalls fell one by one, slowly making it's way to the door. With his spirits cheering on, he hardcore waited for the door, it opening with a haunting creek. There lay no person behind the door. Heart spun around, his body wished to flee, but with his eyes he hungered the warm fireplace within, the beautiful furniture that sat, begging to give comfort. With a gulp he stepped inside, door slowly creaking closed his entrance behind him, he knew he wasn't leaving. So he looked around, the house neatly kept, the beautiful crackling of the fire place, the entire setting set him at an ease he long forgotten. He knew not to be rude, with a shivering shout he said "thank you for having me, you certainly helped keep me warm!" He got no response, but something felt right by doing it. He then looked at the embers and blaze, it calling to him. He approached it, nearly sitting down on the furniture on instinct, but something felt off. He only need one look at himself to see he was dirty and stained, he would only muddy the beautiful furniture. It didn't matter whether it blondes be magic or coincidence, he wasn't going to ruin furniture without knowing who was here. So he sat on his knees, hands by the growing orange glow as a sigh escaped him. Then hands went across his abs, gripping and dragging him swiftly to this beautiful piece of furniture and sitting him promptly. He sat bewildered, and somewhat unsurprised that then his boots flew off and floated away out of his sight. He watched the fire, once again nearly out of breath. 'What was going on? Who lay in this house that could do this?' A hand lay on his shoulder from behind "Why it would be me dear" Looking at our beds gave me the idea to push them together so we could have sex on a bigger bed. You never say what to call them.” Finally Alistair let her up. “Yes, I have to roll a box of silverware. “Aaah.. I waited for more noises, footsteps, water running, the normal things that should be happening; but there was none of that. I wanted that. “Ealaín!” But he decided blondes that would be too easy, and ultimately boring. Suddenly the skirt sailed down to her feet on its own. What did I look like, 5’8, 19 years old, sweating my ass off on a little Huffy mountain bike that I ain’t rode since middle school? His pants were tight enough and you could hardcore clearly see a slight wet spot forming. Rest your back in it, then knock for me I gently rubbed the outside of her thighs, then moved to the backs.