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19 year-old female from On A Deserted Island with Internet Acess
Welp; I'm 15 years old. And I started to love RT because of the Strangerhood. But now I'm obsessed with RvB, Achievement Hunter, and Captain Dynamic (Who isn't?). Ooh; I used a contraction, how controversial :D. I've wanted to be a member for a long time; but I procrastinate. | Latest Post | |
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Tales of Insignificant Existance
I nervously sat on the stoop of my home, twiddling my thumbs, knees together; like always. My legs were silky smooth from some new lotion; only God knows the name. I slide my manicured french nails on my silky skin. I looked down at the floor, watching ants trail in a line. I pretended to be fascinated with these ants until I heard the familiar footsteps. I kept my eyes on the ground, grinning at the familiar beat-up Nike's that came into my field of view.
"Hey there, pretty girl.." called a voice softly.
I rose to my feet excitedly. My new boyfriend, Matt, finally showed up for my family's' Four of July party. This was only my third boyfriend, we were only going out for a few days, but I felt instant chemistry between the two of us. Matt was sixteen, I was only fourteen, but the way he grinned.. the way his lips just curled into that smile, muttering the words "Babe" to me every time we kissed. I gently took his hand, leading him into the house, he waited in the living room patiently when I left him there. I blushed at my figure in the mirror. It wasn't my first bikini, but it was the first time I wore for a boy. Butterflies fluttered in my chest, the feeling I craved, the only thing I could feel lately. Happiness was not even a dull memory; I simply couldn't remember such a thing. The adrenaline was the closest thing I had.. and I was willing to do anything to get that rush. Some small, muffled voice inside me would argue that this was not healthy; think about the trouble I could get into. But I wasn't going to think of the repercussions at this time. I made sure my bikini was as perfect as possible on my body staring at the reflection that stared back listlessly; small breasts, average body weight, jet black hair, dark eyes, yet with legs to die for. Taking a deep breath, I entered the short hallway; feeling that adrenaline again, sweet like honey.
We ended up in my pool, of course, just playing around. Splashing, talking, kissing... within the eye distance of my parents and their friends getting drunk together. I pressed my body to his, riding on his back under the water; he slowly glided to a blind spot in the pool. We started to kiss; it was innocent enough. Until I felt hands on my back.. hands on my neck.. hands on my bikini top.
"Matt.." I whispered in a innocent tone, blushing. Thinking this meant he would stop; I suppose it didn't. He proceeded to grow an devilish grin; one I've never seen in my life, only in movies. Matt untied my bikini with one pull like a pro. Nobody had ever seen my bare body before, and I was very self-conscious. My hands moved before my mouth could, I grabbed my bikini top covering my breasts. I blushed a furious red, not giggling anymore. "Matt.. put it back!" I whispered harshly, just in case my parents were in earshot. "Aw, but babe, you look so cute.." he grinned that sweet smile I was used to, trying to kiss my neck. "Put.. it.. back.." I whispered through gritted teeth, his smile didn't work it's magic.. and hopefully it wouldn't anymore. He huffed out a 'fine' and tied it back for me. I dived under the water to the pool steps, grabbing a towel and trudging into the house.
Later
I was still pissed as ever, yet flattered in the oddest way. A boy wanted to see me? The person under the clothing? I searched around my laundry room for a bra.. sadly I couldn't find one. So I just slipped on a extremely large sweatshirt and some shorts; my hair still sopping wet. I caught my naked body in the mirror, thinking if Matt was there, what would I do? I shook that thought from my mind, back to the disgustingness of it. I sat, legs crossed for almost an hour on the couch, Matt sat opposite from me, flicking through the channels. While channeling surfing, he turned on Law and Order, my favorite show. I forgot all of my frustration and almost leaped off my seat. "Omigod! Law and Order... can we keep it on baby? Please?" Matt grinned, opening his arm as a space for me to sit. I could tell he was sorry. And one thing I knew, he would do anything for me to forgive him. "Can we take MySpace pictures?" I asked, pouting my lips, raising an eyebrow. Matt groaned, he hated taking pictures. I placed my hand on his thigh and kissed his cheek "Pleeeease baby?" he chuckled in a manly way; nodding his head. We stood in front of the mirror trying to take pictures. I was so excited to show off my new boyfriend to all of my friends. Matt didn't like any of the pictures, he suggested we go into my room because he knew I had a big mirror on my wall. I shrugged, why not? My parents were here, he wouldn't dare try anything. "If you try anything, I'll scream!" I said jokingly. We took pictures in front of my mirror until I was content, the door was open, so I felt safe. I sat on my bed for a moment to delete some pictures. Matt closed the door, apparently I didn't hear the click of the lock either.
"What are you doing?" I asked half scared, half laughing. Matt said no words, just pushed my onto my bed violently, kissing me roughly on the mouth and all over my body. His hands were no longer that scruffy, manly feel.. they felt grimey and rough. I tried to fight him off, telling him to stop the jokes. He began to bite on my neck, I winced.
"I-I'll scream," I said shakily. As a response, he smacked a hand over my mouth tightly. My eyes filled with fear I'd never known. Tears threatened to flow as they pushed against my eyes. My body sent into panic, I breathed roughly through my nose. Matt seemed to get-off on this; as his hands slid up my porciline-colored skin. He threw off my shirt, he kissed my roughly; so rough I felt his teeth as I tried to scream. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth. He put my hands together, holding them down. He was so much stronger then me... I tried to kick, but his body weight kept me down. He grabbed my breasts roughly, scratching.. tearing.. cutting. Pain oozed in my body as I cried muffled teas.
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| Awards | | | | The Goods | | | Name |
Toni | | Occupation |
Wanna-be Graphic Artist/Student | | Birthday |
January 14th, 1993 | | Interests |
Graphic Design Art Webcomics Reading | | TONIXD'S... | | | Groups |
Show 3 More | | Music |
The Killers Maroon 5 Hollywood Undead Daft Punk | | Movies |
Bronx Tale Seven Pounds Forrest Gump The Butterfly Effect | | TV Shows |
Law&Order: SVU Pysch Monk Family Guy South Park American Dad | | Books |
Crank Glass Impulse Burned Identical |
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