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    Baby, I’m A Mess – (Chapter: Suspending Disbelief)

    Story written on March 31, 2007 by restartmyheart.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=14047
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    “Smoke’s filled the air and i’m struggling to breathe.
    Let them be calm, so I finally can sleep.
    Everything you intended to say,
    Don’t go back on your words.
    You always said you’d tell me first.”- ‘We’re All Thieves’, Circa Survive

    Get her upstairs, talk her out of something I wasn’t sure if she wanted to do or not, that was the idea. But we did just down a fifth of vodka and I was feeling a little bit more like myself so please don’t ask me to explain Spencer’s shirt on my bedroom floor…or my shirt for that matter, or our bras, panties, any of that. They were off, discarded, long gone and forgotten and we were on my bed. I’m pretty sure that’s all that mattered right now.

    Oh…we talked about it…for all of three minutes, but then…she crawled into my lap and brought her lips to mine…the way they felt together, in perfect synch. The way her tongue moved against mine, dancing together. All it took was that one kiss… just one and the little devil on my shoulder and I were slapping a high five. I couldn’t think about anything, nothing except the rhythm of my fingers inside of her and how they were pumping faster, matching ever response and movement her body made.

    I didn’t care if my mom came home right now. I didn’t care if step father number 4 stopped by. I didn’t care how loud she was being, I just wanted her to know just how good I am at what I do. I wanted her to know how badly I wanted to touch her, taste her, feel her and make her feel good.

    “Ashley!…..oh my god…” she whined, feeling me kiss down her neck and down her chest. I drew my tongue near her hips and I could feel her body tense. She reached out and entangled her fingers in my hair, pulling at it lightly, knowing I liked it.

    I thought I had my life together, I thought I knew where I was going…then this girl comes in, within 24 hours and everything blows up in front of me. This time, I was in the drivers seat, I was in control.

    My touch was driving her crazy, I could feel it. I hesitated tasting her, knowing just how badly she wanted it. I wanted her to work for it. I softly kissed her hips, slowing my fingers in side of her. She squeezed tightly at my hair.

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    1. Talk yourself down? Are you mad?! If I had someone like that to help pull me out of the gutter with a single glance, I’d spend every waking moment in hopes that the depression would resurface only to lose myself in her eyes all over again…incessantly. Great story, keep it up!

    2. I think this is my new favorite story also, and you don’t even have to ask why. You know why. You’re a great, awesome, fan fucking tastic writer and you want to be heard?. well I hear you…you want to be felt? I’m feeling. This story is REAL…humans are driven by complexity and you show that. An answer can be right in front of you…it can be sooo fucking obvious, and yet the choosing of your mind is what makes it a journey…and in this case… it’s one hell of a fucking journey. Ashley is holding her hand right in front of her face, and all she has to do is lower it, and she will be able to see. But that is what makes this story great. That is what makes it my favorite…no fake bull-shit and straight paths. I think you should run for president….yup yup…long live the queen. ;)…post more soon…and thank you for rising early! It’s great…really really.

    3. I’m hearing it. I’m feeling. And I’m loving it !!! This story is so soul-touching…amazing writing. keep going on. can’t wait to *feel* more. PMS =)

    5. I feel so freaking bad for Ash. She reminds me of me in high school. I love how you make this so real and not so fictional. Keep up the amazing writing! PMS!

    6. i would have left comments on ur other posts of this story but i was hooked and had to keep reading! i have a new fav that’s for sure! this is really good and so crazy, but feels real that ashley is so messed up! can’t wait for the next posts! awesome job!

    7. I’m on zoloft (along with a long list of other meds)…but yeah,they totally kill your libido…as in non-existent…so maybe she should take it. lol =P=The Brianat0r=

    8. Talk yourself down? Are you mad?! If I had someone like that to help pull me out of the gutter with a single glance, I’d spend every waking moment in hopes that the depression would resurface only to lose myself in her eyes all over again…incessantly. Great story, keep it up!

    9. I think this is my new favorite story also, and you don’t even have to ask why. You know why. You’re a great, awesome, fan fucking tastic writer and you want to be heard?. well I hear you…you want to be felt? I’m feeling. This story is REAL…humans are driven by complexity and you show that. An answer can be right in front of you…it can be sooo fucking obvious, and yet the choosing of your mind is what makes it a journey…and in this case… it’s one hell of a fucking journey. Ashley is holding her hand right in front of her face, and all she has to do is lower it, and she will be able to see. But that is what makes this story great. That is what makes it my favorite…no fake bull-shit and straight paths. I think you should run for president….yup yup…long live the queen. ;)…post more soon…and thank you for rising early! It’s great…really really.

    10. I’m hearing it. I’m feeling. And I’m loving it !!! This story is so soul-touching…amazing writing. keep going on. can’t wait to *feel* more. PMS =)

    12. I feel so freaking bad for Ash. She reminds me of me in high school. I love how you make this so real and not so fictional. Keep up the amazing writing! PMS!

    13. i would have left comments on ur other posts of this story but i was hooked and had to keep reading! i have a new fav that’s for sure! this is really good and so crazy, but feels real that ashley is so messed up! can’t wait for the next posts! awesome job!

    14. I’m on zoloft (along with a long list of other meds)…but yeah,they totally kill your libido…as in non-existent…so maybe she should take it. lol =P=The Brianat0r=

    17. damn this is great. as destructive as ashley is, i cant help but really REALLY like her character… you’ve developed such a 3D persona, we’re feeling all of this pretty harshly. she’s confusing though, she shouldnt want to hurt… that’s terrible. swap the coke and pills for weed, ash!

    18. damn this is great. as destructive as ashley is, i cant help but really REALLY like her character… you’ve developed such a 3D persona, we’re feeling all of this pretty harshly. she’s confusing though, she shouldnt want to hurt… that’s terrible. swap the coke and pills for weed, ash!

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