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    Sounds of music – (Chapter: Secret Lovers)

    Baby gurl
    You know my situation
    And sometimes I know you get impatient
    But you don’t put on show’s to get ovations.
    Take it to court and go through litagations
    And I respect ya gangsta
    Treat you like a princess
    And put some on your neck to thank ya
    Shes my pinch hitta
    When the startin lineup aint playin right
    I come off the bench wit her
    It might sound like im gassin ya
    But it takes time to get from the back seat to the passenger
    We been creepin and sneakin
    Just to keep it from leakin
    We so deep in our freakin
    That we don’t sleep on the weekend
    Wifey’s
    A little bit uptight
    Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night
    It’ll be alright if ya’ll bump heads it’ll be a fight
    But i said it’ll be alright (come on)

     

    It started as a drunken mistake.

    Is it excusable? No, but it didn’t stop us.

    The fact that what we were doing was wrong came up yet we were to far gone to care at the time. The next morning was…well…awkward as expected under the circumstances. We decided to write it off as a drunken mistake, to forget it happened and vowed it would never happen again.
     

    But it did happen again.


    I really wanna be with you (be with you)
    But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
    I can’t leave you alone (no)
    And I know I’m living wrong.
    But i can’t let ya go
    Your the one i want in my life (want in my life)
    Already got a wife (got a wife)
    Can’t leave you alone (no)
    And I know I’m living wrong
    But I can’t let ya go

    Another wild night at the club, grinding and bumping to the crazy beats the DJ had been spinning, feeling the drinks coursing through our bodies and arousal shooting to every pore than leaving to come home hot and heavy. We said it was wrong on our own but at the time it felt so right. How can something that feels so great be so wrong?

    We decided that one more time wouldn’t hurt and knew silently that we would in the morning

    regret it. Praying and hoping the other would agree to write it off as a drunken mistake…again. But how many drunken mistakes does it take for it to become not a mistake, just a guilty pleasure!

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    1. youve told me about this story before, and i didn’t think i would wanna read it cause of the incest. yet, when i saw the warning i couldn’t pass it up. great attention grabber. i love things that are unique. so i enjoyed this. the song not so much, but good stuff.

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