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    All I wanted to do all day long was kiss you. Please tell me if u don’t want me to. Chapter–one

    Story written on September 1, 2006 by cutefacethickwaist.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=62289
    Author Notes:

    “I’m sorry, I can’t.”-Bette Porter
    This takes place during season one before Bette cheats with Candace. This is CF’s version. Enjoy!

     

    Seeing her stare back at me, made me smile. I could read her so well, that I swore I was a psychic. I knew her strenghts and weakenesses. She was scared and I never doubted this. But, if she doesn’t want me, then she should tell me. I know she won’t do that until she finds out what she wants from me.

     

    And, I know that she defintely wants to fuck me and I’m not afraid to let her, however; I’m not afraid to take control and reverse the roles in this here situation.

     

    I’m just as dominant as she is. I could tell that she likes to be pampered, then held immediately afterwards, and, I’m not afraid to give her what she wants. It would be an honor to please you, Bette. I laugh out loud and this catches her attention.

     

    She lowers her eyes and tries to read me now. I don’t give her what she wants. Nope. That would be too easy.

     

    "What’s so funny?"

    "Me. I was just thinking of how I look, naked. I was admiring my body this morning in the mirror. I just lost it for a second. Sorry."

    Her eyes spinned around like camera’s. She was trying her hardest not to compliment me on what I was looking at this morning. I felt a little embarassed to confess what I was doing in the privacy of my own home. But, someone gotta step up to the plate and solve this here situation. Bette was on fire and I was the one to put it out. I just needed to know when and where. And, I would be there.

     

    Bette’s pov

    -I am losing my mind. Wow! I’m five seconds away from making a big mistake and I felt it coming. Like a puppet, she drew me in close, slamming me hard against my office door. I could smell the Listerine on her breath, as she leans in closer, placing her lips onto my own. The intake of fresh air was needed immediately. I felt like I was melting and slowly dissolving away under Candace’s spell.

     

    I thought of Tina as Candace’s tongue grazed my bottom lip. All I could see was her face. Saddness surfaced and the candles and music floated away. I was no longer under Candace’s spell.

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    2. I’ll excuse the grammar if you excuse me for not being able to read right now. I’m damn exhausted. lmao I’ll be sure to read this later on today. :)

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