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“ I am,” ¬P-Lia¬

``` The party was an abso-fucking-lute blowout. Bass thrummed through the walls, music pounding and bodies packed into every corner of the backyard. It was a pool party so they were people in all stages of undress singing, fucking and going crazy in the water. The girl, Jessica, who invited me had asked to meet my “girlfriend,” so she could introduce her to the girls but said “girlfriend” stood in the corner, moping and glaring at everyone who went in the pool like they were diseased, hellbent on proving his point that he wasn’t my date. So I just lied to Jessica that my girlfriend was preparing for some kickass test and couldn’t make it. She’d been all too happy about my “girlfriend’s” abse

Pandora We stand there eyeing each other. Undressing each other with your eyes. The tension was growing slowly but with its intensity reaching a whole new level for me. As we’re accepting each other as mates. Letting that attraction sink in and wake up our deepest desires. Ones that we never knew we were craving. Lua can’t wait for us to claim those greek gods ‘cause that’s what they are. Never have I ever seen such handsome men. I take one step closer to them trying to close the distance between us and before I know it I’m trapped in their embrace. My body is tingling with their touch. Lua is howling so loud out of happiness that I’m pretty sure they can hear her. “It’s so good to be finall

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

Paul whispered and Atinuke blushed. "Let's go, we need to get something on the way" Atinuke said intertwining her fingers with Paul's. "See you!" Paul said. "Have fun people" Felix replied. Paul drove out of the compound into the streets. The radio was playing old Nigerian songs and Atinuke laughed when P-square "Shekinini" came on air. "This song was a mad hit then" Paul commented. "Pity they separated now" Atinuke replied. Paul glanced at her "You didn't wear earrings?" Paul asked.

Their stink was very fresh, and still leading up the mountain. Was it possible they’d already made it inside? We were walking up on a bloodbath? Had we been too late? Please, God, no. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Pandora” by 2WEI and Edda Hayes.

My eyes trailed down his back, and I was traumatized when I saw the black thong settled between his ass. I rushed to the bathroom after that. I turned the water on and tried to figure out my next move. Durk turned his radio on and blasted an oldie but a goodie through the trailer. Push It, by Salt N Peppa. He was singing at the top of his voice. “OOOHH BABAY BABAY – BABY BABY.”

“Now it's time for some real f***ing fun.” Oh My God!

He was sitting very still, the specific still of someone who had decided that movement would only make things worse, his eyes forward and his expression controlled in a way that said he was using a significant amount of energy to keep it that way. From behind my menu, I brought one hand low and slow — moving it behind my back, toward the direction of the musicians — and drew it across my throat deliberately, twice. But they did not stop. And they did not even at least slow down. One of them leaned slightly forward at the next verse and extended the tray again, and a fresh scatter of petals came down across all four of us — my dad included, one landing directly on the shoulder of his jacket —

If you don't believe us, ask—" "Enough!" Zeke refused to listen, and his furious voice cut through the air. "I'll deal with all of you later!" With that, he dragged me toward the restroom entrance. "You like ripping people's clothes? You like playing the bully now?" He slammed me against the wall. One hand was still gripping my throat, and the other was yanking at my clothes. "Then, let's play!" "Zeke Pedersen, what are you doing? Let go of me! Don't touch me!"