DEMITRIUS SUAREZ
university student
God is a comedian playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh. -Voltaire
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 8, 2010 20:40:46 GMT -5
She loved him? She loved him! He was so happy, a gigantic smile spread across his face. All he could think was 'Thank God'. He didn't know how crushed he would have been if she'd said no. If she'd sneered at him or laughed. Demitrius didn't know what he would have done, but he most likely would have broken down right here. Which would have been even more embarrassing then anything else.
But... she looked so absolutely helpless, like she was going to just collapse if he didn't give her what she wanted. And he would, he always would... the problem was, what she wanted was alcohol. Demi chewed on his lip, debating whether or not to give it to her. He was supposed to get her sober, but she just looked so destroyed... What solidified his choice was her hands on his shoulders. He took the keys from her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Okay babe, come on," he said soothingly. "Come on darling."
Wrapping both arms around her waist, Demi picked her up to carry her in the kitchen. She might have wrapped her legs around his waist, it didn't matter because he could carry her anyway. She was amazingly tiny. He set her on the table, allowing for the easiest access. Then, taking the keys, he opened the cabinet and got out two bottles, one whiskey and one vodka.
Demitrius hurried back to her, hoping to high heaven that she didn't pass out or start crying. He would probably be bawling right next to her if she did. He didn't want that to happen.
"It's okay babe," he said as he handed her the whiskey. He opened it and then opened his own vodka, knocking them together. "Bottoms up. And by the way... I love you." Then he threw back his head and swallowed some of the vodka.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 8, 2010 20:54:59 GMT -5
babe. darling. he really did love her didn't he? god, she was so going to cry. wait a minute. alyssa lifted her fingertips on one hand up to her cheek. damn it! she was crying. wrapping her arms around demi's neck she let him carry her finding it rather romantic. she felt him sit her down on the table before watching him go to the cabinet. thank god! he was getting her the alcohol. she quickly grabbed the whiskey, glad he had opened it, and then chugged down about three or four mouthfuls. only then did she come up for air, closing her eyes as she felt the alcohol begin to work its magic upon her. when she opened her eyes she noticed demi was drinking too. she couldn't help but frown at that. he shouldn't have to drink because she was. aly didn't want demi drunk. she wanted him sober. she wanted him to touch her, to kiss her, and to love her whilst he was sober so she knew he definately did love her.
"you don't have to drink too demi... i don't want you to destroy yourself and suffer too. i'd like it if you were sober. someone has to break me, right? besides, i like it when you act like my lover sober. i know you really do love me when you do that... besides, you can't make amazing pancakes drunk..."
aly spoke softly before reaching out for his vodka. she didn't want to drink his vodka. at least not yet. she just wanted him to stop drinking it. she downed another mouthful of whiskey using her other hand. the alcohol tasted so good. it felt so good. by the time the whiskey bottle was empty aly felt like her old drunk self. the tears that she had shed were gone. they weren't even stains upon her cheeks. her emotions, past, and all the things to do with both of them had now been successfully repressed and drowned in alcohol. all that was left was the usual alyssa, and of course, her love for demi. nothing could drown that away. even if alyssa tried, and she had contemplated that a lot before they made love last night. her body language was more relaxed, and well, she was laying on her back on the kitchen table. her piercing blue eyes gazed over demi's muscular form with lust.
"your so sexy..."
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DEMITRIUS SUAREZ
university student
God is a comedian playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh. -Voltaire
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 8, 2010 23:40:29 GMT -5
Demi almost whimpered as she took the vodka away. He wanted to steal it back, especially as he saw the trail of tears down her face. No no no! If she cried... well, the only way he could think of surviving that was being drunk. And what was that lame excuse about pancakes? His pancakes were always good, as she would soon learn...
"I had to drink," he explained. "I can't stand the sight of your tears and drinking is the only way to deal with them... Besides, you do know it's not really fair play if I'm always the sober one in this relationship? And don't worry, I'll always love you."
He said that with a crooked smile, then went about the chore of getting everything he needed to make pancakes. It wasn't hard and soon the sound of her gulping down the whiskey and the making of pancakes blended together. Demi didn't mind, he found it rather soothing. He'd always loved to cook, having learned from his parent's cook back home. And the fact that Aly was here, even if she was drunk, made him feel so at home. Maybe he'd ask her to marry him... someday. When he could provide for her...
Turning around at the sound of her voice, Demitrius smirked at the hot look in her eyes. Lazily his eyes scanned her form, something he'd memorized last night. "Well, you're not too bad yourself. Hungry?" he asked, leaving the question open. It could be about him or the pancakes and he loved that. Maybe they could eat pancakes off each other. It would be messy but fun.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 10, 2010 6:21:43 GMT -5
it definately felt a hell of a lot better to be drunk again. the alcohol in her system was making all the bad things go away. little did she know she was risking an unborn life by drinking. then again she didn't even know there was an unborn life inside her. noticing demi look over her incredible curves she couldn't help but smirk at him. aly wanted him to make love to her all over again. in every single room in the place. now that would be hot. especially in the shower. she could imagine water cascading over her lushious form and his hands roughly raking themselves over every inch of her body as he took her hard and roughly until she was screaming in sheer agony and pleasure. just imagining all that was getting aly very hot and turned on. so much so she knew she had to have him. there no ifs, ands, or buts about it. he had to bed her. now.
"how about you put your skilled hands on something that'll react more then those pancakes."
she purred, moving from laying on her bed to being on all fours. her arms were pressed against the table, her upper torso down and pressed against the table as she looked at him whilst her bottom was sticking up and out. a very sexual position, and one that highlighted every bountiful curve she had. she stared at him with that lust filled look of hers, licking her lips, as she practically begged him to touch her in every inch of her body language. what could she say? she couldn't resist demi in any way. she loved him and she wanted him forever. if she could even dare to think it aly would have thought she could even marry him should he wish that kind of commitment with her. of course her logical mind told her he'd never want her as anything more then a lover. after all, she was a whore, and who would ever take a whore to meet the parents? no one. especially no one as good as demi was.
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DEMITRIUS SUAREZ
university student
God is a comedian playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh. -Voltaire
Posts: 39
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 10, 2010 15:33:51 GMT -5
He'd turned back to the pancakes, listening to them sizzle in the pan. They were almost done. They smelled so good. Demi adored pancakes, for whatever reason. He always had. In the list of things he loved, it might just be above Aly. Not that he'd ever tell her that. That would mean suicide for him, and Demi rather liked his life. Especially now that he had Aly.
He was putting the pancakes on a plate, just as she spoke. Turning, his mouth nearly dropped to the ground when he saw her. Damn... he couldn't have a finer woman. The evidence of just how hot she was couldn't be hidden. He had no clothes on and what did it matter anyway? She had already seen all there was to see of him. Obviously, she liked what she saw.
Licking his lips, he turned the stove off, knowing that no more pancakes would be made for a while. Best not to burn the house down. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, playing the innocent card. Although Heaven knew he wasn't innocent. About as far from it as you could get.
Walking over to the table, he kept his innocent look on, trying his hardest not to break. And damn, was it hard (not to mention something else) Demi really wanted to break down and just take her. Right on the table. And the counter. And every other room in the house. Just thinking about it was getting him all hot and bothered and he hope she answered soon or there'd be no turning back. For the both of them.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 10, 2010 16:30:15 GMT -5
"well if you don't know i'm not going to tell you."
aly responded as she got up so she was just on her knees, giving a shrug as she put a nonchalant expression upon her face. she glanced away, making it out as if she had gone off the idea when really, all she wanted was for him to ravage her right here and now upon the kitchen table. why couldn't he just ravage her? perhaps sober she would be more into foreplay, and deep loving affection, but right now she just wanted to be screwed. she just wanted to feel him pushing in and out of her like a wild man possessed. swinging her legs out from underneath her, she sat on the side of the table with her legs dangling over the edge as she continued to look away from demi. she was doing it on purpose to tease him. she had her back to him so he could see her perfect ass, and of course, to drive him to the brink so he'd end up taking her by force if necessary. force was always so much fun. as lady gaga sang if it isn't rough it isn't fun, and in drunk aly's book, that was the entire gospel.
aly knew full well that demi was physically hard. any weaker man then demi would have already pushed her chest against the table and taken her roughly from behind. but no, demi had to be the good guy. still, that was what she liked in him. that was what sober aly loved in him. when drunk, sober aly rarely got a chance to speak out. drunk, aly just wanted to be touched, ravaged, and to drink. sober, aly was so much more then she let herself on to be. she was a good girl, with a large sweet heart, generous, kind, very very shy especially around boys, loving, passionate, with a hidden wild spirit, selfless, and well, she was just the good girl next door. at least, that was what aly had been like before she started drinking all those years ago. whether aly would still be the same girl sober now was anyone's guess really.
"maybe i should just stick to my own hands."
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DEMITRIUS SUAREZ
university student
God is a comedian playing to an audience that is afraid to laugh. -Voltaire
Posts: 39
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Post by DEMITRIUS SUAREZ on Jan 10, 2010 17:06:20 GMT -5
Staring at her back in shock, Demi just stood there. She was supposed to play along! That cheeky bitch! Her back as beautiful, but that wasn't the point. And, to be fair, her ass was pretty perfect as well. Still, not the point.
Apparently, drunk Aly was different then sober Aly. Sober Aly might have played along. She was also much more affectionate then now. It was like he was in love with two different people. But Demi still loved her, no matter what mood. There was always something new to find out about her.
He was kind of angry, but it was the good anger. The kind that made him want to pound her into the table. He walked around the table, ignoring her comment about using her own hand. Please, like he'd ever let that happen. As long as she was with him, she'd never have to get her pleasure alone. That was for Demi to do and him to do only. Just the thought of another man touching her made him see red. There was that anger again. Maybe he could put that aggression to good use...
"Your hand might get tired. Maybe I can help," he said.
Using one hand, Demi grabbed her hair. He leaned forward to kiss her roughly. Then he pushed her back onto the table, leaning down on top of her. With his other hand, he ran two fingers over that secret part of her before slipping them inside. He smiled against her lips as his fingers moved in and out, mimicking what he'd do to her later.
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Post by ALYSSA JANE ASHTON on Jan 10, 2010 19:19:12 GMT -5
before she knew it demi had a hand in her hair and his lips on hers. aly kissed him back wildly, moaning deeply as she clung to the back of his head with her hands. he was such an incredible kisser. a deep gutteral moan left her plush lips as demi pressed her down against the table. god, dominance turned on drunk aly like nothing else in the world. then again, dominance was a favourite of sober aly's too. not that sober aly would ever confess to such. she rocked her hips up hard against his. the rest of the day however soon faded into a hot passionate blur. the pancakes did end up getting eaten, inbetween the sessions of sex, of course. they ended up doing it in every single spot in the house, and never left the house for the entire day. it was so incredible that aly drunk a little less then she usually did, although she was still drunk by the time it became evening.
[ i guess this is closed now. =3 ]
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