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Related post: Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 19:16:44 -0600 From: James Clark Subject: Rave Boy 1DISCLAIMER: This is my story. It is not your story. Don't post it on other sites and claim it for your own. If you wish to post it on another site, you may do so as long as you credit the author, myself. This story is based entirely in fiction. Any resemblance to events, past or future, is purely coincidental. If you should not be reading this for whatever reason, then don't. Enjoy the story, and let me know your thoughts on it. I'm at a rave! There are strobe lights, bright white, luminescent blue, and startling red. I'm dressed in an unbelievably sexy outfit; black, tight fitting, long sleeved shirt made of some weightless, sheer material that shifts across my body when I move to the pulsing music, cut just high enough to show off my flat stomach with a pierced navel. I have on loose jeans that ride my hips perfectly. 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So, with that in mind, can you see that I was thinking to myself that this guy is probably not meaning to convey the signals he is, and that he probably has a snowball's chance in hell of liking me the way I like him? At that moment, I just had a bit of a breakdown in my mind, supermodels little young which can only take so much strain. My mother, siblings, school, all model pussy of these things going on that I have to take care of just got to me, and he wasn't helping things. I managed to ask him where his bathroom was without changing my voice, and facing away from him slightly so he couldn't see my eyes. He pointed down the lebanese teen models hall, and muscular bikini models told me he was gonna put up his bong while I went to use it. I walked quickly out of the room, maybe too quickly, but I wanted to get the fuck out of there in a teenie model sites big damn hurry. I shut the door to the bathroom, noticing how tidy it was. 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I blew my nose to make sure I didn't sound weird, and looked up. I took some deep breaths, and ran a bit of cold water, splashing my face lightly with it to cool it down, then wiped that off with another bit of the toilet paper. After my heart rate calmed down a bit, I heard a knock at the door. "Hey elsa teen model man, you okay in there? You've been in there for a while, just checking to mini model teens see if you might've tripped and knocked yourself out or something!" Jon shouted to me through the door. I immediately unlocked it and stepped out with the best fake smile I could muster. "You ready to go now?" he asked me. I nodded, youn models nn and we started for the door. Before we got there, he really surprised me. "What happened? I mean... I heard you in there... and I just wanted to know. I'm sorry if I did anything." As he said that, he placed a hand on my shoulder, and I damn near burst into tears again. Instead, I did what I was good at. I buried it all, and smiled at him as best I could. "I'm fine," I said, "just having a rough day at the moment, and something got to me a little while ago, it's not your fault at all." "Sorry for being nosy. If nude poser models you wanna talk about anything, I'm here for ya." "Thanks, I appreciate art photo model it. So what do you think of this place?" I asked him, hoping to change the subject. "I don't know... I don't think I'm really gonna like bein' here, it kinda sucks, ya know? I mean, when I get weird looks for dressing this way and looking like I do, then what are they gonna say when they find out I'm bi? That'll be a difficult conversation to have. I mean, I'm really accepting, I don't care what you do or anything, naked blonde model that's your business, but these undergraund nude models people that live here seem to have a..." and that's when I stopped listening to him. My mind did a double take. Did I just supermodel dolly hear what I think I heard? Was he available? Oh my fucking sweet Jesus (an expression I use out of mockery for the Southern Baptists that predominantly populate this region of Mississippi), he was bi... I couldn't wait to see what he would say or do next. This might be just the thing I was waiting for, just the thing that would maybe make my life a bit better. I didn't know. I just knew I had to keep my mouth shut for now so I didn't make it seem like I was coming onto 1970s model him immediately, and just watch. Maybe something would happen. Now that I modelle nude knew he wouldn't freak out, I could maybe flirt a bit, and maybe... maybe life would be better... I don't know what I was thinking right then. It was like someone had finally given me just a teeny bit of hope for something I WANTED to live for, and I was hoping so hard that it was true.
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