swift-grips

"I think—I think when it’s all over,it just comes back in flashes, you know? It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories.It just all comes back. But he never does.I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen.It’s not really anything he said or anything he did,it was the feeling that came along with it.And the crazy thing is I don’t know if I’m ever gonna feel that way again.But I don’t know if I should.
I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright.
But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you?Maybe he knew that when he saw me.I guess I just lost my balance.I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him.It was losing me.” - Taylor Swift.

“Jason what are you doing?” You ask walking into his study, he held his finger up shushing you as he continued to speak in french to whomever was on the phone. You sighed walking over to him, he pulled you swiftly in his lap pecking your cheek quickly.

A smirk arose on your face realizing your position, you smiled innocently at him before wiggling your hips around on him, a instant hard on arose poking you in the bottom as he grunted lowly “If you don’t stop I will take you over this damn desk Jeanne.” He growled before placing the phone back over his ear

You huffed climbing off his lap, a idea popped in your head as you a stared at his strained errection. You slowly sink to your knees, his eyes darkened as you palmed him roughly through his pants, making his member grow even bigger than before. In a swift movement he gripped your hair in his hands “Take care of it.” He growled quietly, almost a sense of pain resided in his voice.

Without any more teasing you unzipped his zipper, grabbing him through the slit of his Calvins you blew lightly on his tip which glistened with pre cum “Quit it.” His grip on your hair tightened making your scalp burn, without another thought you took him in your mouth, stopping when you felt him hit the back of your throat a husky moan vibrated through his chest.

He struggled out his words to the person as the phone as you continued to suck harder and harder, your cheeks hollow and your eyes focused on him whos bottom lip was clamped tightly to the point of drawing blood. You made the bold move of massaging his balls in your hand, that sent him into his undoing, his salty liquid warmed the back of your throat as it slowly slid down.

With that he quickly hung up the phone, his moans loudened as he finished his release. Once he had done so you let him fall from your mouth “What the hell am I going to do with you.”

Oh tay tay

I like how in all the previous albums (if i remember correctly) Taylor always—and I mean ALWAYS—mentions something about fall because she loves it (and I’m pretty sure I would too if we had fall here in the phils) also something about 2:00 in the morning. Then in the album 1989 there’s the mention of sinking ships not once, but TWICE on tracks 11 & 12. IS THERE SOME DEEPER MEANING TO THIS??!?! I HAVE TO KNOW. taylorswift

Wrote This in November

"Jason, what’s wrong?" asks Karina.

"Nothing," he spits back.

Unsatisfied, Karina continues to probe. Jason uses swift, tight-gripped brush strokes to paint a stony and unyielding mood picture. For fear that further painting might do more damage, Karina stops asking questions.

Jason burning the wall with his eyes. Sinatra swelling like smoke from the store speakers, echoing as if from the end of a distant cavern - a cavern so deep that, for all we know, the song now reaching us may actually be long over.

"It’s the most… wonderful time… of the year…"

None of us want to be here.