His mature hands touching my body.
His warm breath brushing my neck.
Pushed against a wall.
Alone. Only with him.
No one who could stop us.
I can’t think about anything else.
The craving gets stronger with every minute.
I never thought it would last, truth be told. The Wolverine school for gifted youngsters. Sounded to me like a disaster in the making. But look at this place now. Look at you. [Wolverine and the X-men #42]
<b><p></b> <b>Him:</b> I'm fascinated by the way you dress<p/><b>Me:</b> Why?<p/><b>Him:</b> Because you embody some timeless class that a lot of woman don't have anymore. Nobody fucking paints their lips red just to come to class anymore, it's all about sweatpants and hair in a bun now, which can be fine but shows that you just don't care. That you don't care about yourself or how other people treat you. You on the other hand look like nobody can mess with you, yet you are the sweetest person with everyone. Your look demands you to be seen and respected, that's the way it supposed to be.<p/><b>Me:</b> Wow, you've been thinking about this a lot haven't you?<p/><b>Him:</b> You fascinated me<p/><b>Me:</b> That's good, I guess?!?<p/><b>Him:</b> It is, but it also makes things complicated<p/><b></b> *what the fuck do you mean P.... `*<p/><b></b> *and it think it's important to mention that i dress like pin up girl every day (think Dita Von Teese)*<p/></p><p/></p>