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Post by anacunningham on Jun 20, 2013 17:58:22 GMT -5
     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anastasia liked alcohol. Anastasia liked alcohol a lot. If she had to pin down what her greatest sin was out of the seven, she couldn’t do it because alcohol just wasn’t one of them. It took the edge off of even the shiest days and made everything just, fuzzy. It didn’t matter what had happened during the day, a sip of beer and the night had just begun. Quite a few more beers later and the day didn’t seem to burn as much as it had before. That was just when she had had a bad day, when it came to everything else…well it was a coping mechanism. Although Anastasia was a very physical person, that only came out through trust or alcohol. Physical contact while sober was never a strong suit. So she drank, and drank, and drank until it didn’t really matter who touched her there. Maybe it stemmed from…from something she didn’t entirely think about. Maybe once upon a time someone had put it somewhere she didn’t want it to be, and then maybe once upon a time she got drunk enough often enough that it stopped mattering.
It didn’t matter.
Anyways, who cared about that? It was Charlie time! Ana and Charlie were friends by Ana’s definition of the word: they drank together. Charlie was the owner of Good Vibrations, a sex shop that Ana had visited perhaps once or twice, though it did remind her how empty her own life was with someone to share the toys with. Still, Charlie was a chill chick, with a kid as well. Ana had never been particularly good with kids, normally her brightly colored hair and shiny facial piercings were enough to distract them until she could pass them off onto their parents. Charlie’s kid was different, used to tattoos and piercings and thus oblivious to her ‘charm’ so to speak. Still, she kinda liked the kid, who was quiet but also seemed amused by Ana’s inexperience with children.
Honestly though, it was Charlie, not her kid, that Ana was here to see. Charlie’s upcoming nuptuals were a cause for celebration! But also for stress. Ana figured the girl might need some time away from the homestead to drink until she couldn’t feel her feet anymore. She smirked at the idea and raised a hand, getting the bartender over to her to order beers for the two of them, waiting for Charlie to show her lovely face.
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Post by charlotte vivian grant rivera on Jun 21, 2013 2:34:32 GMT -5
"Oli, my love, you've got to let go, I'm going to be late." Charlie told her son as she looked down at her two year old who had insisted on clinging to her leg as she put on her earrings. She was looking forward to a night out, needed it desperately given the amount of wedding related planning she'd had going on, plus the brand new frustration of dealing with her father's newest stupidity. Her son clung to her leg stubbornly, only letting go when she leaned down to pick him up, kissing his head. "Behave for daddy, I promise I'll be home when you wake up." Oli sniffled but nodded, whining a bit when she set him back down. Stopping briefly at the couch, she leaned over the back to kiss Mikey, grinning against his mouth. "I'll be home late, don't wait up. Don't be surprised if I wake you up though, I'll probably be all drunk and wanting to," A suggestive smirk crossed her lips, leaving no doubt as to her real meaning, "cuddle." Another quick kiss and she was out the door, calling a goodbye over her shoulder.
A cab was easily hailed, Charlie deciding that she was best off not driving, given the amount of alcohol she was planning on consuming. There was some traffic but not too bad, just enough to get her fidgeting in her seat, anxious to get to the bar. Charlie was, of course late. But not horribly so, thank god, only maybe seven minutes past the appointed meeting time and she figured Ana could forgive a little lateness. After all, wedding plans, keeping caught up on work, and a clingy two-year-old made getting anything done on time such a pain.
Spotting Ana almost as soon as she walked into the bar, Charlie grinned ear to ear and hurried across the room, grabbing the barstool next to her friend. "Sorry I'm late, Oli was being clingy and Mikey was being no help, of course." She complained about her fiancee nearly all the time but always with the same fond tone and affectionate smile, all complaints merely good natured griping. "Anyway, I'm here and oh look, there's beer, we must get the drinking started, I need to be at least drunk enough to forget anything I know about caterers." She said with a laugh, picking up the glass of beer the bartender had set down in front of her. "How are things?"
[[prettiness and outfit coming later when i am less dead tired!]]
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Post by anacunningham on Jun 21, 2013 18:41:23 GMT -5
Ana smiled as she saw Charlie sit right next to her and then chuckled lightly as Charlie attempted to explain her tardiness. Ana loved it when Charlie complained about Oli or Mikey. She frowned slightly as she finished her thought. No no, that didn’t seem right. It was that, she loved to hear her complain about them, because it was never really genuine. She could always see the look of love in Charlie’s eyes, even when she ranted about Mikey being unhelpful, or fretted about Oli being too shy or too clingy. Even with the rants and frustration there was always love. She smirked then. “Unacceptable, you must tell the both of them when your time is reserved for me, it is reserved for me alone!” She said, raising her beer, already quite a few sips down. She wasn’t tipsy, not by a longshot. An unfortunate side effect of her rather regular drinking was the tolerance that would probably impress a few alcoholics. Still, it was practically the placebo effect. She didn’t have work the next morning, she had the first of many beers and her friend was finally here to join her, the night could not go wrong.
“Oi oi that beer’s for me too,” she said and winked at Charlie. “Catering? Fuck it, order a take away and yur sorted,” she shrugged. Ana had worked in a few hotels in her time, and the brides were always the worst. They were stressed and frustrated and made Ana stressed. She got they wanted everything to go swimmingly on their big day, but for fake sake, keep calm and carry on right? She sincerely doubted Charlie would be that type though, the girl seemed always quite relaxed and well, on top of things. (Hurr hurr she works in a sex shop so who knows what she’s on top of?) Still Ana felt for the girl, it was her ‘special day’ and all. Ana had never been interested in that type of thing, her parents had been collectively married quite a few times, so it held no ‘for death do us part’ for her. Yet, she could understand it, in a vague way, she could comprehend why someone might want it. That being said, she wasn’t entirely certain how pleased she was with being dragged into it. ‘Dragged’ was a sever term. Miles, a close friend of Charlie who had ‘persuaded’ Ana to help out. And what was this magical method of persuasion? Booze of course. It was a double edged sword. Part of it actually made her feel a little tingly that Charlie considered her a close enough friend to ask her to help. Ana had never really liked getting close to people. She was always tentative to call them ‘friend’ or ‘best friend’ because—what if she was fooling herself? What if they didn’t see her the same way? What if she finally admitted it, but they left? She shook the thoughts from her mind, instead focusing on her rather unhelpful wedding tips. Hey, her tips kept everyone grounded at least.
“Uh my life? Come on mate, the most interesting thing that’s happened to me all week is that I fucked a dude, and he was hot,” she smirked and raised her glass. “To your wedding plans and me getting properly laid!”
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Post by charlotte vivian grant rivera on Jun 22, 2013 2:37:12 GMT -5
Charlie laughed at Ana's joking insistance that she tell her two that time with Ana was not to be encroached upon, grinning ear to ear as she lifted the beer glass to her lips and took another sip. Cold beer and a friend to drink with was exactly what she needed, this was perfection. "I'll try and tell them but you try saying no when Oli has on his sweet 'but I love you' face. Motherhood has made me weak to that look, I don't have the ability to say no to him." Which wasn't entirely true but close enough, Charlie always prone to giving in easier than she would to anyone else when her son put on the puppy eyes and asked for something.
Ana's protests about Charlie snatching her beer just got another laugh and a shrug out of Charlie as she sipped it again. "I'm commandeering this one and I'll buy you another. Actually..." she flagged down the bartender, smiling a flirty smile as she held up two fingers. "Another two beers here, on the double." The guy smiled back, just as wide and Charlie grinned happily after him as he turned to grab new glasses for the next round. "Good to know having a kid hasn't made me like, lose my touch." Not that she stressed about losing her looks too much but she'd be lying if she said it hadn't crossed her mind more than once. "God, I am so close to doing that with catering, you don't even know. Miles has like, a million options and tastings he wants me to go to but I just don't care. All I want is food, that is hopefully good. And that both Mikey and Oli will eat and they eat nearly everything so really, I don't care. I'm probably not even going to eat anyway, so what the fuck ever." She had been so frustrated and vexed by all the wedding details, even as she and Mikey had simplified away a fair number of the things most people did but still, there were a million things to do.
Taking another gulp of beer, she nodded along and then raised her glass, tapping it against Ana's as her eyebrows raised and the corner of her mouth quirked up in an interested smile. "Hot guy? Spill every detail, I must know." Charlie crossed one leg delicately over the other, resting an elbow on the bar and then glancing up with that same flirty grin when the bartender came back over with their beers. She slid her card across the counter, just barely resisting the urge to bat her eyelashes at him when she spoke. "Keep the tab open, think we're gonna be here a bit." He nodded and she looked back at Ana with another shrug as soon as he was gone. "He's a bit young for my tastes but that smile, he's a cutie." She paused, held up a finger in a 'wait' gesture. "Not as cute as my guy, sure, but, you know, cute." A nod, agreeing with herself before her hand was folded back in her lap. "Sorry, now you, tell me about hot guy."
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Post by anacunningham on Jun 23, 2013 17:13:10 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You’re such a sucker,” she rolled her eyes. “One day yur gonna be saying that when he’s getting something bad pierced…wait—” then she paused. The normal ‘oh no look how your child is running themselves’ wasn’t going to work on Charlie. Her soon to be husband was a tattoo artist, she owned a sex shop…that kid was going to grow up in such an open and strange environment she doubted he’d even know how to rebel. “—wear khakis. That’s the unforgivable thing he’s going to do,” she then shivered a bit. “Khakis, I could forgive few people for that.” She said in a very somber and serious tone, attempting to keep a straight face, but a smirk soon made its way onto her face.
Ana’s eyebrow raised as she saw Charlie flirt with the bartender. She wasn’t about to go rat on her to Mikey of course, this was harmless, but it was interesting to watch. Anastasia wasn’t really good at flirting. In fact, she was actually quite horrible at it. She was decent when she was drunk. She was convinced that she somehow said something magical, some combination of perfect words that made her seem interesting or something. Maybe it was just the alcohol made her care less. She was still snarky and sarcastic, but now she wasn’t as easily flustered as she normally was. She could rip the piss out of any guy, but the second they got inches from her face, or attempted to compliment her then the blushing and flustering began. Thankfully being drunk means she could bypass the silly giggling and stupid smiles and get right to the thinly veiled sexually innuendos of flirting. “Mate I doubt even having ten kids could make you lose your touch,” then she started hysterically laughing because, for some reason, she had then imagined Charlie as an old women, tottering around Good Vibrators with a walker. She looked up at Charlie with tear filled eyes, holding her stomach, aware her thick eyeliner would soon be ruined. “You…granny…sex shop…” was all she managed to choke out in lieu of explanation for her sudden laughter attack. After managing to halt her laughter, she went back to wedding planning mode.
“Honestly it’s yur fucking wedding. Find something yummy, order it. Be done with it. If yur guests don’t like it, you can order them a swift kick up the arse,” she shrugged. Then she thought for a moment. “Unless, of course, what you want has fish or mushrooms, cause you know I hate that stuff,” she winked at her. Obviously arse kicking didn’t apply to her, her tastes just had to be catered for as well. “And ye have to eat on yur wedding day, fuck everyone else, its fur you isn’t it?” She shrugged. She didn’t know much about weddings but she did know about enjoying one’s self. “Ooohhh open bar, have I made that suggestion yet?” She asked, taking another large sip of her beer.
Ana rolled her eyes as Charlie shot her an interested smile. “I’ve fucked guys before Charles, this isn’t really news.” She smirked. She had tried to be better recently, she really had. Ever since her terrifying mirror moment a while ago, she had tried not to be so drunk. But it had happened once more and ended in a rather interesting position. (heh, more sex puns). Ana laughed as she watched Charlie size up the bartender. She tilted her head slightly. “Too skinny, I like a man I can hug without feeling like I’m gonna break ‘em in half.” She smirked. Then she rolled her eyes once more. “Honestly there ain’t much to tell. He’s hot, taller than me, and buff, and dark,” she licked her lips jokingly. “They’re rare back home but I like me some chocolate,” she winked at Charlie.
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Post by charlotte vivian grant rivera on Jun 26, 2013 2:49:52 GMT -5
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outfit soon! DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Shuddering over-exaggeratedly at the notion of Oli in khakis, Charlie made a face. God forbid her son end up dressing like the waspy stock that Charlie came from. "I'll cry if that happens, god forbid my child have such bad taste." She shook her head fervently. "He can pierce anything he wants, get a million tattoos, I don't care, but if my son ends up looking like some waspy motherfucker, I'm going to fucking lose it." Well, no, she'd love her son regardless, of course, but she'd prefer that her son was maybe not a khaki wearing wasp.
Ana's giggles were contagious, even if Charlie wasn't entirely certain what had set them off. Still, she laughed. "Sex shop granny?" A raised eyebrow and a sip of beer and then Charlie was continuing on. "I mean, we get our fair share of grannies in the store, if that's what you're thinking about. Man, the stories I could tell." The stories she had told really, any occasion for getting together with friends was always an occasion for discussing Charlie's customers and their strange requests. It never stopped being funny, having 70 year-olds coming in to ask her advise on how to spice up their sex lives and she nearly always had new stories.
"I know, I know, I just need to make decisions but I don't want to. I just don't give a shit." Pointing at Ana with one hand, Charlie shook her finger a bit. "See, here's my thinking on the eating thing. My plan is basically, get the married thing done, go to the party, spend a little time with both my guys then send Oli home with someone, probably Miles' mom or his husband's mom, whatever and then get as trashed as possible. And not eating? Means faster drunk, so really I'm just thinking ahead. Speed of drunkenness is important here." She paused, tilted her head from side to side as she considered this idea, picking up her beer and taking another gulp, eager to start feeling the buzzy happiness that drunkenness brought on. "Well... No, actually, I probably ought to be at least sober enough to have marital sex, that's gonna be important. First sex of my life that doesn't like, what, make jesus cry or whatever." Charlie laughed, nodding as she did. "But yeah, don't worry, we're gonna have an open bar for sure, that's the only kind of wedding I want, you know? Booze is the most important thing."
But more important than wedding planning was talking about guys. "I know you have but come on, I'm practically a married woman, I need to live vicariously through someone else's varied sex life. Not, I mean, that I'm complaining about mine because damn, Mikey is one fine-ass motherfucker and I ain't got any complaints but yeah, he's the only guy I've got. So details from you my friend." She rested an elbow on the bar and her head on her hand, listening and nodding, making an appreciative noise at the description. "Ooooh, he sounds gorgeous though, I totally feel you on the chocolate thing. Used to be a bouncer at the club I was at back in the day and dear god, that man, I could have eaten him right up, so gorgeous. But your man of the evening, good in bed? Because you know, that's all great but if he's no good in bed, what's the point?" [/style] |
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Post by anacunningham on Jun 30, 2013 19:58:12 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ana smirked as she saw Charlie shutter at the idea of Oli in khakis. She knew it was just a exaggeration, but still, all parents wanted their kids to be something. Obviously the spectrum varied, some parents wanted their kids to be just like them, others wanted them to be completely different, but all wanted their children to be something. Ana unfortunately knew all about that. She had been pulled in so many directions as a child that ‘identity’ became transient. She would be whatever the fuck the parent she was with wanted her to be. She would appease and subdue, because rebelling was for people with an identity and Ana had never had a chance to find hers. Rebelling teens had nothing to lose and everything to gain, but Ana was the opposite. She knew she needed to get out. And she also knew she wasn’t willing to blow a trucker on the side of a road to get where she needed to do, so she needed time and money. She was aware all parents screwed up their kids, to some degree or another, it was only a matter of time. She looked over at Charlie, hoping, wishing that the most of Oli’s worries would be a slightly overbearing mother. She smirked as Charlie continued on Ana’s tirade against WASPs.
Ana looked up at Charlie’s confused face, tears of laughter blurring her vision. She could see the look of confusion and amusement on Charlie’s face. “It’s just, you don’t seem like the type to retire, so I just thought of you in a walker…” she started to giggle again, trying to hold it in as her body shook. “going about the store in a walker, telling the kids how to spice up their sex lives…” she was laughing again. Then her eyes widened as she heard Charlie explain the tales of elderly sex. She shivered but continued to laugh. “Oh god that’s awful, I mean good for them and all, but eww. It’s like when you see an ugly couple holding hands and it’s like ‘well that’s fucking cute and all, but your kids are not gonna be lookers,’”. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone at the bar give her a dirty look for the comment. She shrugged at them and just went “Oi, you think it too, don’t be so self-righteous.”
Ana smirked at Charlie stating she didn’t give a shit about making decisions. She put her head on her hand and listened to Charlie’s wedding plan. It wasn’t the most conventional of wedding plans, but it was very much one that reflected Charlie’s personality. And wasn’t that what weddings were for after all? It was for them. “Oh obviously, empty stomach equals twice the drunk, sadly I am far too much of a glutton to ever abide that. It’s one of my many deadly sins. I think if I actually counted I could get up more than just seven.” She smirked at Charlie. Then she threw her hands up in the air. “Woooo marital sex,” then she threw her hands up once more. “Wooooo! Open bar! I’m going to get so damn drunk at your wedding,” she winked at Charlie.
“Mate I’m sure your sex life is much more vicarious compared to mine anyways,” she laughed. She then blushed slightly as Charlie pressed for details. Ana hadn’t always been so open and honest about kissing and telling, sometimes it flared up. She winked as Charlie whistled appreciatively. In Scotland most people were just like her, utterly pale as could be, but at least in New York City she got some good old fashioned variety, and she liked it. The dark hair and pale skin always provided an interesting contrast, but she frequently looked for something a little different. “Oi mate he was goooood in bed. Obviously has some experience under his belt, that’s for sure. And there was much to be impressed about ‘under his belt’,” she winked at Charlie. “I have his number and shit, but I dunno…” she looked at her phone, as if to will it to do something, but it didn’t. It was nice what Charlie had, but not something Ana wanted. She wanted a distraction from her life. She didn’t want a ‘boyfriend’—they meant trust and having to be sober more often than she was comfortable with. For her, a regular ‘distraction’ was perfection, but those could be hard to find. She glanced at her phone again.
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Post by charlotte vivian grant rivera on Jul 2, 2013 8:19:38 GMT -5
FOR NATALIE notes: woooo!
outfit soon! DREAM | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;]The explanation that Ana finally gave for her outburst of laughter got a snort of laughter from Charlie as she downed another gulp of beer. "Hah, god forbid that day comes, me on a walker, all wrinkly and shit." She shook her head. "No, I'm going to hand the store off to Oli or something and spend my twilight years banging my guy pretty much nonstop." Perhaps a little over-share but that was basically Charlie's main way of being, sharing way too much with everyone. "Old people sex is only gross when you're not the old people having it, that's my thinking. My plan is to be a smoking hot silver fox till basically the day I drop. And Mikey is going to have to appreciate the hell outta me." Another sip of beer and the first glass was empty. She pushed it across the bar and the bartender swept by the grab it, flashing another bright smile in her direction, which she largely ignored. "Hey, some of those ugly couples end up with cute kids. Like the kids get only the good bits and it's always a huge shock and you know you shouldn't say anything but you almost do anyway." She shrugged. "At least Oli got lucky, he's got his smokin' hot parents to thank for his good looks." Charlie added with a giggle.
But back to the wedding. "Good, you get super trashed for me then, I'll just get mildly trashed, just enough to be fun but not so much that I can't get it on that night. Marital sex is such a must. Which actually..." Charlie picked up the second glass of beer to take a long sip. "Let me tell you about what I've got planned for a honeymoon. We're going away, a whole week, to an island, Miles' mom had recommendations. But anyway, I found places with like quiet beaches and I'm thinking nude sunbathing because no tan lines is rocking." Charlie nodded as she spoke, already going over plans in her head. "And I suggest this to Mikey, with like, god, it would be nice to lay on the beach naked and he instantly, like no pause at all, gets excited not about lounging around naked for a week but about the fact that he can tan his dick." She shook her head, lips pursed slightly. "Sometimes I wonder what has happened in my life that he is the father of my child." But the tone she used was all fondness still, just tinged with general amusement.
"Ok, my sex life might be more active but yours is more varied and so I need details. Variety is the spice of life you know." Charlie grinned huge as Ana confirmed that the guy was good in bed. "Most important thing." She intoned solemnly, sipping her beer as she listened. "I vote you call him. What's the worst that can happen? More sex? Call him, it'll be fun. At least, you know, get a drink with him so you can look at the pretty eye candy, that's what I'd do, were I the single sort." Running a hand through her hair, she shrugged. "I just think if you can get yourself a little fun thing going with a cute guy, it's nice. Got someone you could call up if you need a little fun but you don't feel like hauling your ass out to the bar." |
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Post by anacunningham on Jul 8, 2013 18:43:54 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ana continued to giggle. “I can’t wait for that day to come. I will hobble all the way to the store to see that shit,” she smirked. “Having him run the ‘family’ business? God that’s. just...I don’t even know what exactly that is,” she smirked. She rolled her eyes at the overshare. Ana wasn’t exactly a prude, but there were certain things that fired up her over active imagination and showed her things she didn’t want to see. But with Charlie it was different, everything was said in good humor, and never to put her ill at ease. She could actually talk to Charlie, and be talked to, about all the lovely nasty things, and not feel entirely as bothered. “Yeah I guess that’s true, like kinky sex is only weird to the unkinky,” she saw the same people who disapproved of her ugly rant look at her, so she stuck her tongue out. She had never been completely aware of how deep Charlie’s kinks went, and she wasn’t sure how much the girl could tell about her. Although her personality was quite outgoing and abrasive but behind closed doors she preferred to be…subdued so to speak. “You are gonna be a sexy sexy grey fox, like damn girl,” mimicked shielding herself away from Charlie’s preserved hotness. Ana tilted her head and shrugged. “Sometimes genetics decides to give a kids a break?” She smirked at Charlie. “Yeah mate, Oli is gonna grow up to be a fucking heartbreaker, if he looks anything like his parents.”
“Oh I’ll get trashed enough for every damn person at that wedding, like people will remember the wedding and think of you in that lovely dress, and then remember me being extremely trashed!” She then smiled as she picked up her beer, holding it as she started at Charlie with wide-eyed excitement as she listened to the plan about the honeymoon. “A little island for you and Mikey to have awesome wild sex, seems like a dream come true. Seems like paradise,” she said, and she meant it. Then she tilted her head. “Aren’t they normally like…not that pale? I mean they’re normally darker than the natural skin. I wonder why that is! I mean my ass is pastier than sunscreen slathered on a piece of paper, but the other side of me looks just about normal!” Her eyes widened and she grabbed Charlie’s arm. “You have to let him tan his dick, what if it gets so dark it turns into a Black guy’s dick? WHAT IF IT ACTUALLY GETS BIGGER!” She was spouting nonsense now and she knew it, she practically doubled over in her own hysterics.
She rolled her eyes. “It is, but not if the partner isn’t spicy,” she joked. “We didn’t get in too deep, so I don’t know if he can satisfy ‘all’ my needs, so to speak,” she said, but shrugged. Maybe she was just making excuses for herself, reasons why it would be a bad idea to talk to him again. She smirked and looked at Charlie. “And what’s the worst? People always go about that the only bad thing that could happen is you get rejected and feel like shit. But that’s pretty bad you know?” She twisted her mouth as she spun her cellphone on the table. Then she nodded and threw her arms up in the air. “Right though! I need a booty call boy. Like I have my needs you know, my very physical needs to be held against a wall and sexted till I can’t even feel my legs, and then he carries me to the bed…” Ana dazed off, practically drooling.
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Post by charlotte vivian grant rivera on Jul 12, 2013 10:46:30 GMT -5
FOR NATALIE notes: woooo!
outfit soon! DREAM | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;]"My poor kid. I already see it. He comes home one day from school and I sit him down and tell him," Charlie put on her best 'mom' voice, waving a finger in the air a bit as she spoke. "Oli, you know I want to retire and someone is going to have to take over the family sex shop and since you're our only child, it looks like you're the one. Hope you're up for that." Another giggle. "Sex shop handed down, parent to child, for generations to come. Although..." She shrugged. "All his friends will be having a hard time finding summer jobs or like, getting gigs when they finish college, Oli's going to have like, the best job ever lined up for him whenever he wants it. So he should be considering himself lucky. Taking over the shop so his silver fox parents can go have all the fun we couldn't when he was little and shit." Alright, she couldn't deny it, Charlie got the proud parent preen on at the mention of Oli being a heartbreaker one day. It wasn't as if she was unaware that every parent thought their kid was the best but.... Oli was the best and he would be stunningly handsome, Charlie was certain. "Yeah he is, lucky boy with his amazing genetics."
She shrugged. "I don't know, he just decided that tan dick is his new thing so it's going in our plans. I get to nude sunbathe because fuck yeah no tan lines and he gets to tan his dick. Whatever makes him happy." But at the widened eyes and grab, Charlie burst into hysterical laughter, grabbing onto the bar with one hand to keep from falling off her stool as she laughed. "Man, between you and me and, well actually everyone, you know I love sharing this kinda thing but yeah, anyway, Mikey's dick? Just the right size. My man doesn't need any bit of help with that." She grinned smugly, pleased as could be. "Like, man, bigger dick, I don't need it. He's got all I need goin on down there." A firm nod as Charlie let go of the bar to grab her beer and take a gulp. "And he doesn't even mind if I wanna fuck around with cute girls, so long as he gets to join in too, seriously, perfect. I got the good fucking deal." Now thinking about it, her eyes got a little glazed over and she sighed, letting go of her beer glass to fidget with her engagement ring a bit.
"Fair point but he was good, right? Appropriately spicy?" Charlie nodded, humming her understanding but then made a face at Ana's excuses, waving a hand vaguely at her as though to wave away her reasons not to call the guy back. "Ok, yeah it is but getting laid is so much more important and if he's getting the job done, why not have a little repeat business? Plus, the more you see him, the more you can see about how many of your 'needs' he can fulfill." Charlie smirked. "And I hope that when you need to make sexy purchases to help take care of some of those needs, you come on down to mine and tell me every fucking detail so I can, one, sell you what you need but, more importantly, two, hear some exciting stories." Nodding approvingly, Charlie licked her lips at the mention of being held against a wall for sex. Her fingers twitched, like she was considering calling Mikey right that minute for a little bit of that but it was girls night and she'd get her fill of that later anyway. "Ok, see, if he's doing that for you, you have to see him again, that's fucking amazing. Especially when it's that like, we just made it into the apartment, can't wait a second long, against the front door thing, that's like one of my favorites of all time." |
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Post by anacunningham on Jul 19, 2013 18:47:03 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ana put her face on her knuckles as she gazed up at Charlie, picturing her situation. “Oh god it’ll be great though, cause you know teenagers are always rebellious as fuck, some of us don’t grow out of it,” she winked at Charlie. “But like, he’ll totally meet this girl whose parent is the owner of a bdsm dungeon that they’re supposed run once their parents would break a hip whipping someone, so then they like bond and shit and go ‘screw our parents’, but then they have sex and are like ‘wooo but kinky is fun’ and resign to their fate as running the coolest places ever and the end!” She smiled. “Honestly though even if that doesn’t happen we should totally make that into the coolest fucking romcom ever.” She laughed. “I mean I could imagine him being eternally scared realizing that you have to run the sex shop cause your old parents want to bump uglies. But yeah to be fair, never have to worry about job security. Sex always sells. Porn always does well, which surprises me cause there’s so much free stuff about really. If you pay for it, that means you want something really dirty. Or ya just have nae patience,” she said. Her Scottish accent came in and out. Living here a few years meant she tried to assimilate, but it always tended to turn more Scottish the more drinks she had. Ana laughed as she watched Charlie gush about her attractive son, “aye, if I were just a few years younger..” she teased.
“Well I mean if I had a dick and realized I could tan it, that’d be like…like…I dunno, fucking an apple pie or whatever you Yanks do for fun,” she smirks. Ana suddenly eased away from Charlie, “Ewww, it was a metaphorical changing dick, not an actual dick!” She giggled. Ana rolled her eyes as Charlie went on about his more than adequate size of her boyf—fiancée. That was weird. Ana still felt like she was a teenager, it didn’t seem right that people she knew were getting married. Seemed…well that she had screwed up her life far too much to be in the same place that they had. But still, she wanted it to work out, she did. It was just…strange. “Oh god…I’m going to go to a wedding. Like, of people I actually give a shit about. Haha I know, way to make it all about me, I just, never thought I’d be feeling this excited for people.” She smirked at Charlie. Then she winked at Charlie. “Well if I fall under ‘cute girl’ you can sign me up grill,” she laughed. “But yeah, seems like the best of both worlds.” She held up her drink. “Cheers to Charlie and her kinky lover!” She said somewhat loudly.
“Spicy like…” she tilted her head as she thought about it. “Like a mild salsa. It’s like what you add on top of a spicier meal you know? There’s some spice, but the hint of something more. God, I don’t even know, I’m sure at metaphors.” She laughed. “I know I know, and I love getting laid, I just hate getting crushed all the much more. I know, I’m a pessimist and a cynic and all those other things, but hey, it’s what I’m good at!” She sighed. “Haha trust me, when I have fun sexy stories you’ll be, hell you are, the first one to know.” Then she licked her lips. “Mmm, and toys…that, that might be taking it a bit too fast, but fuck me if I don’t like to get the awkwardness out of the way.” She giggled. Then she laughed properly. “Yeah no he didn’t do that, but he could’ve…or he might one day?” she sighed. “I know I know, but he never will if I don’t talk to him.” She said as she poked her phone.
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FEATURING;;Cee Cee
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LYRICS;; Exits and Entrances -- We Are The In Crowd
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