| ahh soon to be finished... kinky timesss |


Moving Up 4 The car ride to Carlisle's house was silent. They parked in the garage, Carlisle let the ignition run for a couple minutes before turning it off and turning to Haylen. "Babe... is something wrong?" he asked her. She shook her head. "you sure?" "Yeah im fine" she told him faking a smile, she rested her hand on his leg, "lets just get inside - its getting a bit chilly" she rubbed her shoulders and winked. He chuckled then got out the car and rushed to the otherside of the it to open the door for her. He then ushered her towards the front door oMoving Up 4


Moving Up 3 Haylen and Carlisle span into a corner. Carlisle plonked himself down on an upholstered seat and Haylen sat on his lap. There were other people on the other chairs, drinking, laughing and having a good time in general. Carlisle nuzzled his head into Haylen's neck, breathing in her sweet perfume. He began to kiss lightly beneath her jaw as she purred. They began to kiss passionately when Haylen suddenly cut the kiss short and got off Carlisles lap. She took his hand and lead him outside.Moving Up 3
They began to kiss again, Carlisle pushing her up the brick wall. H


Moving Up 2 The clicking of heels alerted her mother. She jumped up off the sofa with her camera just as Haylen walked elegantly down the twisted stairs. Her long pink dress was held up at the knee so as to not catch when she walked, but the back swung silkly on the backs of her legs. As she walked, her loose ringleted hair, some pinned to her head, others lying loosly, bobbed and swung as her high heeled diamante shoes touched each step lightly.Moving Up 2
Her mother gasped and looked up bleary eyed as Haylens father came into t


The feeling...The Feeling...The feeling...
The feeling...of walking your whole life on a thin ledge. ... Of flirting with emotions you don't truly understand. ...of dreaming of falling, through
the air, free as a bird.
The feeling ...of slipping, did you fall, or were you pushed? ...of losing sig
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I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much. My scars remind me that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel.
"You great soft sissy girly nancy French bender Man Utd supporting POOF!"
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~You are my only sanguine delusion
You are my last postmortem scar~
`leoraigarath
my band [link]
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~ Sanity is an abstract. Listen to the moon...she dispels such nonsense. ~
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MUFFINS!
We, the voices of you head, demand MUFFINS!
and those multi colored party hats. But mostly the muffins!
xXxXx
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Danny: Yeah, he's Auntie Jackie's sister's brother's boy.
Nicholas: And it didn't occur to you to mention this before?
Danny: I couldn't see his face, could I? I'm not made of eyes!
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I Love Stargate SG-1 !
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MUFFINS!
We, the voices of you head, demand MUFFINS!
and those multi colored party hats. But mostly the muffins!
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