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Post by selena on Jul 25, 2011 18:37:29 GMT -5
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The lie rolled off her tongue with ease. "I ate before you got up, Jacob.". Selena said. She felt stupid telling her son this, even if he did think that he was her brother. "I'm your sister. Don't worry about me." She told him with a sly smile. Just to make him happy Selena stood up and made herself some toast. He smiled and went to his room. Dropping the rest of the toast in the trash Selena bolted for the bathroom. She had to get there before she got too much of the calories.
Walking into the bathroom, she stuck two fingers down her throat and threw up until she spat blood. Standing up straight, she sloshed around mouthwash, re-did her lipstick and signed onto the chat. Hours later when no one was home, the maid left for the night with her friends, her son(well everyone thinks its her brother) went out to his friends house, and the nanny had a day off Selena invited the S.L.U.T club to come over.
Selena's family was rich. Plain and simple. Filthy fucking rich. They were never around and insulted her when she was around. fuck it selena said at a young age and threw herself into the world of drugs, sex, eating disorders, and the world with the bad kids. Their house stood on a huge amount of land, pool with fancy waterfalls, hot tub, ect. The house Selena didn't mind.
Selena sat upstairs in her room. She almost never ate downstairs. Everything she ate was in the fridge upstairs. If you looked in it, she didn't have much. Sitting on her water bed, she waited for the others.
| [atrb=width,140]words ,### words tagged ,everyone who decided last night that they would be in the thread and kris. so..caer, chris, kris, shadia, becky and believer. if you are not them, NO JOINY  notes ,we kinda gotta keep this PG-13 so we should probably fade out during the naughty scenes. The order will be: Shadia, Chris, Caer, Kris, Believer, Becky, Caer. | | [cs=2] |
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Post by mason on Jul 25, 2011 23:25:24 GMT -5
d r e s s e d h e a d t o t o e b l a c k o n b l a c k with me, it's gonna be a good story to tell
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pulling out his package of cigarettes, he placed one between his lips before pulling up his lighter. inhaling as he brought the flame to the tip, the first traces of smoke invaded his lungs and he sighed and relaxed considerably. he kept the cigarette dangling between his teeth as he pulled on his jeans, hopping a bit to get them over his hips before buttoning them and pulling the cig from his lips, tapping it over the edge of the ashtray and returning it to his lips.
when he was finally finished dressing himself, mason shoved the cigarette butt into the ashtray and walked out of his room, pulling on his jacket and slipping on his boots as he went. retrieving all of his necessities (phone, keys, wallet, etc.) giving otto a quick pat on the head, he walked into the garage and shut the door loudly behind him. opening up the large garage door, he slid into the front seat of his audi and started it up. after a few seconds of revving the engine, he put the car in reverse and pulled out in his driveway. driving was his second favorite activity. next to sex, of course. the way he drove was wild and dangerous and he felt that it was synonymous with his life. sure, it’s a little philisophical of him, but whatever.
pulling into the driveway of selena’s house, he parked his vehicle and easily slid out of the front seat. walking up to the front door, he lifted up his ring covered hand on knocked on it before easily switching over and hitting the doorbell for good measure. shoving his hands in his pockets, he leaned back on his heels, taking the few moments he had to look over his surroundings. | [atrb=width,100]outfit ,here. tagged ,too many. notes ,yo. |
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Post by coco on Jul 26, 2011 0:46:19 GMT -5
w e n t s t r e a k i n g i n t h e p a r k skinny dipping in the dark, then had a ménage à trois
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words ,
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tagged ,
you know who.
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cuz we all love this template.
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