District Thirteen
bisexual
Sexuality
There's a party in my pants
Relationship Status
Superman
Occupation
|
Megan
Offline
florida time
Tag me @airrontide
|
|
Post by Airron Tide on Nov 19, 2014 2:03:35 GMT
A party celebrating the success of a project that'd gone on for far too long, innocent enough, right? It was supposed to be just a quick thing. Airron would stop in, greet his pals and get out of there, for he knew all too well what would go down if he'd stay. Parties only every badly for him, and it was necessary that he stayed on his yellow brick road. Yet, he found himself staying for an hour, then another, and another, and at some point the little get together had blown out of proportions. Someone cracked out the cases of beer and women began to pool into the house wearing nothing more than dresses that just barely covered them. This wasn't good, it never was. Drunk Airron only led to accidents, and he made mistakes that weren't so easily forgiven.
He had a bottle pressed to his lips, eyes greedily raking over this curvy blonde who'd been keeping close to him all night. Alice wasn't anywehere on his mind as he shifted in his seat, palm pressed to his lap as he stared her down. She danced to some song in the background, the beat seemingly Irish, very playful. Her and a few others shook what they had despite the song being light rather than sexual, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. He was wasted and horny, and to say the least, Alice wasn't one to always satisfy his needs in bed- but only because he never asked her to. Airron never ever wanted to make her uncomfortable, but she was the only one.
A little flirting couldn't hurt, his girlfriend would never find out- or at least that's what his intoxicated mind tried to persuade him, and it worked. Finding his footing, he made his way to the kitchen for another beer, his glare darting to the blonde as he wagged his finger her way, teasing her into following him.
He'd always been this way, seductive and cunning, and women always bought it. This girl was no different.
|
|
Offline
May 17, 2024 11:22:17 GMT
Tag me @Deleted
|
Deleted
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 3:38:13 GMT
The party scene was Gray's scene. She was like a permanent fixture at any event where alcohol, hot men, and slutty dancing could be found. She'd walked into the house when the party was already in full swing, never one to show up too early. She received a few waves from a lot of the women there even though she knew most of them really didn't like her. She caught a few winks from a flurry of old lovers which she returned with simple smiles. She didn't like returning to old lovers, preferring to play once and then move on. Lasting fuck buddies cultivated feelings she didn't want or couldn't handle. There were a few new people, one man in particular that caught her eye. She'd keep close to him the rest of the night, her sights set on him.
She was popular among these people too, they were her friends, or so thought. In a few days when a little red plus on a little white stick would turn her whole world upside down, she would soon learn that none of them were ever really her friends. They were like summertime soldiers, not willing to stick beside her during the harsh winter she was about to endure.
At the moment though, she was completely absorbed by the moment, the vodka she'd been downing causing her mouth to go numb along with her mind. She was all basic instinctual sexuality at this point. Her body swayed in tune with, not the music that filled the room, but a deep thumping rhythm in her head; music that was much more sexual. She was swaying, gyrating, bending, dipping.
She saw him rise to go to the kitchen and caught his crooked finger beckoning her to him. She bit her lip at him, dark eyelashes batting, before her lips curved up into a smirk and she shook her head slightly. She wasn't quite drunk enough to follow after the man like a the little slut she honestly was. She enjoyed the chase. Slipping and disappearing into the crowd, she reemerged at the bottom of the staircase up to the second floor of the house.
Her eyes found him again and she curled her finger at him, daring him to follow her as she swayed her way sensually up the stairs, disappearing.
|
|
District Thirteen
bisexual
Sexuality
There's a party in my pants
Relationship Status
Superman
Occupation
|
Megan
Offline
florida time
Tag me @airrontide
|
|
Post by Airron Tide on Dec 11, 2014 15:32:58 GMT
Games were not something he cared to play when it came to this. Most found the chase fun, but it was taunting to him, and Airron was not someone to tease. Though, he'd already set his sights on this curvaceous blonde, he wasn't just going to let her go- not in this wasted state. So, in a not so gingerly fashion, he chugged down his beer and kicked himself out of the cluttered kitchen. Shaking his head to make sure his buzz was steady, he sent his hand through his mane of shoulder length waves. Really, he should cut it, but his hair was his prized possession. It was who he was. In fact, it was one of the things that won Alice over and set Breeze and him on the path back to friendship. His luscious, soft locks were his pride and glory.
Even thinking directly of the girl hadn't knocked any sense into him. His mind spoke her name clearly, but he was too far gone to even register it. Alice was stored in the back of his mind, right now he was being driven by the sound of sex. A call he'd been admittedly ignoring since he'd started dating little blondie. She wasn't comfortable with the thought of just diving into it like that, so he didn't force her to. She was the only one he styck around for because she was worth more than just a little pleasure. She was his future. Even with that being said, she still didn't knock any sense into him as he sifted through the crowd and towards the stairs.
Airron could have anyone of these women around him, all it would take was a simple wink and a flirty smile, but he was set on this blonde in particular. Combing vigorously at his hair, his foot brushed the bottom of the steps. Wavering for a moment, he set back in his mind for the briefest of seconds. Did he really want to do this? Glancing up the stairs, he caught a glimpse up the girl's tight dress. Yes, yes he wanted to do this. It'd been too long and his instincts were overwhelming his better judgment. He was convinced he needee to do this.
Urging himself up the steps, he was eager to meet this girl and just get this over with. He wouldn't ever talk to her again, of course not. It'd be a one time thing he'd forget in a week. Stomping after her, it didn't take him long before his hand was snaking around her wrist and he had her pressed against the hallway wall. Sinking his head into the crook of her neck, Airron let his breath run warm over her skin. Body tight against hers, he allowed no room for rebuttal, no more games. His sheer size alone would have kept her in place, but he pinned her hands over her head for good measures as he left a gentle kiss at the base of her jaw. Mumbling in a deep voice curled with a seductive twang, "I don't play, babe."
|
|