Daddys Little Girl by Anna-Banana-Bean, literature
Literature
Daddys Little Girl
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, trying to some how control this lust welling up inside him. He slid his hands along her sides, slowly, savouring the touch. The hot breath on his face was tempting, teasing him along with the frightened little noises and the sobs, she tried bravely to keep at bay, all were telling him to give in again.
Then she looked up with those big blue eyes of hers and a solitary tear trickled down her face. That did it, teeth clenched he leaned forward and whispered in her ear I want to f*cking tear you apart! her eyes went wide with shock as the back of his hand connected with her face, throwing her s
Torture in Disguise by Anna-Banana-Bean, literature
Literature
Torture in Disguise
Love is torture is disguise,
The secret pain, the silent lies.
The reassurance hope is lost,
The heavy pain, secret cost
The whispers in your head at night,
The tear stained pillow, nothings right
Love, they say, the ultamite prize,
Love is torture in disguise
Daddys Little Girl by Anna-Banana-Bean, literature
Literature
Daddys Little Girl
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, trying to some how control this lust welling up inside him. He slid his hands along her sides, slowly, savouring the touch. The hot breath on his face was tempting, teasing him along with the frightened little noises and the sobs, she tried bravely to keep at bay, all were telling him to give in again.
Then she looked up with those big blue eyes of hers and a solitary tear trickled down her face. That did it, teeth clenched he leaned forward and whispered in her ear I want to f*cking tear you apart! her eyes went wide with shock as the back of his hand connected with her face, throwing her s
Torture in Disguise by Anna-Banana-Bean, literature
Literature
Torture in Disguise
Love is torture is disguise,
The secret pain, the silent lies.
The reassurance hope is lost,
The heavy pain, secret cost
The whispers in your head at night,
The tear stained pillow, nothings right
Love, they say, the ultamite prize,
Love is torture in disguise
Me: Hello Everybody. My name is Anna and im and addict.
Everyone: Hello Anna!!
Me: Im addicted to 3 A's!!
Karen: What u mean like in the Junior Cert?
Me: Do u follow me where ever i go?
Karen: Dont change the subject, its your turn to talk. Continue.
Anna: *frowning at Karens evasion* Im addicted to three things begining with a. First, Affermation.
Karen: *mumbled* Trust you to use big words. Hmm
Ruffles hair in frount of face as if creating a wall between her and the newly frustrated speaker.
Me: *ignores* Im addicted to compliments-
Karen: Who isnt.
Me: *continues ignoring* I love people telling me, well done or you did a good j
Me: Hello everyone! Im Anna and im an addict.
Everyone: Hello Anna!
Me: I have become addicted to...
pauses to think
Anna: ... quite a lot of things actually. First yaoi-
Laughter explodes from the back ot the room
Anna: Shut up Karen!! Just cuz u figured it out before i did!!
Karen: Your frickin' obsessed, how could i not notice?!
Me: Ahem, like i was saying, second is deviantART. i spend all my time online reading other peoples stuff!! Im totally sleep deprived because of it.
Karen: *giggles* Ya you like like crap when you get into school in the mornig!!
Me: Shut the hell up!! Third time wasting. I spend all my time doing nothin