You breathed deep, the sounds in the gym becoming a dull hum in your consternated state. Your hands were placed firmly on your knees, the end of your ponytail ghosted across your back as you moved side to side. This was it. At the beginning of the match, you were hyper aware of the two scouts from USLA and the University of Indianapolis watching you, but after your first serve, everyone melted away, expect for the other girls on the court. This was one of your last games playing with your high school team, and it felt bittersweet. You had been cut from the team as a freshman, but now as a senior you were not only on varsity, you were head captain. As a girl on the opposite team began to bounce the volleyball anticipating her serve, your eyes watched Becky McNamara with a straight expression. You felt like calling her your nemeses was harsh and over the top. Before the first time you had played her and her team sophomore year, she had purposefully tripped you on your way into the gym, muttering something about watching where you were going. You had done nothing to provoke her, and had never even seen the girl before you fell harshly to your hands and knees.
You shivered and arched your back; those four words always sent shocks of excitement straight to your core and you nodded, then pulled him down for another searing kiss. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and settled between your legs; you moaned against his lips as you felt his erection through his boxer-briefs, brushing against your bare clit. It always seemed pleasurably unfair how you ended up naked while Brian still had his underwear on, but you knew that would soon change. Sure enough, Brian got off you a moment later and swung his legs off the bed. You sighed impatiently and looked longingly at his bare back; you started playing with yourself while you waited for him to do…whatever it was he was doing. He threw it over his shoulder and pushed his underwear down to his ankles, then stepped out of them and walked over to the bed, his cock fully hard. Despite how sensual the moment was, it melted your heart that he was such a gentleman even when—judging by his cock, flushed red—he was about to fuck the breath right out of your lungs. Immediately, Brian pinned you down by both wrists and you squealed, spreading your legs wide so he could kneel between them, your thighs atop his. That was certainly what happened now; you moaned as Brian trailed his tongue from the spot between your breasts up to your jaw. He placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on your mouth, and the sudden feeling of his lips on yours made you eager for more—more of his mouth, fingers, anything.
Sorry for the inconvenience. His younger brother was rolling his hips slowly. It was driving Dean crazy. Go slow this time. Just - make it last. Keep me hanging all night. Make me beg. Dean pushed in deeper and in return got a low moan. I want you to…fuck me the whole time. I want you to keep me on edge.
I swear to god, the breakdown at the end of this will make you mosh with all the strength and ferocity of a fully grown and pissed off chimpanzee. Remember those walls I built? I found a way to let you in, but I never really had a doubt. Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now. Baby, I can see your halo. Lessons learned, paid in blood. Skin graft. Perpetuating the degeneration.
In this, myself is all I need with this oath that keeps me free. To this I am forever true. I am straight edge. It was her idea of a summer job. We already know the effects of poison. Is it worth your wage? Demons descended upon the lands. The fire of greed burned within their minds. Conquered by the sword, by treaties that were lies. Decimated by manifest destiny. Tortured and enslaved in the name of christianity.
Manifest destiny prevails. Felled their rainforests, flood their lands. Ancient cultures destroyed by so-called civilized man. The tribal peoples of today; survival is at stake. My lover the river makes a better soldier than a bride. Bring the children to the water and let them see what heartache did. If this is light, leave me in the dark. If this is salvation, cast me into the flames and watch me burn with a smile stretched across my heathen face so there is not one ounce of doubt which side of your gates I proudly stand on.
And if there is one thing that your church has earned, it is that you all deserve to fucking burn. I pledge no allegiance to the flag of the undeniable mistakes of America. Which, due to the plutocracy for which it stands, so many nations and their gods have become invisible with liberty and justice reserved for a precious chosen few.
Let our allegiances lie with those betrayed by the facade, for the calm is an illusion. The struggle is not over. It assumes new forms. Act like I just got up in it.
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