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Post by kane on Mar 29, 2009 23:18:59 GMT -5
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_________________________ YOU ALWAYS MISLED ME
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -the walls were filled with mirrors. a large, open room with nothing to distract the openness of the floor. a cold, hard wood floor spread across the dance floor. the reflection of his tattoos were highly visable from his white v-neck shirt he wore as he walked towards the rail on the mirror. his back met the railing and he stared hard at the door in front of him. she was supposed to be in the dance studio ten minutes ago. he knew her schedule like he knew the back of his hand; so her being late pissed him off greatly. checking his phone again, he was tempted to call her up again and yell at her for making him wait, but he felt a bit nicer today.
looking down at his fitted jeans, kingston michael kane decided to walk around the room a bit. he wasn't a dancer, heck, he doesn't dance at all. well, if you counted running around and jumping a bit in a crowded gig dancing, then he was the master of the mother fucking dance. the room was very empty, it was a sunday night and people were probably in bed or about to go to bed. pulling out his phone from his pocket, he found a song and blasted it. being the vain person he was, it was his own song and he sang along to it. his voice echoed loudly from the mirrors and he could feel the vibrations from the echo. people would probably rush in and see what the commotion was but since the dance studio is near the music studio, people don't bother.
kingston ended up rolling around on the floor and jumping about, the music taking him over. he glanced over at the door from time to time, either facing it or through the mirror, he hated it when aphrodite made fun of him for his music. she hated it calling it "noise and destruction". but she dealt with it since they were both amazing in bed and they loved angry sex. kiki ended up laying on the floor, the song fading as it soon ended all together. his phone started to vibrate and it was her texting him. he texted her back, calling her a bitch ass cunt and tossed the phone away from him. the smash of the phone against the hardwood floor didn't even make him wince. he was a fucking hire to the british line, he could get a new phone any day. |
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Post by aphrodite on Mar 29, 2009 23:45:32 GMT -5
keep em waiting. That was the motto Aphrodite liked to follow, especially when it came to a certain London born boy. by the time she had left her dorm and headed for the dance studio she was 10 minutes late, but it didn’t matter. When it came to Kingston or kiki, which Aphrodite hated calling him, she knew he would wait, even if it just pissed him off. it was something the girl liked to do, always show up late, although it bugged him, which is what made it fun. when it came to Kingston, aphrodite liked to have those days where she would make him hate her to spicen up their relationship, whatever it was, they had. Then there were the other days when she wanted him to adore her, it was a weird complicated thing the two had going on.
From downstairs, aphrodite could hear loud music playing. “Kingston.” she muttered as she shook her head and opened the doors that lead to the stairwell. the boy was going to get the cops called on them. even if it was near the music studio, this wasn’t the music studio, and usually the music wasn’t as loud as his lame-ass noise that just sounded like crap. before she entered the door, aphrodite took out her phone to send Kingston a text, not really expecting a reply back, but when her phone vibrated in her hand and read the text she just glared. bitch ass cunt. that boy had some nerve. Aphrodite didn’t mind getting called a bitch, but cunt? Oh that was another story.
“you asshole!” aphrodite yelled barging into the dance studio, stepping over the phone Kingston had thrown to the ground. “you know I hate when you call me that..that..word!” yeah, aphrodite had issues saying the word cunt. That was probably the only word she wouldn’t speak. She stood there, in the middle of the room, arms folded, glaring at Kingston. someone wasn’t getting laid tonight.
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Post by kane on Mar 29, 2009 23:57:20 GMT -5
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_________________________YOU ALWAYS MISLED ME
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -her voice rang through the door and into the dance studio. kingston grinned at himself and shielded his face from her mad fiery spits of madness. her yelling slightly comforted him, maybe even aroused him if he felt like fucking her right there, but he probably knew he wasn't getting any tonight. after she finished yelling at him about him calling her a cunt, which in the olden days was a word to acknowledge a women, he just let his arms fall and he looked up at her. the bright lights gave her blonde hair a halo and he grinned cheekily at her. "hey love, what's shaken?" kingston loved to mess up the emotions in the room. if she was mad, he's be nice. if she was being nice, he'd sometimes be mean.
their relationship was so fucked up, i'm surprised he didn't beat her yet. slowly pulling himself up from the floor, he manged to just sit up. "well then, get to dancing." he ordered her, pushing himself to mirror behind him. the railing hovered just above his head, and when he looked up, managed to bang his head lightly on it. "oh fuck!" he muttered, rubbing his head slightly. he waited for her to laugh at him, but tuned it out with thoughts of other pussy he could get later that night. "how about a lap dance then?" he asked her, smirking at the thought of a nice strip tease. she did need to learn who to do it. "go on!" he urged. kingston loved watching aphrodite dance. she was just so majestic, it was breathtaking.
but she didn't know that. he would usually would make it seem he wasn't paying attention to her dance when he was in full attention. he was so attracted to dancers, and aphrodite was one of them. he also had a ballerina, salsa dancer, jazz, folk... |
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Post by aphrodite on Mar 30, 2009 0:22:06 GMT -5
hey love what’s shaken? glaring, that was the way aphrodite replied to a lot of things, was by glaring. When Kingston would piss her off and try and lighten the mood it just made aphrodite annoyed in a way. Not fully annoyed, just, slightly. Atleast it showed the boy was trying. Which was another annoying thing, no boy really ever tried, but aphrodite dealt, cause the sex, well, that was great. “nothing’s shaking right now” aphrodite said dropping her bad and walking towards the mirror. “ but I’m sure later tonight your hand will be shaking little, and I mean, little, Kingston” this girl wasn’t stupid, aphrodite knew there were other girls, not just her. There were other boys, not just Kingston.
aphrodite lifted one leg up, laying it across a bar and leaning towards, her long blonde hair falling messily in front of her shoulders. Since she obvsiouly wasn’t going to be screwing Kingston tonight, she needed a back up plan. It had been a week since she gotten wny, mostly because the stupid London boy was probably off screwing some other whores. But as she was about to come up with some names, she saw Kingston hit his head. It was hard not to laugh, because aphrodite loved seeing people in pain, but withheld her laughter not giving into him. “a lap dance?” she asked switching legs. This boy did not deserve one, not after calling her a cunt.
“how about I give you a quarter and you go pick up some whore at the club. I’m sure they’ll give you a lap dance.” Aphrodite glanced over at Kingston with a smile. “there’s some change in my bag, but don’t touch the condoms, I may need them for later tonight”
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Post by kane on Mar 30, 2009 0:31:18 GMT -5
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"little? don't you mean like a baby elephant's little? that's still quite huge." he retaliated, smirking at her. "at least i don't have weird nips." kingston left his hand in his hair, rubbing the spot where he hit his head. the pain was soothing away with his hand and he dropped it on his lap. she stretched right by his face, and the tights she wore was driving him crazy. but he mustn't give in since she was being a cunt. relaxing himself against the mirror, he gave her a smug look. "at least the strippers got more class than you." kingston pushed himself off the mirror, pulling himself up and walked passed aphrodite.
he let his hand slightly touch the bare skin of her arm as he passed. plopping down next to her bag, he rummaged through the bag and indeed found condoms. "are these all for the bananas and cucumbers? aren't we a little old for fruits and vegetables?" he smirked, throwing the condoms about like confetti. kingston then tossed the change in the air and the sound of coin dropping made him smirk even more. kingston then flopped on the floor and started to roll around, grabbing the condoms and ripping open the package. he rolled the sticky plastic and started to throw the condoms wherever he thought was pleasant.
on the mirrors, doors, any hard surface. soon enough, the room was filled with condoms everywhere. "dear lord, look at this room! it looks like a mother fucking orgy!" kingston stood in the middle of the room with an unrolled condom in his hands, getting ready to fling it at aphrodite. he flicked it like a rubber band but missed, hitting the mirror instead. the lub splatted all over the blonde haired bimbo and kingston smirked in victory.
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