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What the fuck I mean by “It 's cold”? Well, you will know it soon. There are many times when me and my friends are playing around with each other. No, no, not the kind of playing around you thinking about. By playing around I mean we are always making jokes about each other and doing stupid but funny shit. One time my young brother decided to do a stupid shit to my friend, which basically ruined my friend’s rest of the day and maybe even today he might be embarrassed about what my brother did to…

Time proceeded in a blur as the anonymous men fucked and taunted the teenager. One after another, never-ending, the theatre was consumed with husky masculine voices, slaps of hands against tender, young flesh, and cocks being stuffed in eager, wet holes. Adam Levine filmed it all, capturing the expression of pleasure pasted across the teen's face, the writhing and bucking of her tight form, and the uninhibited moans forced from her mouth as she orgasmed over and over. Her juices, and various…

My life is devoid of color I think to myself as I shuffle down the crowded streets of New Jersey. I've been living 8 years as a teenager and what have I done that could be on a tv show or in the newspaper. Hell the people on modern family are more exciting than me. I'm only suffocating myself thinking about this but I can't help it. I need something, but I can't put my finger on it. The more I think about this the more bland what I see seems. Every building in this city is brown or gray. Every…

It was around nine at night and I was preparing for the party. By prepare, I mean utterly destroy my hair with an ample amount of hairspray. I wore jeans that weren 't too tight or too baggy and a decent red/black plaid shirt. If my mom has taught me anything, it 's definitely fashion and style. The goal is to completely alter your appearance, to the point where you barely even recognize yourself. Since my hair was awful, as usual, I decided to wear a beanie. Suddenly, I heard a honk from…

and not only that but he was slowly sliding down the wall. Probably the funniest thing I've ever seen. My boy Jon sees me looking down at the guy and he give me this look like we just got caught burying bodies. So he like “Cmon Jay, we gotta get the fuck out of here” and we run to another flight of stair, jump down them, we both had the same class so we go in and sit down like nothing happened. I was pretty happy because my reputation is intact and probably looks better after that. Rumors are…

The Catcher in the Rye is a social commentary that criticizes the superficialness of adulthood, through the eyes of the rebellious protagonist: Holden Caulfield. Holden is an academic failure who flunked out of his preparatory school, Pencey Prep, for failing grades in all of his courses except English. Holden then continues his life, traveling around, criticizing the world around him in a cynical tone, attacking the “phoniness” and unbearable corruption of the adult world. As a result of his…

“I have no fucking idea.” “Because it’s never been done before!” Louis says shrilly. “Just shut up and keep moving that table.” That table being the gigantic, impossibly heavy Slytherin table from the Great Hall. Honestly, Liam has no idea how the fuck they managed to not only break into the Great Hall, but also get the school’s front doors open (they were the only ones big enough to fit the table through) and the entire fucking table outside through it without getting caught. “Here is good,”…

Dante was forced to pull back from her neck when Jade pressed down and slide herself upon his up-curved and twitching cock. That vein laden rod was absolutely ready for her... it had been for what seemed like twenty minutes now. Blood would be licked from his bottom lip as he returned to sitting straight-up before her. Jade would not get any evidence of her new punctures because Dante had cleaned up the evidence with his tongue subconsciously. Because of the small but significant feast of her…

Today is the day I leave to spend the whole weekend with Shaun. Dan is still out of town at work, fucking everything that moves. My wonderful parents agreed to take all 4 of the kids for a weekend, things are going to be great. I am really excited, I mean just the little bit of time we have with one another is amazing, imagine a whole weekend. I feel like a little girl on Christmas morning eagerly waiting to open up my gifts. Shaun keeps e-mailing me making sure I am still game, asking me…

know he has trouble sleeping.” Craig laughed. It was pleasant and unexpected since this night was turning out to be terrible. “I’ll make sure he gets home safe tomorrow. You’re welcome, goodbye.” “I didn’t know that you could play nice.” I chided. “Fuck off, Mrs. Tweak is really cool.” Craig pouted. Both of our phones buzzed at the same time. It was Kenny. The text read ‘the cops raided the party, like about of a hundred of us got arrested.’ He ended the text with a tongue out…