'Oh his touch...it is so feathery...so gentle...Oh I want him...yes..I want to fu-!'
Kib awoke, feeling the cold hardwood floor against his bare chest. "Damn it!," he muttered while banging his fist upon the floor. He looked up, and realized he must have rolled off the bed. He got up slightly, then looked down. "Well..hello there buddy..No wonder you're up so early this morning." Kib giggled slightly to himself. He hated when his dreams were so..rudely interupted.
Kib closed his eyes, searching his mind for the dream once more. It was gone, and Kib cursed a second time. He got up, and looked at the alarm clock. The violently red numbers shone 6:34. "School...I hate it, but such a curse comes with a slightly blessing," he said to himself.
After a cold shower and a warm release, Kib got dressed in his favorite outfit. His cotton pink polo shirt, with rainbow tie. His fishnet armwarmer on his right arm. While his left arm clad with a leather biker glove and his corset peircing. He slipped his thin frame into his 'acid' blue jeans, and his plaid over skirt. Then his famous white belt with black studs and 8-ball belt buckle; finishing up with his black Converses.
((Author's Note: Damn it..Okay..that is all I have written...But I posted it..OKAY?! Now..comments and get loads of Pocky! *grins* And tell me if it is any good..))
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Rainbows and Teardrops
My random accounts on what happens here on Gaia throughout my summer vacation.
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