aangel

Angel
2013-02-02 04:49:31 (UTC)

Friday, Feb 1, 2013

Dear Diary,
I was having a pretty boring day today. I have learned to hate first period. Im stuck in a room with two of the most hateful beings right now. Michelle can't stop talking and i always see her sitting next to Joey..they both just piss me off, its obvious Joey and Thomas are competing for her attention..Mr.Newton finds it irritating too. I ended up drawing a pretty cool sketch that i proceeded to fuck up after school by using sharpie and watercoloring.
I am happy to say that i saw Adrian in the library after school. Im really scared how creepy i can be because i found myself constantly looking over and hoping he would make eye contact with me or look over at me..i surprise myself with how often i look for him.
Katherine and Stephen kept freaking me out by kissing. I react the way i do because i liked their reaction but it was still nasty as fuck. I have this thing where i am disgusted by other people kissing..i just find it awkward to watch.
Adrian came over a little before the sun began to set. I was sitting on the window sill while he looked at old news articles in a large book. I kept looking out at the sun. It was so pretty, i kinda wished that i could show my affections for him out in public....i wanted him to look at it with me and see it.

We walked out of the library 5 minutes till 5:30 and went through that special stairwell. We walked up to the second floor and placed our bags on the floor before joining at the lips. His were soft and strong at the same time as he took me against the wall. His hands held me to him and i felt them traveling to the curves of my hips. His kisses were soft at first and with his actions getting bolder, his kisses became more insistent. His hands travelled down to my sex and his hands stroked me vigorously. I felt my body respond to him and i arched myself to his touch. I wished i could make him feel the same way but i didn't know how. I lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist. I felt his dick pressed against me through our clothes and hated how there was a space in between our skin. Instead, i came down and felt him against my hip, he was hard.
I reveled in how he made me feel, kissing him with everything i had, my hands went down to touch him there. He was so hard, i felt him move his hips against me in a small rhythm. His hands kept touching me and my body was on fire. He kissed me with ferocity and his hands moved to my belt, the only thing keeping his hands from exploring further. He quickly unbuckled it and slipped his fingers down to feel my sex through my panties. I moved myself against him and until i couldn't tell if there were any cloth between his hands and my skin.
Eventually i was spent and so i put his hand against my waist. I wanted the feel of skin on skin. How i wished my hormones were in control. His dick was oh so hard as he pushed into me, poking me hard. It hurt a little, i wished i could help him...i want him to show me how to take care of him. We both spent some time in that stairwell because it had been a week since i had him last, and he most certainly made it memorable. His hands were everywhere and his lips were sweet. His body on fire and mine compliant.

As we walked out of the building i could still taste him on my lips, i wanted one more, just so i knew that the stairwell wasn't the only place i could kiss him and show him how much i cared. His lips were soft and i smiled as i pulled away. I think he may have been a little surprised i had kissed him outside.

Im more than certain that he is my drug.




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