Cautious Love

I licked her swollen love button, and I wrapped my lips around it, and suckled gently.. "mmm..." I moaned against it..

I gasped at the sudden vibration of her mouth and I tugged at her hair gently. "Oh Adira..." I moaned.

There was more whwre that came from.. I slowly continued to lick her, and I moved the toy to her opening, and pushed just the tip.in..

I squirmed and tugged at her hair a little more. Good god.. What is that?

I slowly pushed the slim toy in a little more, I flicked her button with my tongue quickly, as I continjed to push it in at a slow steady pace.

After our amazing night, we both laid there, her in my arms breathing heavily.

((What should happen next?))

(Hmm. Maybe.. Constance kisses someone by mistake , thinking its Adira

((No... We always do that in every RP.. Plus that would only last a few posts.))

(I know.. sorry.. im not doing well.with rps at the moment either...)

((Its not your fault..))

(Partially is.. its like, my fault too that they die quickly..)

((Its not just you.. It's me too..))

(Well, maybe we could start this same roleplay over here, and we keep communicating, and try to keep it alive. Cause I liked this one.

((I guess. I never really got into it. But we can try.))

(Or, we could pick a different one if you want. I want to.make sure yoy like it too..)

((Anything you want hun))

(Well.. what about a rich girl runs away from home, it being way to strict there, and she asks for help fron the secret service to help her hide from her father, which he is also the biggest drug deeler in the U.S, so my guy gets signed up to protect her from getting kidnapped and brought back home.

((Alrighty))

(Like it?)

((Yeah))

(Want to do that rp on this thread?)

Elsa Armstrong
18
Addicted to marajuana and drinking, she started when her parents were murdered in front of her when she was 16. She just moved into the halfway house to stop her addiction.

Justin French
19
Addicted to heroin, weed, and alcohol. His parents beating him triggered it.

I fnished unpacking my things And I looked across the room to see a guy walk in. He must be the roomate they were talking about.. there was only one room left , and two new people. So we had to share.

I walked in with my bags with a black eyes and bruises on my arms and chest. I glanced up at the girl, and I nodded before putting my bag on my bed and beginning to unpack.

I saw how beat up he was.. holy shit.. I didnt say anything, I sdjusted my beanie and let my hair hang in My face like a curtain. After unpacking I went and got a ice pack, and when I came back I handed it to him . "Here.." I sajd

"Thanks." I mumbled and I put it on my face. After I unpacked, I sat in bed and I scratched at my arms which had a lot of track marks from the needles. Heroin and alchoh are highly difficult to get over, so withdrawals will be difficult.

"Yeah.." I said and I grabbed a small bottle and I went into the bathroom and locked it.. just a couple shots..

"Gonna share that?" I called playfully, but half serious. I reached inside my secret pocket and pulled out my syringe. I stared down at it. I only have a little left.. I might as well use it before the officials find it.