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| Time Marches On; Het, James/OFC, 2004, Sequel to 'The Shortest Week' | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: August 18, 2012, 1:22 pm (12,225 Views) | |
| Shayniz21 | August 24, 2012, 6:32 pm Post #46 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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No no no! Thats not nice! She better say no! more please.... |
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| NothingElseMatters | August 25, 2012, 3:10 am Post #47 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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"I loved the way i was able to see the muscles in his sculpted back flex and contact when he'd bend over."
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| -DJ- | August 25, 2012, 1:39 pm Post #48 |
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love for all that are still reading this “I don’t know what to say, Joe. I--” tears began to sting my eyes as James saw me getting upset and interrupted. “Is everyone finished? Will you help me clear the table Zara please?” I took mine and Joe’s plate and walked to the kitchen and James shut the door behind him so we could talk in private. We put the dishes in the sink and he hugged me. “Are you alright sweetie?” “He expects me to just leave here and indulge in a career in something I hate hundreds of miles away?! No, not happening” "Can you at least just think about it?” “What? You want me to leave?!” “That’s not what I’m saying but they are offering you a good deal here; somewhere to stay and a stable job and I’m just thinking about what’s best for you” “But we’ve talked about what we were going to do. I was going to get a small job then go to California with you for a while then we’d see what happens” “They’ll probably give you good money too…” “Fuck the money, James! Is money more important than happiness? I know for sure that if I went down there I would be miserable every single day because you wouldn’t be there with me. If hell exists, it’s down there in Texas with them!” “So you’re not going?” “No!” I said wiping my eyes. I wasn’t going to let them get to me or upset me. “You’ll just tell them no?” “Yep. If that’s what it takes for me to be with you and be happy then that’s what I’ll tell them” he cupped my face and kissed my lips. “I love you” he said softly followed by a huge smile. “Go and tell them” I cleared my throat and went back out into the garden. “Was dinner ok for you guys?” “Everything was ok. Have you thought about what I said?” Joe said getting back to his earlier question. “Yes I have and I will be rejecting your offer because I had plans made with James already” “So you’re choosing him?” he pointed at James who was walking out the door “over your family, Zara? All he wants to do is fuck you and move onto the next groupie who’ll fall on her knees!” “HEY!” James boomed behind me. “Wanna know something Joe? He’s treated me better than you ever have or ever will. He was there to see me graduate. Were you? No you weren’t because you didn’t even know I graduated because you were too busy with her. He came to mom’s grave with me yesterday to say happy birthday. Did you know it was her birthday?” his eyes shifted to focus on the ground. “All he has done is respect me since I met him and all you have done since you walked through that door with your wife whose head is stuck up her own ass is disrespect me in my own home!” “You call this a home, honey?” Renée snorted. “You haven’t even got a proper table to eat at. You could do so much better, James” she stroked his arm with her hand. “You could have someone so much prettier and more feminine” she laughed and I could hear James’ breathing getting heavier beside me. “Are you gonna let her talk to your little sister like that, man?” James asked Joe. “She’s right, though…” “You are pathetic. This woman is standing here looking like she let a five year old colour in her face with a box of crayons and insulting your own flesh and blood and you’re agreeing with her?! That’s fucking low and doesn’t sit well with me…get out” “You can’t throw me out; it’s not your house!” I saw James' jaw clench and he took a step towards Joe. “You gonna hit me, James? Mr. rockstar? Go and get your buddy Lars to come and help you too” Joe laughed, impressed with himself. “Just leave, Joe” I told him. “So that’s it then? You’re abandoning the family you’ve got left for some rich drunk?” James couldn’t hold his anger back anymore and his knuckles connected with Joe’s nose and he fell back against the table. He stood up and steadied himself before he wiped the blood from his now crooked nose. “That’s what your picking, Zara. A violent alcoholic who’ll just fuck you and leave you and I won’t be here to pick up the pieces” “Unless you want a broken jaw too, I suggest you shut your fucking mouth and leave right now” James growled. “We’re going, Renée” he took his wife by the hand and led her to the front door and shut it quickly behind them as we watched from the garden. James pulled me in for a tight hug. He’d obviously saw the shocked expression on my face. “I’m sorry you had to see that, babe” he whispered into my neck. He was like my protector. I gently pushed him away. “Are you ok?” my mind was still running at dangerous speeds recalling what happened just moments ago. “You look so angry when you’re sexy” my lips curved into a smile and I began to undo the buttons of his crisp black shirt. “I look angry when I’m sexy? Not the other way around?” he said against my lips. “Who fucking cares” my fingers idly ran down his exposed chest. “What are you doing?” “I’m saying thank you” I reached to open his belt buckle. “Well maybe you should thank me in the bedroom because one of your neighbors is staring at us from up there” he laughed and pointed towards next door’s window. He took my hand and we walked to the living room and sat on the couch. “I thought you said the bedroom” “Too far away” He pulled me towards him by the belt loops on my jeans and made me straddle him. I gently pulled his head forward so his lips met mine and his sweet tongue dipped in my mouth almost instantly. His hands slid under my tee and unhooked my bra then fingers played with the bottom of my tee until he got impatient and tugged them both over my head then took his shirt off. “I love you so much” he said against my chest with hot, heavy breath. He moved one of my hands that was on his chest onto the bulge in his jeans and squeezed it while he moaned into my neck. His hands fumbled with the button on my jeans and I knew he wasn’t going to wait much longer to get what he wanted. “Damn it…I love you but it’s times like these when you need to wear skirts or dresses” “Not gonna happen” I stood up and pulled my jeans down my legs and he lowered his own jeans down to his knees to free himself just enough. I eased myself onto him slowly and pressed my chest to his. “Oh yeah…fuck. It’s good like this, huh?” I couldn’t answer him; I was just so lost in the moment. The feeling of his skin on my skin was driving me insane. I ran my hands through his short hair and his hands guided my hips up and down slowly. He hit the right spot every time making me cry out. Our hot breaths were mixing and it began to get extremely hot in the room, there was a thin layer of sweat forming on my back and stray hairs were sticking to his temples. “Do you love me?” he panted into my mouth. “Yeah…” “How much?” “A fucking lot” I managed to say quickly running out of air. His thrusts speeded up underneath me and became deeper too. His thumbs pressed harder into my hips. “Mmmm...I’m gonna come…” he threw his head back on the pillow of the couch and bit down on his lip. I watched tiny beads of sweat fall down his chest that had pooled at the hollow part of his neck. He groaned and his hips bucked upwards in need. With that move I shuddered around him and rested my head on his shoulder trying to catch my breath. I could hear his heart pumping against his chest. “Thanks” “You’re welcome” |
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| Shayniz21 | August 25, 2012, 2:05 pm Post #49 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Yeah she said no! Zara should have punched Renne! And that sex scene was Give me more woman! |
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| Verde Manzanita | August 25, 2012, 2:08 pm Post #50 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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I want to thank James too, I want, you hear meh? I WANT! Oh Rene, that bitch... well fuck you, he wouldn't touch you and your make up in a million years! MOAR!
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| -DJ- | August 25, 2012, 7:43 pm Post #51 |
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I think most of us want to "thank" james in one form or another!
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| Shayniz21 | August 25, 2012, 10:06 pm Post #52 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Yes we all want to thank James
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| HannahBanana | August 25, 2012, 11:42 pm Post #53 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh how I enjoy this story Zara's bother is an ass and a robot. He needs to learn to speak for himself, and his wife is a complete bitch. I'm glad Zara didn't take the offer. By the way, the sex was
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| NothingElseMatters | August 26, 2012, 10:57 am Post #54 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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We'll need to form a thank you line This was just so
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| Shayniz21 | August 26, 2012, 12:25 pm Post #55 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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A thank you line is anawesome idea
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| Verde Manzanita | August 26, 2012, 12:31 pm Post #56 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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Yes, you're talking with the Thank James hot line. If you want to thank James Hetfield please explain the motives for thanking and press #1... |
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| Shayniz21 | August 26, 2012, 1:54 pm Post #57 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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| cmania | August 26, 2012, 2:13 pm Post #58 |
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Frantic
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| -DJ- | August 26, 2012, 3:22 pm Post #59 |
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Blackened
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Ahahaha awesome more soon
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| Shayniz21 | August 28, 2012, 7:47 am Post #60 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Poke! |
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