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Sexuality Straight
Submitted On Jul14/10 Hits 2733 Summary:
FOREWARNING:
This series contains sex, violence, and massive amounts of potty mouth. If you get offended by anything in this story, DON'T COME WHINING TO ME! I warned you. Not my fault you kept on reading. Thank you for you cooperation!
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(Chapter One) Cross-Dressers
My eyes fell upon him in an instant as he walked through the classroom door behind the teacher. Dark burgundy hair, so smooth and silky, ebony chocolate eyes that froze my very heart, pale creamy skin that I could almost taste, no, skin that I wanted to taste under my tongue. I could feel my heart pounding heavily in my chest as my cheeks flushed a reddish hue. The boy, who know stood in front of the whole class, was wearing a red T-shirt with a black skull design and a large coat that had brownish-tan fur around the bottom and over the hood, along with an Ankh necklace and a studded black belt with dark gray denim jeans, and leather black laced boots.
I was no match for his dark beauty; my hair was an usual sunny yellow shade, slightly untamed in the back, and dark green eyes that made them almost look black all around. My skin was a little darker than my new, handsome classmate. I was best known for being, excuse the meanness of this word, a fag of the class. I w...
My eyes fell upon him in an instant as he walked through the classroom door behind the teacher. Dark burgundy hair, so smooth and silky, ebony chocolate eyes that froze my very heart, pale creamy skin that I could almost taste, no, skin that I wanted to taste under my tongue. I could feel my heart pounding heavily in my chest as my cheeks flushed a reddish hue. The boy, who know stood in front of the whole class, was wearing a red T-shirt with a black skull design and a large coat that had brownish-tan fur around the bottom and over the hood, along with an Ankh necklace and a studded black belt with dark gray denim jeans, and leather black laced boots.
I was no match for his dark beauty; my hair was an usual sunny yellow shade, slightly untamed in the back, and dark green eyes that made them almost look black all around. My skin was a little darker than my new, handsome classmate. I was best known for being, excuse the meanness of this word, a fag of the class. I w...
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