She is nearly naked, save for an elegant scrap of dark underwear encasing her hips. Her body is smooth, all taut curves and downy skin. He admires her torso, the valleys of her ribs, and the gentle curve of her muscled belly sloping to the wettest and warmest place he has ever had the pleasure of knowing.
“Mulder, please,” she requests. He’s been working her up for the past fifteen minutes, and she’s practically thrumming. He can see a small damp patch on the crotch of her underwear.
He gives her a teasing little smile as his slips his fingers into her panties, letting his knuckles brush against the neatly trimmed nest of curls guarding her vulva. She moans and her hips rise slightly to meet him. She smells of laundry detergent and the earthy aroma of female arousal. He’s drunk with it, wants to inhale that particular scent for the rest of his life.
He can see her curls peeking out from between his fingers, the milky plane of her stomach clenching slightly as she tries to press further against him. He slides the back of his index finger up her slit, bringing forth a whimper and slick moisture. Her hips rise further, she’s practically fucking the air.
“Please,” she sighs, “God…please, please, please, please…”
The dry sob of relief she releases when he finally pulls her free goes straight to his dick as he leans down to lick her. She never asks for anything, he can’t refuse her now.
This guy landed at the La Guardia airport on May 23rd and posted this tweet after an hour. Perhaps D flew away to somewhere and he is not in NY at all…
I don’t know man… that doesn’t make sense. Her dad is supposed to live in LA so I don’t know why she would be reading a grocery list from him in NY in David’s apartment. I guess sometimes things just don’t make sense…
I wish so hard this note would be written by David, but… no, I don’t think so! This girl has an actual dad so we should probably give up on this theory.
Well, I look at it this way. I don’t think David is a saint, I know he’s made mistakes, he’s human.
I’m pissed because, he’s smart enough and old enough to make better decisions regarding his image.
He has, for some reason, chosen to trust Brad (or someone) with his sm, meet & greets and other fan interaction and in my opinion they are doing an unprofessional shit job.
Listen to David in any interview over the past month and tell me WHY I shouldn’t be pissed when Brick posts inspriational quotes with atrocious grammar and spelling.
Just Holding Hands 