*/ break me down with that body.

[clayton matthew nelson.]

leaning back on his chair he couldn't help but to grin at the computer screen. he loved his conversation he just had with one of the girls he slept with. he couldn't help it, with her he felt young and a live. clayton wasn't old but wasn't young either, he was middle age and should have a family. hell he did but his only family lived miles away thanks to her mother who decided that clayton was a workaholic and didn't have time at all for a family. and well he was okay with that knowing he wasn't regretting the attention he was getting now. he was always the brother that started fights because of girlfriends, and well he never was truly faithful in the sense of a relationship. sure he was a nice guy but deep down he loved female attention more than anything in the world. okay, maybe not more than anything in the world but it ranked in the top three of things he enjoyed to do in the world. he knew many assumed him to just be a old guy trying to have fun but he did take his job seriously at times. though lately it didn't seem that way at all because of everything going on. he just recently came to new york for a job and hadn't caught a lead on the case. he was a lone wolf when it came to working in the field because of his partner dying that he used to be in love with. his love life wasn't something easily understood by many, and he could barely understand it himself.

he was a father thanks to sleeping with some girl without protection. though it all happened after he lost his partner who also happened to be the girl he was in love with. spending time with someone that long could really have bearing on them, and he wasn't gonna lie he would let her win. she wasn't that manly, but could take care of herself which was just a major turn on for clay. but now he was in new york for this case, and he was giving up knowing maybe later he'd find a lead that could explain everything. but until then he was just gonna have fun with some of the women in new york that he met so far. throwing on a shirt he knew that anna was a hot young thing, though this was the second time they would be together sexually though. he loved her to death, and loved that she was just out their about everything specially about sex. AND SHE WAS HOT. clay didn't mind the conversations they had knowing that once he started sucking on her neck it was all gone, and the next thing they were laying with each other all hot and sweaty. he remembered how the day started, and at first he thought it was just going to be the same day again but when she replayed he knew it was gonna be on for the night.

he was used to playing rough with anna which made her his favorite sex buddy in the world. he knew that made her sound like a whore, but that was what she was to him. nothing serious or more just a fuck buddy that he could go to get his rocks off. of course he knew she had other guys but he didn't give a shit knowing his heart no longer was their in his chest. he didn't want to say he didn't have a heart, but to him he felt like it just died with his partner. changing his clothes he decided that maybe she was right a shower sounded nice specially if they'd just get dirty. driving over in his piece of shit car he stopped in front of the door before knocking on the door waiting.

-- saz

[annabelle loraine honeycutt]

Anyone who knew Annabelle knew that she was the type of girl who just couldn’t seem to keep her legs closed. Of course, she had her limits. Never would she fuck another male model, never should she go with anyone over twenty eight, and she had to make sure they didn’t carry any diseases before climbing in to their bed. She always confronted the males about whether they had diseases or not, but if they were close people she had known for a while she wouldn’t dream of asking them and would just fuck them. She came close to her age limit a lot of times, going with people about twenty seven and that was it. She had several men that were twenty four, many of twenty two, and only two of twenty six. Gavin and Clay were those two. Personally, she enjoyed Clay a lot more then Gavin. Her and him always found something interesting to do, and never just did the normal sex to get it down and over with and feel pleasure. They always played games or teased, whether it was nibbling on necks or Annabelle stripping for him. They always found some way to make the night more interesting. In some cases sex wasn’t even involved at all, just teasing and touching each other, the two of them hanging out with Belle receiving a few slaps on the ass from Clay when he wanted to get to the girl. They had really only done it twice, since Belle found it so hilarious to mess with his head and tease him rather then giving him sex that she normally gave everyone else.

Today had been a rather long day, considering she had done at least three photo shoots, twenty photos per piece. Sex was always her way to release the tension that had built up in the muscles in her body. Many had told her she should become a stripper and just drop the job of modeling. Why become a stripper and strip for ugly ass men for money when she got paid millions of dollars every photo shoot and got to strip and got the sex for free? She had always wanted to be a model, though becoming a whore was never part of the program. High school had changed the young girl in so many ways, and not just for the better. She had thought she had “fallen in love”, and decided that this one certain man was going to be the one for her. And in one moment of ecstasy and the feeling of love lingering in the air, she let herself get pregnant by the home town man whore. She told him immediately of the surprise pregnancy, and before she knew it a fist was struck against her slightly showing belly. She backed up, groaning and clutching her stomach. One strike after another hit her face and stomach as she attempted to push him away. Even though the girl did not want to be pregnant at such a young age, which was a mere seventeen, she still would at least give the baby up rather then letting the father of the fetus bruise and batter her until the chance of a baby was no longer an option. Belle acted as if her life was so amazing, but it wasn’t. And the only reason she had gotten pregnant and started self harming in the first place was because of high school itself. People had always said that high school would be some of the best years of your life – but Belle would have to disagree. She’d say the part after high school is the best, since you’re free from parents.

She closed her lap top and set it on the table beside her bed. She was only wearing a bra and underwear, and that was it. She figured it would be better if she only wore a towel, since they were going to end up in the shower together anyways. She stood up, walking in to the bathroom that connected her bedroom to the guest bedroom on the other side. She always used the guest rooms in her house, never wanting her own bed to have the scent of another man on it. If she had sex on her bed she would have to wash the sheets every single day, and that was simply something she did not want to do. She had stripped herself down and wrapped the towel around her body by the time she heard the echo of the door bell ringing through out her house. She grinned mischievously, knowing exactly who it was. She made her way to the door, opening it up and immediately wrapping her arms around his neck. Her body was wrapped against his and her face lingered merely inches from his, teasing his some what; acting like she was going to kiss him but instead just speaking to him. Looks like the sexy man finally arrived. she said, smiling lightly. She pulled away, grabbing his hand and gently pulling him inside. Get comfy… Ill have the water ready in a minute, since it looks like someone needs a shower. she said sweetly, winking at him before releasing his hand and walking toward the bathroom. This was going to be the best part of the night, other then sex of course – showering together.

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