Chicken and Apples.
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Thread Topic: Chicken and Apples.
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I looked across the table, seeing the piece of fried meat. It was still sizzling, still in the cooking process. My friend took a piece and ripped it apart with his teeth, having a satisfaction on his face. I was so tempted, I reached my excited hand over to plate full of chicken and grabbed my favorite piece, the drumbstick. The wing was still hot and oily, but I could smell the scent of flavors and spices I couldn't help myself. I put it towards my mouth, ready to feed my excited tastebuds. I took a taste, and the explosion of flavor bursted out and gave me what I wanted. The crispyness of the outside was so crunchy and full of flavor, the chicken inside was well-cooked and tender and so juicy. We devoured all of the wings, leaving a small piece that was on my lips. My friend reached across the table and kissed me, and I held on to his grip. His lips and his delicious tongue tasted liked chicken, and I was turned on. He demanded that we should drive home and have alittle more meat. He winked at me and grabbed my hand, running to the car. I could tell he was nervous as he pulled the key into the starter ignition and started driving.
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He turned into my driveway and parked the car. He slid the car keys inside his pocket and ran inside with me, running upstairs to my bedroom. He basically teared me apart, ripping my buttons off my collared shirt and kissing me all over. The scent of his suit smelled like apples.. and also the mix of chicken. It wasn't bad at all. We were so aroused, so into it. We would finally do it. He unhooked my black bra that I got from Victoria Secret 2 days ago at the mall. He threw it and it flew on my side chair. My pale medium breasts had shown and his eyes were like he had found his gold.
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He had played with it, and eventually started sucking it. It felt tingly and weird but I let him do it. He felt satisfied and started taking off his pants, ready to show his big guns, the main course. He pulled his pants down and showed it. It was awfully big. The rest of the night we made love and it felt fantastic. Every week he would ask me to go get fry chicken with him to do it again, until it got very suspicious. All he wanted to do was go into the bedroom with me, and I didn't wanna do it. He would call me, email me, and even ask my friend for my social network accounts and stalk me. It got out of hand, I wanted to put a restraining order on him but he was a dear friend, so I shall give him one more chance. Not until the night on March 25. He stopped contacting me, and I haven't seen him anywhere, not at his work, not at home. I got worried.
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Not until I finally got home after a long day of work. I got out of my car and realized the lights upstairs were open, and It felt like someone was there. But I just said to myself that I probably left it open while I was getting ready. I unlocked the front door, cool air hit me and I suddenly had a bad gut feeling. My mind was telling me to leave, but it was probably a misconception. I set my purse down on the counter and kicked off my shoes, slumping upstairs. I went into my room and I saw him. It was my friend. The room was decorated with knives and weapons and everything else. He had the look of the devil. I quickly ran downstairs and got my purse and keys. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I turned around and ran for the backdoor, locked too. I was doomed. I had to find a way to get out of here. I could here is footsteps, and snickering. I could here two knives slamming together, like he was sharpening it. I quickly hid in under my couch and waited for him to walk by, he went into the kitchen and grabbed more sharp utencils and knives. He grabbed some rope and many other potentially dangerous items, I mistakenly made a large gasp. He turned around and squinted his eyes, then went back to his weapon finding. I needed to find a way to get out of here. I suddenly thought, my upstairs bathroom window. It wasn't a deep feet jump so I could easily land safely on a group of bushes and shrubs. But, how could I make it upstairs? He wasn't looking so I quickly got out under the couch. I tiptoed passed him and he turned around looking at me, he quickly got in front of me and tried to stab me but I punched him the hardest I could in the leg and he fell down. I ran downstairs and got into my bathroom, locking it. I could hear footsteps and eventually he tried opening the door. I heard him grunt and walk away. I had time. The window wouln't budge so I had to take the shower thing and bust the windows open and jump out. I bashed the windows open and jumped out, landing on a soft bush. I heard him go inside the bathroom as he just kicked the door down and he had a chainsaw. He saw me downstairs and quickly ran to get me. I quickly got into my car and tried to turn on the car but I dropped the keys and I moaned in a displeased matter and tried to find it in the dark. I turned on the car light and shined some light in the car, illuminating on the keys. I quickly picked it up and I saw my friend there, he had a gasoline and a match. I quickly turned on the car and backed up, hitting a mail box. I drove a couple blocks and saw him running. I kept driving and deiving until I finally got far enough to a police station. That was an intense moment.
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He's going to kill you and f--- the body
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I ran inside and told the police, they instanely took action. They told me to go stay at a friend's or a hotel and don't come back until investigations are done.
The next morning, I went back to my house. The investigators and the police men were investigating around my house. The police women Sandra James, told me that I was datimg with a pyschopathic rapist they they have been trying to find for years. His fake name was Jacob McKinley but it was really Jake Chanley. I was totally shocked, and I learned one lesson to be careful of your surroundings and who you are friends with. 2 years later past, and I am writing this in my journal. I found a man and he treated me with respect and dignity and didn't use me as an object. I have 2 kids, they are identical twin girls name Mia and Sophie. They look alot like their dad. I now live in Los Angeles because of his job and I live happily. I still remember the scent, chicken and apples. And now I think about it, it was a horrible scent mixed together. I am Lucy Hander
and this was my story. for you today. -
>turned on by fried chicken
>breasts not black
0/10 unrealistic. -
I like it o3o
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Mehh..
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Geek- XD Ohmygod.
Paris- Yay.
Cleo- :P Whatever.
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