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Post by alina on Jun 29, 2011 13:36:06 GMT -5
Alina Longbottom was what you called a home wrecker. Hell, she was the queen of all home wreckers. She could get any happy man in a relationship to leave their wife or girlfriend in an instant. It was one of her special tricks she had. Lately, she had only been using this trick on one man, Travis Morgan. This was more than one of her usual flings. They were both madly into each other. Every time they could they would sneak off to see each other. To make everything better, Travis had a girlfriend. Alina didn't know why but it gave her some kind of thrill to rip a boyfriend away from a girl, leaving that girl a broken mess. It may seem like an evil thing to do, but Alina loved to do it.
However, that fling ended in a hurry. After spending many months with Travis, he broke it off. He had said that he didn't see this relationship going anywhere and wanted to settle down. For the first time, Alina had cried over a guy. She had really fell for him and her heart had broke. She hadn't left the house for weeks but then decided to get back out in the world.
Alina was a very sexy woman. Only being 20 years old, Alina had all the right curves in all the right places, a piercing stair, and more wit than any man. She knew what she wanted in life and she wasn't afraid to go after it. However, despite her forceful nature, she did find trouble in choosing a career path. Alina bounced from one odd job to the next, many of the involving her in a french maid costume. She didn't mind it really, only wanting to have fun. There was no job to risky for her, only wanting a way to make money so she could pay the rent each month.
Alina didn't know what it was about her but she could make any man fall for her. She could keep them attracted to her and into her as long as she wanted. Most of the time, when she broke off her little flings, the guys begged and begged her to stay for a couple of more hours or so. It was insane, but Alina loved it. Maybe her real mother was some kind of enchantress and that was why Alina was the way she was. It was all that french blood running through her veins. When Alina first learned to speak, she had spoke french. However, being raised by pure english people, she had quickly lost all of her native tongue. Sure she could say a phrase or two, but that was about it. She had really wished that she would of continued to use both languages. Think of how many men she could get if she could speak both english and french?!
Having had a hard day, Alina found herself at the Three Broomsticks. This pub was like her second home. She found herself here more than what she was at her own house. Now that she was done wallowing in her own self pity, Alina was back in the world, looking for yet another one of her famous hook-ups. She didn't want to find another long relationship like she did with Travis, though she would not even consider that a relationship. She wanted one night with no regrets. So there she sat on one of the bar stools, sipping a drink, her hair and clothes perfect and her game face on. Who would the lucky guy be?
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WORDS: 601
LYRICS: TiK ToK - Ke$ha
COMMENTS: =]
CREDIT: All credit goes to me, Kelsey, for this lovely thing.
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Post by ru on Jul 3, 2011 6:31:03 GMT -5
Chantelle was finally out of his way. The two so called ‘love-birds’ called it an end a couple of weeks ago due to numerous problems that had risen in their complicated relationship. The two had dated for about a year and a half, which was awfully unusual because he had never stayed in a relationship for such a long time. His relationships usually lasted a couple of months, sometimes even weeks. Hence, Demetri Greyback decided to return to his old self. The resident asshole he used to be. He only fucked girls for pleasure, and for nothing more. He didn’t see the point in fucking girls due to love. It made absolutely no sense to him. Girls were nothing more than sexual, pleasurable dolls in his opinion.
He was on the hunt - the hunt for a sexual partner for the night. Usually, Demetri would be on the hunt with his two best friends, Blaze Dolohov and Scorpius Malfoy, but Merlin knew where those two were. Well, he knew that Blaze got engaged to Gemma Ackerley. The damn wanker stole the one chick Dem always wanted to lay but never got to it. Blaze had changed due to Gemma – in Dem’s opinion. He had become a complete gimp and Dem refused hang out with a chicken like him until he got his thoughts straight. Scorpius Malfoy? Well, they saw each other every once in a while. Everything changed after the trio graduated. They started their new lives.
Anyways, back to the quest. This girl had to be fine. She had to have curves, a beautiful face, lovely long hair, the tight ass and exceedingly nice, full breasts. He smirked at his thoughts – the almost perfect girl. He moved into ‘The Three Broomsticks’. He was a regular there, and hence the barmen and the customers knew him quite well. As he walked past a couple of the people, they nodded with respect. Demetri demanded fear and respect. This request of his began when he was at school. Dem silently moved toward the bar and sat on a stool. He nodded toward Tom, and Tom already knew his order. The same old thing – fire whiskey. The drink never got old in Demetri’s opinion. It was a legendary drink. He took a sip from his drink and shifted around in his stool to take a better look at the people in which inhabited the bar. His fathomless gray eyes roamed around. The daring wolf was on the hunt now. Nothing really interesting, he thought.
He shifted back toward his original spot and that was when his eyes landed on a female sitting right across from him. She completely defined the almost perfect woman. Her long brown hair, glistening blue eyes and sexy body. He lightly licked his lips. Fuck, she looked astounding. He put his bottle down and stared directly through her eyes. Demetri Greyback was on the move now. He got up from his seat and began slyly moved toward where she sat. Luckily, there had been an empty seat right next to her and so he took it. He glanced at her, attempting to hide a smirk. ”So what brings an attractive lady like you to a bar like this?” he spoke in his famously smooth, British voice. He wanted to be the true gentleman at this point – to impress. ”Oh how unpleasantly rude of me to not introduce myself. Demetri, Demetri Greyback.” he softly picked up her tender hand and placed a soft kiss on it. He glanced up at her with his gray eyes as the legendary smirk enriched his pale face.
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Words!?: 615
Tags?!: Alina. <3
Outfit?!: Nada.
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Post by alina on Jul 3, 2011 11:02:02 GMT -5
Lately, Alina had been wandering around the world like a lifeless zombie. She spent her days bouncing around from one meaningless job to the next. She had nothing in life to drive her to do her best. She simply coasted, relying on her good looks and ambitious personality to get her through the day. She had no goals and no plans for the future. Her philosophy was to live in the moment and not worry about the future. All she wanted to do was have fun in the moment and not worry about the consequences of her actions. She didn’t care what she did nor did she care who she hurt. The only feelings that mattered to Alina were her own which contributed to the fact that she was basically alone in the world.
All her life she had pushed people away. She learned from a very young age that life was hard and people leave you. When she was around two or three her parents died, leaving herself and her younger sister an orphan. Though she was young Alina knew something was wrong and ever since then she had pushed people out of her life. She did not even bother getting close to her adoptive parents since she saw no point. They were not her real parents and her mind they would just leave her in some way when she was older anyways. She stopped caring about everyone else and only focused on herself and what she wanted. She never had very much friends growing up. The only person she was close to was her sister and even that relationship she screwed up when she slept with her sister’s boyfriend. She didn’t mean to do that but she was drunk and boys were her one weakness, especially taken men.
Alina had to fill the void of having no real support in her life and she did, with men. They were her one weakness and she adored to be with them. She would jump from one man to another, not caring about emotional attachments. All she was looking for was a good time and to feel close to someone for at least a moment in her life. All the men that came into her life were somehow attatched to her and she could manipulate them any way that she wanted to. She was a whore and there was no denying that. She would sleep with any man, any time and any day. It didn’t matter to her if the man was in a relationship or even married, she would still have sex with him. She had even managed to get some of the men to pay for her apartment rent and some of her bills. Her looks got her far in life but she also lived a very lonely life. She was always just the girl that men would want to hook up with, not be with.
As she sat there at the bar, Alina's clever little mind began to think of how she was going to lure yet another man into her little web of sexual pleasure. It usually wasn't too hard to land a man, since no one could resist having sex with a hot girl such as herself. However, on this night she didn't even have to do any work. Before she knew it, she felt the presence and heard the voice of a man next to her. Placing a sexy smirk on her face, she moved her eyes to look at the handsome man and instantly knew she wouldn't be leaving this bar alone tonight.
"I came here looking for an attractive man such as yourself so that I can take him home with me tonight," Alina said, her voice alluring and her face ever so beautiful. She wasn't shy to tell the men what she wanted from them. No man could ever refuse sex. They may put up a fight at first but sooner or later they gave in. Alina was persistent and knew that all men were weak when it came to this. "Pleasure to meet you. I would tell you my name but I don't think you are worthy enough yet," Alina playfully grinned. This was a game that she often played with her victims. By not telling them her name, it made them more intrigued with her and have the drive to try and find out. Plus it got them in the sack faster.
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WORDS: 747
LYRICS: TiK ToK - Ke$ha
COMMENTS: yeeeee
CREDIT: All credit goes to me, Kelsey, for this lovely thing.
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