Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Spotty Anderson

Listening to his Jazz music, Spotty spies his young hearts crush walking down the canteen isle. Oh, his glasses slip on his nose and he can just feel his greasy hair trying to stand up on his flakey head. His love is stronger for this girl since yesterday, when she had displayed her prowess on a piano in a talent competition, in front of the entire school. She danced her fingers across the keys, thin yet commanding, and Spottys’ love turned to heated lust momentarily, as he imagined sucking on those very fingers. In his mind, she moans.

2 comments:

  1. Actually Jessie, if you can think of a second paragraph... or third and fourth for that matter, feel free to add anything you want to it...

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