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Post by SCOTT TRENT MCCOY on Aug 23, 2009 15:24:33 GMT -5
![](http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll138/livejournalet/JENSEN%20ACKLES/other/2cxhgug.png) ![](http://i27.tinypic.com/wclq43.png) Scott wasn’t the kind of guy to go round and tell everyone about himself, that was why he got the label as being a loner in a lot of situations. He liked being by himself a lot of the time, didn’t mean that he craved it and wanted it, he still liked to talk to people and interact. He wouldn’t say that Abby knew a lot about him but she knew a lot more than anyone else as she was the person he spent time with, and took the time to talk to, be with and let himself go with. She was the person that just seemed to understand him in the simplest moments. They would walk down the street and seem something they both thought was amusing and laugh for hours about it, making jokes and just messing around. She brought the good side out of him, the side he wanted to be, the man he wanted to be. High School was alright for Scott, he didn’t say he enjoyed it because he didn’t but he was never bullied and he just went around doing his own thing so it was all good to him, also the sex with older girls was always good, no wonder he worked in a stripping club, he loved woman, he loved sex and this was just the place where he got paid to do the things he loved.
As he was on top of her, he was the main played in the game. He loved kissing her, anywhere on her, her lips, under her chin even down to the tops of her feet, she just made him go crazy every time he was able to spend ‘sexy time’ with her. He didn’t want the moment to stop, the sex was good of course but being able to touch her, kiss her, feel her was the best part to him, just letting her know how much he appreciated her body and her in general. When he was removing her clothes he found it hard to un do and remove the chaps but once they fell angelically to the floor he was fine, he was a master at bra’s so that was soon thrown on the floor too, his hand moving to the middle of her back and supported her, pressing her bare chest against his own. She tugged down his boxers which now left him completely naked pressed against her, removing her panties half way was a big tease for him. Kissing down her naked chest and stomach he got his hands linger over her panties before shuffling them off and then climbing on top of her once more, taking her slender body in his hands as he readjusted himself for entry. Sliding himself into her slowly he looked down to make sure he was doing it right before he looked into her eyes, letting his lips connect with hers as his length was fully inserted into her, then he began thrusting softly at the beginning so she was able to get used to his width. Already feeling the dramatic increase in heat he bit his lower lip to keep himself from groaning, but still he growled under he breathe as he began to pick up the pace.
tagged: abby nicole bradford status: finished notes: X-RATED SHIZZLE! outfit: click
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Post by ABBY NICOLE BRADFORD on Aug 23, 2009 21:03:17 GMT -5
![](http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i315/allieoppers/smexy.jpg) ![](http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i315/allieoppers/afeeling.png) Everything else that seemed to matter in the world disappeared in moments like this. The moments when is was just her and Scott. He was the only guy who knew they real her. The smart and sweet Abby that hides behind all the stripping costumes. Maybe he didn't know everything about her past. He didn't know about her family and he didn't know about her past relationships but he most certainly knew what she loved the most. Her hobbies and dislikes. Abby was almost certain that he knew how much she cared about him despite her stubbornness to admit it. He was just the same though. She only knew bits and pieces about the infamous Scott Mccoy. She didn't to know everything about him to know that she desired everything about him. Good and bad. There was going to be skeletons in anyones closet, she knew that which was why she choose not to dig deep into his past. They were comfortable with each other as it was. Abby didn't want to go ruining it.
Now laying underneath is built body a sting of ecstasy filled her entire body. Every touch and kiss made her body weak with pleasure. There was something about the way he took in everything about sex. Most would go straight to home run but Scott made sure he passed every base. There was desire in everything he did which made her appreciate every part. Abby knew that to him sex wasn't just a toy and that he enjoyed everything about her. She didn't feel like just a fling with Scott as she did with other guys. He was different in every little way. He seemed to be a pro at taking of clothes, which she didn't mind because it made things simpler. There wouldn't have to be that awkward pause where she would have to help unclasp her bra or push down her panties. There was never a broken moment. Her lips glided across the skin of his neck and down to his collar bone as she pulled down his boxers. Abby had seen him naked many times but still enjoyed to stare at his bare body. She laid back down, chewing on her bottom lip as he kissed down her body. She watched him as he removed her panties, her chest moving up and down between them. She brought her hands to his face as he repositioned. Their eyes locked on each others as he entered her slowly.
Abby let out a soft moan as their lips connect again. She moved her hands along his chest and up his sides until they rested on his back. Her nails dug into his skin as he began to move faster. Her body became flushed as she pulled him closer, her chest touching his. Her lips were pressed hard against his, trying to contain herself from being too loud. Tagged:: Scott Status:: Finished Notes:: x-rated Word Count:: 535
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