Controlling

Controlling Controlling

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

I wish this was real... Someone Im currently crushing on. Of course no real names but all real fantasies. ? itll never be finished

Summary

I wish this was real...
Someone Im currently crushing on.
Of course no real names but all real fantasies.
?
itll never be finished

Content

Submitted: August 17, 2015

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Content

Submitted: August 17, 2015

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He set up his record player, putting on the Black Keys, the classic rock filling his room. Looking around his room, I saw posters of cars and bands, tickets collected and a Mac Book Pro on a desk at the end of his full sized bed. 

"Did you want that whiskey now?" I looked up from the collecting box of vinyls and nodded.

"Please," he left to the kitchen as I placed my purse at the foot of his bed. His blankets thick as clouds, looking like they'd swallow me whole. I wish the'd swallow us whole. I let my cardigan slip off my left shoulder, revieling my tattoos, because I can. I put my hair in a messy bun ponytail, something to keep it out of my face. As he walks back into the room, I find an old record I haven't seen for a while, "this!"

He hands me the whiskey on ice as I had him hte record and he smiles, "great choice."

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For a couple months, I was in a relationship with Phil, who I thought I really liked. He was sweet, but became controlling once he saw I wanted to have more friends. Not realizing it, but I had been talking to someone I worked with, not directly but saw only rarely. Mike was a bit older, while I had just turned 21, he was 27. Something about him being older made him attractive. He has a Porshe, if that matters, but he likes cars, and drinking, and his home state is one away from my own. The vibes seem mellow, He's into music which my bf at the time wasn't.I talked to him quite a bit but didnt realize how much potential he had till he said he found me attractive but I thought he wasnt serious.

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I sipped on the whiskey, holding the glass in my palms. The whiskey would be useless, as I was already intoxicated. He put on the record, then sat at his desk closing his laptop the turning the chair towards me. I bat my eyes, holding the cup to my lips, attempting to hide my blush. 

"Wanna dance?" he stands pushes in the chair and clearing the floor from a couple small boxes. I nod, placing my drink on the night stand. He holds my hip and hand as we dance to the record I chose. It was almost too perfect, he told me of his family and I talked about mine. The conversation went to music and movies, of course netflix. The subject of a show came up which I'd never seen before.

He stopped dancing and turned off the music, turnng on his TV hanging on the wall by the bookshelf, "if you dont like the first episode, its fine." We went through 4 episodes, which I thought was very interesting. We sat on his bed drinking for about 2 hours, until I yawned. "Did you want to go home?"

I instantly got sad, I didnt wanna leave. I wanted to stay but it felt like an invitation to go home. "No, but I can get a taxi if you want."

He shook his head and giggled, "its fine, Ill just have to get you some of my sweat pants." I nodded and continued watching my newest favorite show.

 

 

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