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| Oz by Mazzy Black tips, short nails, sturdy strong hands. Hands attached to long arms and surrounded by short, reddish- brown hairs, but his hairs were barely noticeable--at this moment anyway. Highlighting the toned and muscled arms were interwining lines of purplish blue that gave depth to the limbs' appearance. One black-nailed hand fastened a row of orange beads to the wrist of the other. The young man slowly, yet determindely walked toward a humble brown-oak mirror and ran the beaded hand through his short, copper-colored hair, lifting up random strands 'til they were clumped up and spikey-looking. Half a minute and it was done. On someone else, the style might come off as messy, but on this man, it was the definition of cool. He strode over the bed to pick up his last piece of wardrobe, a cotton-red vintage bowling shirt, slighlty frayed at the bottom corner, but he didn't particularly care if anyone noticed it. In fact, he barely took not of it himself. He swung his arms through the shirt and over the black concert T-shirt he was sporting underneath. He next moved to the semi-cluttered corner of his room and grabbed a black leather carrying case which he laid on his simply-made bed. A couple of snaps at the side of the case, and it was open. As he placed his precious cargo, a slick black Stratocaster, into the case, he heard a knock at the door. He carefully placed in the instrument and strode purposefully to the door. Standing before him, short, red hair and sweet smile, was his true love. She looked eagerly at him and he gazed back at her with his own clear, blue orbs. A smile grew wide above his sturdy chin. He reached forward. His strong arms pulled her into the room and into a tight embrace. His tender, strong lips met her soft ones. They tasted of strawbery chapstick and freesia lotion, and he savored every morsel of them. The lips of the lovers parted, and he kissed her so passionately, it made her forget what she was going to say to him. She felt swept away, but that was fine. She didn't minde being swept away by him. Her slender hands ran across his firm, arched back and soon she was pulling of his red bowling shirt and black T to reveal his well-muscled and smooth chest. Her fingers and hands continued to explore every inch of his bare skin, but she took a moment to close the door and push his willing body down on the soft mattress next to the black case. She moved on top of him and felt his body give in to the pleasure being close to her gave him. |
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