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Is this the real life, or is this just fantasy?

Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Celebrities, First Time, Author: MackenzieRose, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

playfully throw it over in his direction. ‘Are you sure I’m lucky?’ His belt has been undone and thrown on the floor by now, which is no surprise to me. After all, he did say he wasn‘t used to having females in the house. He catches my hose, comes and sits next to me as I start to take off my other hose. He starts to fiddle with the hose, slowly moving it in between his fingers, letting it d**** over his pinky. I can feel his eyes clocking my now naked leg. A tension so thick you could cut it with a knife fills the room as I pull the other knee high off and set it on the floor. I pause for a second and look over at Blaine. Those brown eyes are causing my heart to beat so fast I can almost feel myself start to pant. An eerie silence takes over both of us. I feel like he wants to ask me something, wants to do something, but he has no idea how to do or say it. I see him start to clench the fist with the hose in it, as if resisting temptation. He makes a face of pure frustration as he flies up from the couch, throws my hose on the floor, and heads into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. Perhaps we both need some cooling down as the temperature starts to rise in the room. I get up off the couch and shadow him into the kitchen. I can tell by the way he’s acting something is up. He’s never acted like this before. He’s usually so comfortable with me, as I am with him, but tonight all I can feel is tension flowing through the air. As he starts to pour himself a glass of ... water, I come up behind him and gently touch his shoulder, then slowly drag my hand down to his bicep. Rock solid. I give it a gentle, comforting squeeze, perhaps, teasing him a bit. I can feel my breathing already getting heavier as his hands begin to shake. He quickly slams the pitcher of water on the counter, trying to ignore the touch of my hand. After I refuse to remove my hand from his bicep, he flips around and looks me in the eyes. The sudden movement startles me so I loosen my grip, but my hand remains on his bicep. I can feel it start to tense up a bit. He takes the backs of his fingers and runs them over my left cheek. I can feel it coming. I can feel the tension growing. I can feel my heart racing as I stare deep into those eyes. I let out a huge sigh as I open my mouth to speak. ‘What’s wrong, Blaine?’ I can hear my voice quiver and crack as those words escape my mouth. He gently pushes me out of the way as he heads to the couch and sits down. He starts to rub one of his hands over his face as I stand in the kitchen and watch him. He looks over at me as I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor, causing Blaine to quickly look away. He takes his hand and starts to rub his eyes, and looks back over at me. As if the rubbing would cause the reality to fade away. The truth is I want him to see more, feel more, do more. I’m not quite sure how to tell him, so I keep my mouth shut. I pull my tank top up as I bend over and pick my dress up off the floor, pull my shorts ...