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


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

    out of my crack, and start to walk towards the couch. (What, surprised I have underclothes on? I’m an actress - not a whore!) I glide my hand over the back of the leather recliner as I d**** my dress there. I continue to walk towards Blaine on the couch, finding myself clinching my fist just as hard as he was earlier. Looking over in his general direction I sit down on the couch and put one foot up on the coffee table. I run my hand down over my calf and down to my foot. After the long day of shooting in six-inch stilettos, it feels nice to have my feet on a solid surface. I pull my foot off the coffee table and let it hit the ground as I pull my other foot up onto the table. I can feel Blaine’s eyes clocking my legs again. Apparently he has a weakness for legs, which is something I’m not lacking. I stop rubbing my leg and take it down off the coffee table. With my head tilted towards my chest, I look over at Blaine only partially turning my head and moving my eyes in his direction. I can feel my tired bones begin to settle into his couch. Our eyes lock, causing me to become entranced in his eyes. He stares back at me, which causes the already tense air between us to become thicker and thicker. Wanting to get a better view into those eyes, I slowly bring my chin up and stare deep into them. I can see the embers of questions burning deep inside those eyes, just waiting to be answered. He turns to face me and places his right foot on the couch, under his butt. I start to ...
    notice his eyes have broken away from mine and have started jetting all over my face, as if noticing my every flaw. My hair, being the mess that it is, is beginning to fall in my face, so I brush it behind my ear and wipe my weary eyes. (I give my eyes one more good wipe as not to wake myself up, Blaine has done a good job of that already, but to make sure I have no intruders of the eye boogie kind.) After a few seconds I slowly start to move my hands from my face to my thigh. I feel my hair start to fall back onto my face; however, this time before I have a chance to Blaine gently takes his hand and brushes my hair back behind my ear. His hand lingers on my cheek for a second, and then he takes his hand off my face and places it in his lap. I can feel the questions burning deep in his heart as he begins to speak. “Mac, do you ever think about us?” I can tell by the way his voice quivers he’s as scared to hear the answer to that question as I am of answering it. I squint my eyes and break away from looking into his, only to be drawn back in; like a moth to a flame. I swallow hard as I begin to speak. ‘Do you mean romantically?’ I move one of my hands from my thigh onto his. Somehow I’ve missed the removing of his pants, and my hand lands on his bare knee. I look down to see my hand on his hairy knee, his flesh right underneath the tips of my fingers. I shake my head as my mind starts to cloud a bit. Blaine draws in a deep breath and begins to answer one of many questions lingering ...
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