Sexy Colors

She storms out, with those immaculate hands, on broken ankles, reportedly an ashamed madding gal, Luna the dear craves, all night long.

She hops in bed, thinking of the bad tormenting 69 days, his bias hair, attitude, reckless now castigated, behind the bars

"I didn't want to end like this!"

Sighs, hungry madness of missing apparatus of unexpected love.

She runs be-lating, whispering, whimpering childish.

"I loved him!!!"

Strong feelings, makes her go crazier, lower and lighter, bellyache increases, where the pain& destructive sting...***

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This book has lots of passion, as well as tiring exhausting cringy jiffs. I wanted it spicy, in each chapter's kind off, but spicier on selected ones.

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**Saturday morning**

I hesitantly get up to remote in the morning star's face, God shakes my head up and my eyes tell me the day was going to be a big nothingness. I see red rays coloring my lazy blues and covering my shitty skin in different warmth.

The warmth of:

"Fuck it, get up, Luna "

Honestly did what my ass couldn't do...

As I try to drag the cupboard's drawer, unhappily it gets broken like the other half expected-so life. I scream out loud by swearing:

"Not again! Ahhh...Go to hell !"

Nervously hit the parmaque with bare fingers and * eye-opened see entire hesitation turning into a bloody, meaningless day. I clutch my knee as hard to hamper hurting from possessing my good omen. I put clothes on and screeching, bad fabric untie...I see under me and wow like a MESS.

"This, huh...God !"

Moaning, sacrificing time I turn my hazel hair as fast as can upwards. Tie them and meanwhile keep wearing the naughty other, grey jeans.

With one breathe, brown-colored bags and books hump into my back quirkily-staring my laziness, walking down the dark mazes of conviction: "Sorority NEW YORK COLLEGE OF LANGUAGES "

EYES IRREGULARLY RUN THROUGH DESPERATE HALLWAYS AND IRRITATED crash my haste into some sort of Antic Walls.

Finally, find the way out of boredom and castle of "Noone's".

New York is in chaos as the little grey mixed in the blue sky seems so missed up and rushed.

Thousands of people, cars driving feet, tires lunatic...

*Writhing in fear and collapse of losing work, I put my ass into a long-running marathon, hair caught by the breeze and a very weak-quality ribbon made of pink. While clashing head to head with people of the same hurry, I hide my "wig" under, glaring at the brazen, tormented, grey sidewalk.

Hurrying and gasping impossibly, stepping into high grounds and sighing deranged. Lost of orientation, Little Nokia of Melancholia calls me out, hardly digging for it by the bottom of brown, leather, a bit-nicked case, I open angrily:

(My forehead heats up like an unignitable fire, hell* I start to look like a drunkard, turned of sucking up poison and a very nonsensical Carbon Dioxide filling the lungs of mine)

WHAT!!!

Daniel is in the call, he is my dearest friend and awhile, the freaking nerd, bachelor of the coffee, trying so desperately to find that one, above the imbecile waste of coffee&juice-gigantic.

He queries worried, despised, satirically:

"Are you lost, or what ?...(laughter)"

Imagining his brown eyebrows furrowing mines in a very fucking, despicable way... "Wait out...you slept till late, cow!

" I had exams, you moth!!!" having the phone in my ear and back hunched, in looking of a place where to fucking turn these ties back again, jams are controlling me upset.

"Come on, not again late !"

Daniel doesn't know how to stop when he calls like crazy to infinity. Since he knows how to start, is better to:

"Shut upppp!"

Pressing End call, that is where I finally meet the black and white straps. I meet the last time shoes and begin marching through the cruel crowd.

Kissing fingers' tips and cellphone freezing from the November's unimaginary Fall, Marching alongside everyone (so clogged up), stoop to the corner of cars heading to me...I button upwards the jacket.

...

A modern black car made with very exquisite front lights doesn't halt from recklessness.

The black-blurry look of unseen glasses scares my shit* spine and dragging like wounded I run to the safe site.

Hair ribbon falls and unleashed hair flags simmeringly, heart provoked from both: rush and unexplainable flush.

My feet are directly now feeling the fine, chic, dandy contours of "not my property".

Every limb stopped from moving, terrified from the sounds of wildness, throw away bags and everything smashes like pure, innocent glass meeting the unfortunate, tough rock, who tries to tame steeps in splinters.

A black-suited man pulls out and my heart submits to outlander's sweet, uncommon words:

" ARE YOU OKAY MISS?"

HEART'S BROKEN...

I shook from fear, continuing breathing as nasty as never. Mister "handsome" controls now my nothing-mattered bitchy gasping, falling slowly into a ditch of blue and a bit peckish, warm innuendos.

"Are you all fine, miss ?" asks the Mister pleasant trying to help me out from ashamed. I reach out his curvy, immaculate hand, which gripping me up high, it suspends my talking from the nest of birds, flying inside the rush and incredible oestrum, possessing my cheeks at around 7am.

"Fuck !!!" I curse.

My heart is quivering in running away mode, can't run, but I am running so fast, cars are shivering and screeching so bad, nonchalantly give myself up, so high to breathe his quaint, fucked smell. all of sudden he ungrips and directs, spitting furrowed out :

"Careful next time !" I am silently glaring and strayed, missed out, unattentively breathe out towards his self, getting away in a strange, untalking jiff, me watching all the time his silhouette, turning blacker and mistier, as 8 am ticks out.

I can't breathe safely, my throat is clogged up to the point of no more freely stuffing air. Looking between the zebra's colorful lines, the wind ruffles my hair prudently. the street is filled up, and I hear still a part of man's voice as if I was haunted. As if I were inside his lustful posture, heightening on plain air, above my down-head. rapture overtakes my muscles as bags commence to stiffen my haul, eyes are winking unstopped and people distract me out.

Feet are wandering and time flying, without understanding, with no sense, I still think of sensual perfume attitude weighing, the drug has quirkily spread as a nothing-good disease...

"Watch out !" warnings and strange surprises await me as walking through the pedosphere. I sort of am feeling at the highest atmosphere, sniffing out the good smell, coming violently and domineering clearness and cute virginity arousals...

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I now enter stormily, the cafe seems unhectic, walking standily among the chattering crowds, useless bee-buzzings, I reach the counter.

"Where have you been? - Daniel stays right above my nasty head, I feel nauseating and the only care I can think of receiving is just a pile of bullshits and fucking complaints. He pampers the crystal, fine cups, and kisses the wrists, like always. worrying furrow and me, unanswered, I try to rebuild my right mind for the right moment.

" Everyone is just getting multiplied, I needed you! now you really need to get vacations, shame on you !!!

"Bu..t - interrupt and in despair of justifying, he leaves off angrily as seen on his glasses made of steam and his spine not holding straight.

"Don't ...!!! " he shouts and points his finger at me, super out of the funny him, I have had before my eyes, he goes burning and his apron hanging from one piece of pocket's cloth. He goes inside the "navvy" kitchen and in an incomplete breathe of mine, he wipes out a pink apron, with the two cloth-made straps, ungripped and tearing apart, just like my sulk at the moment.

His eyes ignite and my spirit extinguish.

I put it on closely and hold my back straight, readying for another day of misery.

Soldier stand up and say...go for it!

I leave chats and excuses and let my hands, fetching firmly orders around every that small space, in front of every people's eyes and prying curiosity.

Sweats involved and a large packet of thoughts surrenders me, in the middle of giving-up, shall I do it, when having no other choice, no chance to breathe out of debts, leaseholds, and masters, which carry me like a dog, in a sleigh of non-survival, in the way back to hell!

"You will die like this, face it !!!" I whisper, deeply safely and clearly to myself, digging, tiringly between dirty dishes and somewhat: the dirt of my life...

I cry and two trends of hair tumble upon my buried shoulders, my feet are torn, the sky is darkening and courage has been playing hard on me, since forever! Stuck on a net, I get insanely mad and sleep can't put me in a coma.

Squishing sciuma seeing bubbles blow my mind and drops of tears halt me from deflating that fucking thinking! To stop being a jumpy ass and to think positively for the perilous, unknown future of mine...

Only walls can hear me, inside loneliness, I found something...something pitched, but something blocked on the surface of the water, can't catch it...

I saw a hand, holding me, I thrust my Lovelace inside a some who person, a man that's fucking me!

He steams away and grips firmly my holy clogged buttons, terribly unfastens them, and nudes me. I can feel hanging things, beauty stuff, and an imaginable, sexy adventure...

Grips around my scar and hips erected, ahhs...

Incredible, but not real, no one would ever undergo me...

I shake and close my eyes, neck up high and carefully listen to the quirky, sex-downs and lows, belly clutched beside a very handsome, shape. We are birds and bees, seductive and kissing, feeling lewdness.

#~~~~~#

I try my best to walk past walls and late-night darkness, I feel skies turning even grayer.

Pouted, I spill some braze on the ground, my bags are feeling even havier, my eyelashes are wet 'cause of those tiny little water droplets, falling unsafely.

They stick together and my untidy look after 12 reminds me of how shittier the next day obviously must be. Obnoxiously I clutch hands around my dime-lighted body and I am cold ...

"Burr...burr !!! the only thing now left to do is lay me on the bed and open up crazy book sheets, cornered I have to study until 3 am.

Tomorrow is my last chance to get the exam, otherwise, I will have to dumb away, like pieces of necessity in the same trash.

I reach college's faded sight and carefully I want so again to break discreetly to inside. Cold !!!

I burr, but nobody listens to my shiverings, sent out to the snowy sky, I keep, unstopping to break the locker. Snow starts right after the hungry rain droplets fill the puddles of the government's recklessness. people are sleeping or going crazy somewhere around me, but not close to me.

I feel music turning higher, next to my room's window.

That is Ayla. One of my numbered friends here in a sorority, ever since we were unattached from the orphanage's care. now since then, are staying together in this dumb and living together happily, did I say happily ??? "Not at all, we have so many ways of telling apart sexism and maniac stubbornness across all goods, in us...

The locker is closed hard.

"Fuck..fuck !" I scream inside my cold body. the only way is to hit the savior bird, to come to rescue the unopening hunter, freezing outside in snow, knitting WHITE blankets.

Take a little rock and try to herald her, without smashing anything. one try...goes fucked..another missed...my hands are no longer flowing out blood, blush is frozen... the third rock is the right. It crashes over the huge window and a little head comes to pale light.

"Ayla, Ayla !" she looks around, and seemingly she hasn't found my silhouette, Santa girl, standing in front of the gate, hunched and hair, unleashed.

I howl and whistle. she goggles her eyes up and opens a window in hurry, dizzily she supports her sleeves on the pavement, keeping her body in her comfort zone, I feel released when she could finally open it.

David sexy POV

On the other side, a steady voice in allegro, listens to a sweet posture, holding up straight his handsome bottom.

(He stands down to his dark cornered desk and his tempting eyes glint in the bustle of snow, falling gracelessly before his majority, he is holding a pen upwards and a thin line of a tie in the tip of fingers, he safely laughs and mellows his heart, felt a cozy remembrance of girl that rushed through traffic as a complete asshole.)

"Dear, you ..." I take a divine cup of vodka and immediately sip it, myself in unsobbered remind of the sudden crash that I would fucking fuck her tracing look, her wrinkled eyes in doubt, I can feel again her sweaty of nearly me kissing her pinky chest. I bite my lips and severely await her watermelon pleasure to come to enjoy the dynasty of plays.

I don't like others to lose their virginity and rawness in fucking quick fuck up.

"You are not coming to bed? " a pussydoll, a beautiful brunette, opens her scarlet, fuck-from chick, I stare and go after her.

I can't take off even my pants again, I no longer need to hide this. the running girl is my juice in the dick. Certainly, I don't like the overpressing.

She leaps over my butt and I start kissing her, severely, dreaming of the one that shook me. she removes her lips quickly and slaps me.

" Fuck you! " she bleeds from biting and me as almost opened p...s, I stare at her collecting the mess up.

I sniff the aroma of the ribbon hanging right above my thigh. I stretch upon the irregulate, dirty sheets and see the pink shades invade me, I haw bare.

" Where are you? "

Luna fuckin POV

I feel blood congealed and myself, covered in a fucking blanket of cold dense snowflakes. my gloves are already put, but tips are kinda tearing up.

Ayla seemingly is keeping a track of her way down to me, fucking turning into a statue of liberty- icy frame. My lids are irresponsive, I...

"Ayla, quick,-I finally see her gait in a cell glimmer through the gigantic basement. she winks at me, laughing.

" Lou bear, how 'bout a Santa mum ! "

She is keeping unconnecting the locker. Firmly I slash my hands to the gate and a laughingly deep husky voice threatens.

"I will fucking bury your head in here, right now, Ayala! " I scream.

"Bad-tempered, huh !" she still, in cold messes with my statement. the locker is unlocked, I enter staggering and somehow limbing.

Welcome!

" Promise that I will hang your hair, above that needle."

I shriek in concern and it is 12 am. I have only got 8 hours from the final decision.

I need some rest and the same time, glossing my work on the test.

I dress off, pale, and try to keep warmth inside me. Ayla stands on the corner shelf. I look at the light, blind-worthy and my eyes are almost at the bottom of saying the worst.

" Don't tell you you are going to study this late? " Ayla's voice is seriously behaving. I move my lips, sliding hop of each other.i bite continuosly and nod.

"It is no good to you, quit the job! " she crosses arms.

As donkey I, afterward response :

"Nooo, I can't do that, I have so many things to pay off, is not time to give up, for me is a simple term! "

"You know what? I quit calling you off, fuck school! it just gets on you, for how much? it is only two decades after you realize you are dead, your deed is nothing !..."

I misspoken, below my head, and start shaking unanswered, Ayla starts picking on me as worse.

On the other late-night, I swear to myself I will end up strong and strong because nothing can dictate in my way.

Not a person, nor a silly object.

I open heartily, among tiredness and some either falling tears and closed mouth, in a sign of help-asking. I shriek suffering from inside, in the hope anyone hears that.

But who does? Except for a shelf full of books, a wardrobe, quilted in a clutter, my cascade of hair around the soft sheet, trying to tempt me to go to sleep, is nobody lurking.

But I stand till late, coming up the morning to learn that have no way, how to escape this journey.

It is my fate, let's embrace it, silly you, Luna!

I learn advanced chapters of historical literature, in a stormy night and a vanishing light, stepping going to dope and sleep. Adjoint not sniffed from old alleys.

Doomed I still think of the older man, the well-donned man that took, is taking my thoughts in mess and a strange thread of affection.

Can't stop thinking unstoppably touching his smirk and biting out his nobless fucking shirt. killing me from morning's eve, closure of heat and cold mellows my pleasure and ...censures my never enjoyed ...