Dear Life, Why have you changed Dramatically?

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

•        Author's Note!

  Hey there now before I begin the first couple of chapters on the new and improved Tom the panty dropper, any readers who are new to this book it may take some time to settle in. I wrote this previously. I deleted my old work. This is my new work. Sorry for distubring but I had to let everyone know. I changed things here and there so I decided to put the author note before the reading. Take a look at the first new Chapter of Tom The Panty Dropper.

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     I relaxed on the couch that sat in the center of my living room. An illusion like an alter, but a comfort zone I can always embrace. My feet was sound asleep on the coffee table as the brainwashing of the television took me away from my deepest miseries. 

 

   I couldn't feel or remember what it was like being normal. I always felt alone. Even though I had friends. I have family. They reside in Germany. My heart thrusted in and my chest like a basketball pump as I inhaled and exhaled the fresh scent of pleather. 

 

"Oh Mr. Shefield" Fran Drescher's husky voice danced through the electrical wirings that stung the speakers I don't remember I even had. I felt eyes burning behind my back. As if someone was standing there with knife in an aiming position as if they're ready to kill. I laughed mentally at my thoughts. I knew she was standing there. Behind me of course. Her baby soft touch of kindness touched my chest as she rubbed her hands up and down them.

 

   She kissed me on my beated cheeks. Mistreated by razors. She began to speak, but she couldn't say the right words. You can hear her struggle as she thought about her response. Her breath echoed in my ears as she came closer to them. I felt every spark of electricity I could feel running though her. She shocked me everytime she touched, spoke, even looked at me in the eyes if she wanted to. Even if she wanted me to devour her. I smiled and I turned to her face and said. .

 

 

 

  "You must really be in the mood I see" I said to Cassie. She laughed oddly. Her voice went up and up.

    "Funny of you to say cowboy" she placed her hand on her cheeks. She ran her slim fingers on the couch and plopped herself to the other side. I watched her get comfortable. She layed down her head on my chest while her hands tangled up behind my back. She held me so tight I felt her worries. She was finally safe in my arms. She accepted my trust. Her bambi eyes gazed though my soul as if she was looking for a reason for me to say something.

  "Tom I'll be leaving soon" 

"What?" 

    "I'm moving back to Kentucky" I bowed my head down. She flickered her lashes on my lips and tickled them. My forehead was connected to her head. I inhaled the scent of her hair that reminded me of an ancient village in Pompeii. I never visited Pompeii, but I can imagine sitting near the old ancient market's the advertised such things.

 "I have to go back. You know what I'm going through Tom. It's not new" she said shyly. I looked up at her and returned the same gleam in her eyes.

"I leave tomorrow" she pushed herself off my body. She crossed her legs together and sat there like a child. She slowly removed her shirt and tossed it across the room.

"Cas-" I whispered. She heard me and placed her index finger on my bottom lip which she began kissing. I granted her access into my mouth while our tongue's danced together delightly. She pulled my face in and took a deep breath. She pulled back and never lost eye contact with me.

 

"Love me tonight Tom. I want to feel you inside me again before I leave" I grabbed the television remote near my glass of water and shut the TV off. 

"I can do that-I cann-I can do that" I constantly stuttered. She laughed lightly. She removed her bra that exposed her womanly beings that fell down her chest like waterfalls. Not too long. Not to short, but the right amount of fat I needed to grab. She collasped on my chest again and kissed me passionately.

"I fucking love it when you do that" I whispered. She ignored me anyway for a minute.

     "Mhm. I know" she said in a sexy tone. Signals from my brain triggered the devil between my legs. I'm ready to penetrate the only girl I know as my friend, and we have benefits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cool summer breeze sang through my window as I cuddled up under the warm white silk sheets. My toes curled up against each other. The angelic voices of children outside of my window and their mothers telling them goodbye. My next door neighbor Artek played his reggae bass music that shook his house everytime I looked out my arched ancient like windows. They reminded me of Roman monuments that cuddled up small pathways and arched towered churches. 

Cassie's voice expanded out the shower through the black wood door as her voice climbed higher to a pitch that seemed perfect, but yet a disturbing sound that I couldn't reveal, but quite understood why the sound irritated my ear drums. I rolled my eyes knowing that Cassie loves singing. She likes enjoying hot steamy showers and yelling to the top of her lungs. 

I ignored her hisses and turned up the volume on the television. A reporter appeared like a ghost through my screen with a microphone in his hand and a folded envelope the swinged in his pockets half way as the air blew past him like time. The reporter near an old abandoned building pointed to an old gate, rusted by the acidic weather, he touched the gate and rubbed his thumb. Understanding a chemical change has occured as the senses on his fingers reacted it. He looked at his hands and dusted them against his beated whool coat---- could have been washed over multiple times. The access whool balled off his coat like tumbleweeds: dust bunnies perhaps. He looked down at his feet and back at the camera

 

"You see here. Huge flames of fire destroyed remaining evidence of this couple's home. No one made it out alive. Once again this is going to be a tough investigation for officers. Back to you Radbury" another mans face appeared across my screen. A handsome feature that blew me away. His broad jaw line that can drive a woman insane if she stared too long at them. His perfect bushy eyebrows. Perfectly combed away from the center of his forehead. Access blonde highlights that blended like abstract colors with the dirty blonde cuts shaved to the side. He resembled a World War 1 soldier lost in the digged pathways of a battle, but captured by a random photographer.

 Cassie bursted though the heavy door and distracted me from the news. The mans face appeared as a blury stick figure that twirled in gyrations as I tried to concentrate on both Cassie and the anchorman. Her towel hugged her curves tightly aborbing her body fluids. Water swimmed down her pale skin like fresh rain. She flipped her head over to pull her long brown hair into a pony tail. She looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"What?" she asked. I raised my eyebrows at her and she walked away into my huge closet. It was a third bedroom, later constructed into a closet. She shut the sliding doors as my focus went back to the anchorman, but he wasn't there. Instead a woman's plumped pink alluring lips moved in motion through the thick glass of my flat screen TV. She advertised it so well that I almost felt like purchasing the lipstick myself. She squeezed the honey extract like clay and grinned so hauntingly. A commerical that could brainwash twelve year olds to feel insecure in their own skin. 

"Maybe it's Maybelline" the jingle's catchy tone caught my attention as it repeated the same sound in my ear a thousand times.

 

 

 

 Cassie opened the sliding doors and pulled out suitcase. Metallic and black. 

"Do you mind?" she shrugged her shoulders 

"Nah, keep it" she smiled and headed back inside the closet. My phone began ringing. My best freind Mike was calling. I ignored his incoming call. I agressively grabbed the pillow from undereath my neck and pushed it over my face. I Inhaled my left over scent of perfume. Gussing that I could be sweating in my sleep. A hard body jumped over me as the pillow's darkness, soon casted a light over my closed eyes. I opened them to meet with Cassie eyes.

"You silly dog " she kissed me. I held on to her back. Nice and slender like a ramp. I rubbed my hands against them and she released a moan.

"God, I'll miss you so much" she moaned again. I nodded my head in response. I pulled off her towel and now I was over her body. She bite her lips softly as her breasts connected to my naked chest.

"I'll miss you a lot more" she rolled her eyes and kissed me again. I felt fresh. A new born baby. She ran her finger nails down my back. I can feel her digging into my skin that I reacted to it and tried to runaway from her. She pulled me tighter as her legs wrapped itself  around my waist. 

I entered in her as she looked at me and her eyebrows touched.

"I could never get tired of doing that" Cassie laughed a little.

"Shut Up and Fuck" she commanded. 

 

As she opens her thighs to allow the penetration, you realize your souls have become one as you enter into her willing and waiting desires. In fact, the revolutionary rush of blood and adrenaline with first kiss and touching is unparalleled.

Suddenly, I began to relize that Cassie's love faces are extremely intense to sight. But I love it. 

 

 

 

 

            Author's Note: Hello there. I started a new beginning for Tom the Panty Dropper. I mentioned this in the beginning. Please don't freak out if I had not updated. I'm currenly updating Serious, and Mr.Grey will see you now. I said this before I deleted everything. I'll update more chapters for Tom The Panty Dropper during December or early January. Please be patient. Keep calm & Wait for the Tom The Panty Dropper Chapters/ Updates :)

 

 

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Lektorat: Belinda Louis
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.11.2012

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