#wxannabelle

Damn,, look who just signed in – it’s JASPER WINCHESTER who to me,looks an awful lot like BOB MORLEY i hear they are a ANTHROPOLOGY PROFESSOR, who’s very into ROUGH SEX, ORAL, BONDAGE at just 32 years of age and HETEROSEXUAL I think they’d make the perfect fit. [mj, 25, gmt+1]

In the middle of the night Michael’s phone rang. 4 Missed Calls from Joe Harrison. He frowned in tiredness and yawned. Rubbing his eyes, he slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake up Annabelle next to him. Unfortunately, the male was only able to expect the worse when his brother called him several times affect based. Returning his phone calls, it didn’t took long when he had his tensed and stirred up younger brother on the phone. Michael tried to calm him down, and insisted that he finally tells him what the hell happened. It was bad news as expected. His father laying in the hospital due to alcohol intoxication and hepatic failure. Michael kept their conversation short, unable to concentrate and think rational. He blamed himself for not calling them on Christmas, only sent a little Christmas card as per usual. He never came home, distanced himself for years now and his father and siblings got themselves into trouble over and over again. The worst part is Michael could see himself in the same position as his father just in a couple years, drinking heavily, lonely. By now he emptied half of the bottle of scotch in his office, starring at his phone where missed calls were still displayed. Tears ran down his cheeks, he propped his head on his hands and leaned on the desk. A creak of the wooden floor made Michael look up again, his eyes red and swollen, he found himself tipsy, gazing at Annabelle in the door. @wxannabelle

It’s been a couple of days or weeks since Annabelle stayed over at his place. Ever since he got up early on sundays to get the two a proper breakfast from the bakery around the corner. Michael stumbled over one of her heels, made a loud groaning sound, annoyed of the pain and the incident in general. Finding someone sneaking out of his bedroom, he smiled softly. “I love you, Annabelle, but your shoes. Put them somewhere else, but here..or they are basically everywhere.” He pointed at them before approaching the brunette, wrapping his arm around her. “Good morning, love.” Michael placed a kiss on top of her head. “Hoped you sleep well..Heard you whining a few times during sleep. Must be the spanked ass of yours, hm?” he teased her with a playful grin on his lips. @wxannabelle

Damn,, look who just signed in – it’s EMILY LAURENT who to me,looks an awful lot like PRIYANKA CHOPRA i hear they are a BIOCHEMISTRY PROFESSOR at ALCOTT U, who’s very into ROUGH SEX, BDSM, ORAL at just 38 years of age and BISEXUAL I think they’d make the perfect fit. [MJ/25/gmt+1]

Her arm linked with his they walked out of the restaurant, Michael hold her close to his body. Chatting and laughing he pinned her against his jeep, pressing a teasing, bruising kiss on her lips before get inside the car. “You were write the steaks are amazing there. We should come here some time again, don’t you think?” He suggested, looking over to her. All night long he teased her so badly, never left her anywhere near satisfaction. “Hey, babe.. What’s wrong?” He asked seriously, though, suppressed his bright amused grin. He leaned on close to her. @wxannabelle