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Thursday: 10/25/07
Who: Peyton and Jono
When: Thursday night
Where: the stables
What: they're going "riding"
Rating: it's Peyton, peoples... you know she's gonna slut it up.. or will she?
Peyton was actually still a little sore from her romp with Lyle the evening before, but that didn't stop her from flirting with the comic book nerd online. Flirting had turned to planning. And now she was moseying on over to the stables to meet Jono. She thought he was cute in that harmless, easy to dominate sort of way. He might make for a good play toy. Besides, the fact that he was seeing someone else made him all the more attractive. Now, she didn't steal men, she simply screwed them and waited for the chaos to ensue afterward. Pey had a big mouth, and she didn't just use it for giving head. She was DEFINITELY the type to kiss and tell. Peyton just hoped little miss Ruby wouldn't scream her head off and leave Peyton deaf. Deaf people were shitty singers, and Peyton knew she was destined to be a punk rock star.
Not one to get gussied up for any man, she'd worn the norm. Sagging jeans, her favorite pair of Vans, a layering of shirts in various colors, and a bright red hoodie that actually had little devil horns on the hood (which she had pulled up to cover her messy ponytail). Yeah, she looked the same as always, scrubby in appearance, but still clean where actual hygiene was concerned. What? She believed in brushing her teeth and washing her snatch. And anyone who didn't was just nasty.
Walking into the stables, a few horses heard/smelled her arrival and poked their heads out from their stalls to get a look at who was walking down the aisle. She spent a good deal of time here, well, when she wasn't in the library or off causing trouble. Peyton liked horses, she just didn't go around talking about it, because she had an image to protect. Didn't all little girls love ponies? She wondered why that was, because it seemed to be instinctual, yet she couldn't understand any logic behind the programming. Horses were big, potentially dangerous, and they smelled pretty damn bad. They seemed like the kind of thing a little girl should fear. Then again, little girls grew into women, and they still chased after things that were big, potentially dangerous, and sometimes smelled bad. Huh. Now it made sense.
She walked over to her favorite horse. He was a four year old gelding named Marquee. Peyton had packed a few sugar cubes in her pocket, and she pulled them out, offering them to the horse. Immediately, those big, slobber lips attacked the treat, not even taking a second to savor it. Peyton laughed lightly and ran her palm over his muzzle, stroking up the bridge to the forelock, and ruffling his hair a bit. She leaned her head forward and placed her forehead to his. But Marquee jerked away suddenly, and that's when Peyton realized someone was standing behind her. "It's not nice to sneak up on people."
When: Thursday night
Where: the stables
What: they're going "riding"
Rating: it's Peyton, peoples... you know she's gonna slut it up.. or will she?
Peyton was actually still a little sore from her romp with Lyle the evening before, but that didn't stop her from flirting with the comic book nerd online. Flirting had turned to planning. And now she was moseying on over to the stables to meet Jono. She thought he was cute in that harmless, easy to dominate sort of way. He might make for a good play toy. Besides, the fact that he was seeing someone else made him all the more attractive. Now, she didn't steal men, she simply screwed them and waited for the chaos to ensue afterward. Pey had a big mouth, and she didn't just use it for giving head. She was DEFINITELY the type to kiss and tell. Peyton just hoped little miss Ruby wouldn't scream her head off and leave Peyton deaf. Deaf people were shitty singers, and Peyton knew she was destined to be a punk rock star.
Not one to get gussied up for any man, she'd worn the norm. Sagging jeans, her favorite pair of Vans, a layering of shirts in various colors, and a bright red hoodie that actually had little devil horns on the hood (which she had pulled up to cover her messy ponytail). Yeah, she looked the same as always, scrubby in appearance, but still clean where actual hygiene was concerned. What? She believed in brushing her teeth and washing her snatch. And anyone who didn't was just nasty.
Walking into the stables, a few horses heard/smelled her arrival and poked their heads out from their stalls to get a look at who was walking down the aisle. She spent a good deal of time here, well, when she wasn't in the library or off causing trouble. Peyton liked horses, she just didn't go around talking about it, because she had an image to protect. Didn't all little girls love ponies? She wondered why that was, because it seemed to be instinctual, yet she couldn't understand any logic behind the programming. Horses were big, potentially dangerous, and they smelled pretty damn bad. They seemed like the kind of thing a little girl should fear. Then again, little girls grew into women, and they still chased after things that were big, potentially dangerous, and sometimes smelled bad. Huh. Now it made sense.
She walked over to her favorite horse. He was a four year old gelding named Marquee. Peyton had packed a few sugar cubes in her pocket, and she pulled them out, offering them to the horse. Immediately, those big, slobber lips attacked the treat, not even taking a second to savor it. Peyton laughed lightly and ran her palm over his muzzle, stroking up the bridge to the forelock, and ruffling his hair a bit. She leaned her head forward and placed her forehead to his. But Marquee jerked away suddenly, and that's when Peyton realized someone was standing behind her. "It's not nice to sneak up on people."
