By Venice
His body is the colour of moonlight, spread out next to you. He breathes like a metronome, reliable and reassuring, while a faint smile still lingers on his face.
Sometimes you stay up a little longer just to watch him sleep. He lets go of everything, face covered in a gossamer veil of peaceful sleep. He's his own now, and you know that when he is his own, he's yours completely.
You want to use your fingers to investigate his textured body, thrilled as if it were the first time, as if you didn't know every line by heart. But you stop short of breaking through the filmsy glow of his skin, deciding it was best to leave him to be his own now.
Instead of tracing his skin, your mind traces back to that first time, that first meeting. And you wondered, of all the women there who fought for his attention, cluttering his vision, numbing his senses, why did he look for you? It was nothing more than a fleeting glance, a gentle brush of arm to arm, a split second.
"I saw something in your eyes." he whispered. "I wanted it for myself."
Seven years later you can still feel that look in his eyes like he had that first time, the one he enfolds you in when he thinks you're not watching. That's the look of being in another world, with you.
Your eyes are fixed on his mellow face, but your eyelids are heavy. You want to stay like this forever, but you're not fighting it. Because you know that by the time it dawns and his skin shimmers in a different light, turning his hair from silver to gold - you will be the one sleeping peacefully, and he will be awake, his fingers slowly drawing the line of your hair and neck with the lightest of touches.
Sometimes he wakes up a little earlier just to watch you sleep. He moves so close that his lips almost touch your ear, mouthing the gentlest of words. You don't need to be awake to hear them. They came to you in your sleep many times before. And they told you he wanted you to have him. Breath after breath, heartbeat after heartbeat he belonged more and more to you.
By Gina
Ok, just a quick note…Nando isn’t a baller in this story, just so you don’t get confused :D
Sighing heavily as she looked out of her bedroom window again, the blonde turned her attention back to the guy stood in her room, talking about something or other he’d done with his friends earlier that day. She’d given up trying to get back into the conversation a long time ago, mumbling the occasional ‘mm-hmm’ as he spoke to keep up the illusion that she was listening. He didn’t seem to notice though, carrying on with his explanation, complete with enthusiastic waving of the hands. She ducked her head as his arm swung millimetres away, nearly giving her a black eye. He stopped talking momentarily to check why she’d moved, nodding quickly as she told him to calm down before launching back into his story. She rolled her eyes and looked back out of her bedroom window. She could see the stable hand hard at work, his shirt cast to one side as the sun outside beat down on his pale skin. He looked up briefly, their eyes meeting, before his face flushed red and he looked away. She rested her forehead against the window, breathing out slowly as she felt her heart rate quicken. He disappeared back inside the building at the end of the courtyard and she sighed again, moving away from the window.
“Malin, are you ok?”
She looked up sharply, having almost forgotten her boyfriend was in the room and nodded.
“I’m fine, just a little tired. I might go back to bed for a few hours.”
“Oh ok. Do you want me to leave?”
She flashed him a quick smile before nodding, softly placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Sorry, I know you really wanted to tell me about your trip, but I haven’t been sleeping well recently and I could really do with a few hours. I’ll call you later.”
The guy nodded, heading for the door. He stopped just before leaving, turning to face her once more and checking if this was really what she wanted. With one final assurance that she’d call him later, he left and she was instantly back at her window, hoping to catch another glimpse of the stable hand.
It had been her mother’s idea to hire someone to help out with the horses while she was at school. She had a number of very important exams coming up and she needed to get good grades if she had any hope of achieving her dream of becoming a lawyer. She’d been reluctant to let someone else take care of her horses at first; they were her babies, her pride and joy. As soon as she’d set eyes on Fernando, she’d know she could trust him with them. He was tall, blonde and had a smile to die for. When she’d first met him, looking into his chocolate brown eyes, he’d smiled shyly, introduced himself and asked where the horses were. She’d taken him over to the stables and within minutes, he was inside, gentle hands running over the animals while he whispered soothing words. She’d fallen in love with him on the spot.
*Flashback*
“So, how long have you been working with horses?”
“Not that long if I’m honest. I just need some money right now, and I love horses, so when I saw the advert, I had to apply.”
Her jaw dropped open in shock, watching as her favourite horse stretched its neck in his direction, and he stroked its nose softly, not meeting her eyes. She found it hard to believe that this boy hadn’t been working with horses for that long. He seemed to have them under some kind of spell, even the most temperamental one was like putty in his hands.
“You’re a natural.”
He blushed and smiled at her again.
“I don’t know about that, I just feel comfortable around them.”
She placed a hand on his arm, instantly feeling the spark between them and she pulled away almost too quickly as he jumped in shock. Clearly he’d felt it too.
“I meant it Fernando. I’ve never seen them react to a complete stranger like this. The job’s yours if you want it.”
*End of flashback*
That had been six months ago, and since then, she’d watched him every day out of the comfort of her bedroom. They’d caught each other’s eye a number of times, but she’d tried to stop anything from happening. She was in a relationship already and it would get too complicated if she got involved with Fernando. He wasn’t going to be there forever, and she didn’t want to get hurt, but at the same time, breaking hearts wasn’t her style. It was clear that he liked her, he went red every time she attempted to speak to him. Once she was sure her boyfriend was long gone, she slipped on a pair of boots and headed down to the stables.
“Hey, still hard at work I see.”
The blond jumped at the sound of her voice, but composed himself fairly quickly, turning to meet her gaze.
“Yes, I’m nearly done here. I’m leaving early today, I have to meet some friends later. I can’t remember if I told you…”
He trailed off, uncertain if this was the right way to go about speaking to someone who was essentially his boss. She smiled and made her way over to the far end of the stable, picking up a spare pitchfork.
“I remembered, that’s why I came down to help out. Two pairs of hands are quicker than one, right?” She winked, laughing lightly as he blushed again. “Relax, would you? I don’t bite…unless you want me to?”
She bit her lip, a playful smile on her face. He looked down at his feet, then back up at her, an unreadable expression on his face as she leaned towards him, all thoughts of her boyfriend tucked away in a distant part of her brain. Their lips were just about to meet when a snort interrupted them, making them jump apart. One of the horses was stood just meters away from them, nodding its head and she walked over to stoke it. Fernando joined her seconds later, and as they stood on either side of the horses body, stroking its nose, their fingers brushed against each other. She took a deep breath, entwining their fingers as she stepped away from the horse, Fernando following her almost hesitantly.
“Malin…”
She pressed a finger to his lips to silence him before replacing it with her lips. Kissing him was nothing like she’d imagined it would be. His lips were soft, and his actions hesitant at first, until she placed his arms firmly around her waist and deepened the kiss.
An hour later, they were lying on the straw in one of the mucked out stalls, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. His fingers were tangled up in her long blonde hair, a lazy and sated smile on his face. A noise outside the front of the building made them both sit up, shooting panicked looks at each other as they scrambled to get their clothes back on before they were caught. Picking up the pitchforks again, the continued working on the other stalls, just in time for her mother to walk in.
“Malin, there you are dear. I’ve been looking all over for you, I should have guessed you’d be down here with the horses. Are you done with your work?”
“Yes mum.”
“Right, in that case, when you’re done in here, dinner’s ready. Perhaps Fernando would like to join us too?”
She looked over at the boy stood next to her, squeezing his hand gently behind his back.
“If it’s not too much trouble ma’am, that would be lovely.”
“Oh no, its no trouble at all. You’re doing a wonderful job with the horses.”
He smiled softly, blushing again.
“Thank you ma’am.”
Her mother nodded, satisfied that the pair weren’t up to any mischief and headed back towards the house. As soon as she was gone, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
“That was too close.”
“Tell me about it. I thought she’d catch on for sure.”
They worked in silence for the next 15 minutes, all the while, a huge grin plastered on his face. Eventually, they dusted themselves off and looked around, proud of their work. She poked his side as he continued smiling.
“What’s so funny?”
“I didn’t know that there were perks to this job.” He replied, as he pulled her in for another kiss before they headed back towards the house, occasionally shooting shy glances at each other on the way.
Showing posts with label Venice. Show all posts
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Sunday, 20 July 2008
Monday, 7 July 2008
SBAers are a talented bunch! 2 fantastic stories by our resident authors
For Gina, by the Fantastic and eloquent Venice
She closed her eyes, allowing the small drop of sweat to slide down her eyelid to the cheekbone, only to dissolve in the soft fabric of her skirt. The air condition wasn't working, and she was stuck in the car on the road in a jam she couldn't see the end of.
She could almost feel the smell of watermelon her lover had brought to her lips that morning, gently waking her up. She smiled lazily back then, with her eyes still closed, slightly parting her lips to allow that small piece of refreshing sweetness in her mouth, brushing her tongue on his fingertips which softly smeared the soothing moisture of the watermelon over her dried up lips. She woke up with the feeling of being enwrapped in a thin layer of perspiration, with the back of her neck under her hair damp from the heat. It was early morning but the air was already sultry. The air condition wasn't working, which for some reason seems to be happening often when she's around.
"It's because you're too hot to take." she remembered him whispering the night before, and smiled.
She was still stuck in traffic, and cursed her decision to take that particular route. She cupped her hair and tied it in a ponytail, feeling instant relief at the back of her neck. A thin line of perspiration ran down her spine, making her gasp instinctively. It brought back the memory of him lifting her hair from the back of her neck. She bit her lip shuddering while he gently blew across her hairline cooling it off.
She opened her eyes wide in anticipation as he reached out by the side of the bed and grabbed another piece of the fresh watermelon. Smiling mischievously he sensually bit the melon and disappeared from her sight again, until she felt the overwhelming coolness sliding down her neck and shoulders. He took his time there, nibbling her delicate shoulders, breaking through the film of condensed heat on her body with his cool touch, in a manner which made her close her eyes and bite the pillow under her chin, for her skin was alarmed and her heart palpitated.
He slowly slid down her spine all the way to the small of her back and traced it back up even more leisurely with his tongue waking up every last nerve in her body.
Or so she thought.
She sighed in both relief and disappointment when he disconnected from her, letting the wet trail on her body dry up to cool her overheated skin. She kept still but her eyes followed his movements. He reached for the bowl of fruit again and took two pieces of watermelon this time. He slowly bit one as he looked deeply in her eyes. The corner of his lips raised in a half-smile as he winked and dived behind her back again.
She closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt the now familiar chill of him sliding down her back. But her eyes opened wide and her body arched as she sensed the same cooling presence at the base of her knee, overloading the nerve cells she didn't even were there, making her more aware of his presence than ever before.
He moved closer, leaning into her so she could feel his washed up, firm body pressed against hers while he drowned her neck and shoulders in more kisses. His dry warmth all along her side and the cold climbing up her thigh put her in that intangible position of softly crying for more without being sure she could take it. As he reached the highest point, he lingered some more until the chilling sensation enfolded her from head to toe spreading from the center, and finally dropped it only to gently press his fingers.
The jam finally moved. She sighed in relief as she glanced over the groceries in the back seat. She needed to get them in the fridge as soon as possible, or the effect of pineapple rings wouldn't be anywhere near what she'd planned.
"I won't be a second", she promised as she once again checked his fascinating body spread across the bed.
Handcuffed to the bedpost, David sighed and nodded in compliance.
For Malin, by the superbly magnificent Gina
It was strange that after living here for little under a year, Fernando felt like he was out of place. He didn’t belong, this wasn’t his home. He dreamed of sandy beaches and warm rays of sunshine, yet all he got was a bitter lashing of rain and a breeze strong enough to blow him away. He wanted to find his place in the world, but more than anything he wanted to find someone to share it with.
He was back at the dock again, waiting. Glancing down quickly at his wrist only to find that he’d forgotten to put his watch on, he made a mental note to be more organised next time. It had to be time for her to make an appearance by now. She was always there at seven o’clock on the dot. He’d made it a habit to take a walk by the dock first thing in the morning in the hope that he would see her. He’d been there for little more than five minutes when a movement to his left caught his eye. He held his breath as he watched her walk towards her favoured spot, leaning against the railing and looking out over the water. There was always a distant look in her eye, like she was troubled by something. He’d been over the scenario many times in his head. She would stand there for half an hour before dropping the rose she’d been carrying into the water and making her way towards the other end of the dock, disappearing from sight.
He swallowed nervously as his eyes traced over the tall blonde’s figure. She had her back to him, seemingly oblivious to his presence, as always. She was wearing a simple black dress with killer heels to match, and she looked every bit the perfect woman she was. He’d seen her many times before, he’d recognise those legs anywhere. He’d dreamt of her many times before too, desperate to find out more about this mystery woman. There was only one thing stopping him from going over to talk to her. The last time they’d spoken, things hadn’t exactly gone to plan. He’d gotten nervous and fumbled his words and she’d just given him a stern look before walking away. That had been then though; he was a different man now. He’d grown up a lot since then. Running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath and prepared to go over. Right at that moment, she snapped out of her daydream, reaching into her pocket and pulling her phone out. After looking down at the gadget in her hands, she sighed heavily. Placing the phone back in her pocket, she dropped the rose into the water and turned to leave. He cursed as he realised he’d missed his chance again.
This went on for more than a year, and each time, the same thing would happen. He’d pluck up the courage to go over, and then she’d look at her phone, sigh and walk away, the distant look always on her face. He wished he could do something, anything to make her smile. She always seemed so lost, a forlorn figure on the dock watching the sunrise over the water. Eventually, he decided enough was enough. He was tired of waiting. Walking over slowly, he stood beside her, their bodies barely touching. She didn’t look at him, playing nervously with the keys in her hand. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she broke the silence.
“I’ve seen you watching me.”
He cleared his throat, not really sure how to respond to that.
“It’s ok, clearly you like what you’ve seen, or you wouldn’t keep coming back. Why do you do it?”
He wanted to speak. He wanted to tell her that he was captivated by her, that he wanted to put a smile on her face, to stop her looking so lost, but the words caught in his throat.
“Do you ever talk?”
He nodded dumbly; completely dumbstruck by the effect this girl was having on him. She bit her lip as a buzz sounded from her pocket, looking down at her phone.
“I have to go.”
Before he could reply, she was walking away. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he spun round.
“Can I at least know your name?”
She stopped dead in her tracks, not even bothering to turn around before replying. If she had, he’d have seen the smile he was so desperate to get to know spread across her face.
“It’s Malin.”
“It’s nice to meet you Malin. I’m Fernando.”
“I know.” He didn’t have time to question how she knew his name before she spoke again. “I’ll see you around.”
And with that, she was gone again. She’d disappeared from sight so quickly; he had to pinch himself to convince himself that he was awake. He shook his head again, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking in the opposite direction, unable to stop the inane grin spreading over his handsome features.
The next morning, he got to the dock earlier than usual; standing at the spot she always appeared at instead of hiding in the shadows. He waited for hours, but she didn’t turn up. Disappointed, he trekked back to his apartment in the city center, already looking forward to the next day. He didn’t know why he cared so much; he knew nothing about this mystery beauty aside from her name.
It wasn’t until the end of the week that she made a reappearance, taking her place next to him on the dock in silence. He glanced over at her, trying hard not to get caught looking as he took in her features for the first time. Her long blonde hair was covering her face and he longed to reach out and tuck it behind her ears. Her eyes sparkled as she turned her head, their eyes meeting.
“Why did it take you so long to come and talk to me again?”
The question was direct and it took him by surprise. He cleared his throat again, running his hands nervously through his hair.
“I didn’t want to seem like I was stalking you.”
“Well, you kind of are, no? You’re here everyday.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.
“How do you know that? I might have been busy this last week.”
“I saw you standing here waiting for me. I wanted to come over, but I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“It’s complicated. I’d rather not talk about it.” She looked down at her feet, the distant look back in her eyes. Her hair fell into her eyes again, and she made no attempt to push it out.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“It’s fine. I get like this sometimes, most people wouldn’t stick around as long as you.”
“Then they’re clearly missing out.”
She tried to bite back the smile somewhat unsuccessfully, looking down again. He plucked up the courage, reaching out and tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear again, his fingers brushing her cheek. The contact sent sparks up his arms, straight to his heart and she leaned into his touch. He looked into her eyes, looking for any signs that his next move was going to be unwelcome, but she held his gaze, closing her eyes as he leaned in. His warm breath ghosted over her face, giving her mere seconds to prepare for his lips covering her own. Her heart was racing as he pulled away, a shy smile on his face.
“Was that worth the wait?”
“You are.”
*Fast-forward five years*
He was stood at the dock again, looking out at the water, feeling the warm breeze on his face. This place had started it all for him. He had the perfect life now, no matter how long it had taken to get there. His daydream was interrupted by an excited shout.
“Daddy, daddy, look what I found!”
He turned around, kneeling down as his daughter ran into his outstretched arms.
“Hola, princess.”
He stood up, picking her up in his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt a hand on the small of his back and he turned around, greeting his wife with a kiss.
“Daddy, Jose was being mean to me. He said my pigtails look stupid.”
Fernando let out a laugh, shifting her weight onto his other arm as his son joined them at the dock, leaning over the railings and dropping a stone into the water. He clapped his hands excitedly as it hit the surface, creating a ripple of waves.
“Jose, what have I told you about being mean to your sister? Apologise to her please.”
“But Papa…”
“But nothing. Apologise, or no football for you when we get home.”
“I’m sorry for saying your pigtails look stupid Eva.”
The small boy crossed his arms over his chest as his sister beamed at him. Fernando put her down and she wrapped her arms around her twin brother, placing a kiss on his cheek. Taking his wife’s hand in his own and calling out to their children who were currently running just ahead of them, he smiled, happy that now, he was truly home.
She closed her eyes, allowing the small drop of sweat to slide down her eyelid to the cheekbone, only to dissolve in the soft fabric of her skirt. The air condition wasn't working, and she was stuck in the car on the road in a jam she couldn't see the end of.
She could almost feel the smell of watermelon her lover had brought to her lips that morning, gently waking her up. She smiled lazily back then, with her eyes still closed, slightly parting her lips to allow that small piece of refreshing sweetness in her mouth, brushing her tongue on his fingertips which softly smeared the soothing moisture of the watermelon over her dried up lips. She woke up with the feeling of being enwrapped in a thin layer of perspiration, with the back of her neck under her hair damp from the heat. It was early morning but the air was already sultry. The air condition wasn't working, which for some reason seems to be happening often when she's around.
"It's because you're too hot to take." she remembered him whispering the night before, and smiled.
She was still stuck in traffic, and cursed her decision to take that particular route. She cupped her hair and tied it in a ponytail, feeling instant relief at the back of her neck. A thin line of perspiration ran down her spine, making her gasp instinctively. It brought back the memory of him lifting her hair from the back of her neck. She bit her lip shuddering while he gently blew across her hairline cooling it off.
She opened her eyes wide in anticipation as he reached out by the side of the bed and grabbed another piece of the fresh watermelon. Smiling mischievously he sensually bit the melon and disappeared from her sight again, until she felt the overwhelming coolness sliding down her neck and shoulders. He took his time there, nibbling her delicate shoulders, breaking through the film of condensed heat on her body with his cool touch, in a manner which made her close her eyes and bite the pillow under her chin, for her skin was alarmed and her heart palpitated.
He slowly slid down her spine all the way to the small of her back and traced it back up even more leisurely with his tongue waking up every last nerve in her body.
Or so she thought.
She sighed in both relief and disappointment when he disconnected from her, letting the wet trail on her body dry up to cool her overheated skin. She kept still but her eyes followed his movements. He reached for the bowl of fruit again and took two pieces of watermelon this time. He slowly bit one as he looked deeply in her eyes. The corner of his lips raised in a half-smile as he winked and dived behind her back again.
She closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt the now familiar chill of him sliding down her back. But her eyes opened wide and her body arched as she sensed the same cooling presence at the base of her knee, overloading the nerve cells she didn't even were there, making her more aware of his presence than ever before.
He moved closer, leaning into her so she could feel his washed up, firm body pressed against hers while he drowned her neck and shoulders in more kisses. His dry warmth all along her side and the cold climbing up her thigh put her in that intangible position of softly crying for more without being sure she could take it. As he reached the highest point, he lingered some more until the chilling sensation enfolded her from head to toe spreading from the center, and finally dropped it only to gently press his fingers.
The jam finally moved. She sighed in relief as she glanced over the groceries in the back seat. She needed to get them in the fridge as soon as possible, or the effect of pineapple rings wouldn't be anywhere near what she'd planned.
"I won't be a second", she promised as she once again checked his fascinating body spread across the bed.
Handcuffed to the bedpost, David sighed and nodded in compliance.
For Malin, by the superbly magnificent Gina
It was strange that after living here for little under a year, Fernando felt like he was out of place. He didn’t belong, this wasn’t his home. He dreamed of sandy beaches and warm rays of sunshine, yet all he got was a bitter lashing of rain and a breeze strong enough to blow him away. He wanted to find his place in the world, but more than anything he wanted to find someone to share it with.
He was back at the dock again, waiting. Glancing down quickly at his wrist only to find that he’d forgotten to put his watch on, he made a mental note to be more organised next time. It had to be time for her to make an appearance by now. She was always there at seven o’clock on the dot. He’d made it a habit to take a walk by the dock first thing in the morning in the hope that he would see her. He’d been there for little more than five minutes when a movement to his left caught his eye. He held his breath as he watched her walk towards her favoured spot, leaning against the railing and looking out over the water. There was always a distant look in her eye, like she was troubled by something. He’d been over the scenario many times in his head. She would stand there for half an hour before dropping the rose she’d been carrying into the water and making her way towards the other end of the dock, disappearing from sight.
He swallowed nervously as his eyes traced over the tall blonde’s figure. She had her back to him, seemingly oblivious to his presence, as always. She was wearing a simple black dress with killer heels to match, and she looked every bit the perfect woman she was. He’d seen her many times before, he’d recognise those legs anywhere. He’d dreamt of her many times before too, desperate to find out more about this mystery woman. There was only one thing stopping him from going over to talk to her. The last time they’d spoken, things hadn’t exactly gone to plan. He’d gotten nervous and fumbled his words and she’d just given him a stern look before walking away. That had been then though; he was a different man now. He’d grown up a lot since then. Running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath and prepared to go over. Right at that moment, she snapped out of her daydream, reaching into her pocket and pulling her phone out. After looking down at the gadget in her hands, she sighed heavily. Placing the phone back in her pocket, she dropped the rose into the water and turned to leave. He cursed as he realised he’d missed his chance again.
This went on for more than a year, and each time, the same thing would happen. He’d pluck up the courage to go over, and then she’d look at her phone, sigh and walk away, the distant look always on her face. He wished he could do something, anything to make her smile. She always seemed so lost, a forlorn figure on the dock watching the sunrise over the water. Eventually, he decided enough was enough. He was tired of waiting. Walking over slowly, he stood beside her, their bodies barely touching. She didn’t look at him, playing nervously with the keys in her hand. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she broke the silence.
“I’ve seen you watching me.”
He cleared his throat, not really sure how to respond to that.
“It’s ok, clearly you like what you’ve seen, or you wouldn’t keep coming back. Why do you do it?”
He wanted to speak. He wanted to tell her that he was captivated by her, that he wanted to put a smile on her face, to stop her looking so lost, but the words caught in his throat.
“Do you ever talk?”
He nodded dumbly; completely dumbstruck by the effect this girl was having on him. She bit her lip as a buzz sounded from her pocket, looking down at her phone.
“I have to go.”
Before he could reply, she was walking away. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he spun round.
“Can I at least know your name?”
She stopped dead in her tracks, not even bothering to turn around before replying. If she had, he’d have seen the smile he was so desperate to get to know spread across her face.
“It’s Malin.”
“It’s nice to meet you Malin. I’m Fernando.”
“I know.” He didn’t have time to question how she knew his name before she spoke again. “I’ll see you around.”
And with that, she was gone again. She’d disappeared from sight so quickly; he had to pinch himself to convince himself that he was awake. He shook his head again, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking in the opposite direction, unable to stop the inane grin spreading over his handsome features.
The next morning, he got to the dock earlier than usual; standing at the spot she always appeared at instead of hiding in the shadows. He waited for hours, but she didn’t turn up. Disappointed, he trekked back to his apartment in the city center, already looking forward to the next day. He didn’t know why he cared so much; he knew nothing about this mystery beauty aside from her name.
It wasn’t until the end of the week that she made a reappearance, taking her place next to him on the dock in silence. He glanced over at her, trying hard not to get caught looking as he took in her features for the first time. Her long blonde hair was covering her face and he longed to reach out and tuck it behind her ears. Her eyes sparkled as she turned her head, their eyes meeting.
“Why did it take you so long to come and talk to me again?”
The question was direct and it took him by surprise. He cleared his throat again, running his hands nervously through his hair.
“I didn’t want to seem like I was stalking you.”
“Well, you kind of are, no? You’re here everyday.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.
“How do you know that? I might have been busy this last week.”
“I saw you standing here waiting for me. I wanted to come over, but I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“It’s complicated. I’d rather not talk about it.” She looked down at her feet, the distant look back in her eyes. Her hair fell into her eyes again, and she made no attempt to push it out.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“It’s fine. I get like this sometimes, most people wouldn’t stick around as long as you.”
“Then they’re clearly missing out.”
She tried to bite back the smile somewhat unsuccessfully, looking down again. He plucked up the courage, reaching out and tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear again, his fingers brushing her cheek. The contact sent sparks up his arms, straight to his heart and she leaned into his touch. He looked into her eyes, looking for any signs that his next move was going to be unwelcome, but she held his gaze, closing her eyes as he leaned in. His warm breath ghosted over her face, giving her mere seconds to prepare for his lips covering her own. Her heart was racing as he pulled away, a shy smile on his face.
“Was that worth the wait?”
“You are.”
*Fast-forward five years*
He was stood at the dock again, looking out at the water, feeling the warm breeze on his face. This place had started it all for him. He had the perfect life now, no matter how long it had taken to get there. His daydream was interrupted by an excited shout.
“Daddy, daddy, look what I found!”
He turned around, kneeling down as his daughter ran into his outstretched arms.
“Hola, princess.”
He stood up, picking her up in his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt a hand on the small of his back and he turned around, greeting his wife with a kiss.
“Daddy, Jose was being mean to me. He said my pigtails look stupid.”
Fernando let out a laugh, shifting her weight onto his other arm as his son joined them at the dock, leaning over the railings and dropping a stone into the water. He clapped his hands excitedly as it hit the surface, creating a ripple of waves.
“Jose, what have I told you about being mean to your sister? Apologise to her please.”
“But Papa…”
“But nothing. Apologise, or no football for you when we get home.”
“I’m sorry for saying your pigtails look stupid Eva.”
The small boy crossed his arms over his chest as his sister beamed at him. Fernando put her down and she wrapped her arms around her twin brother, placing a kiss on his cheek. Taking his wife’s hand in his own and calling out to their children who were currently running just ahead of them, he smiled, happy that now, he was truly home.
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
MG's Scenario game results Part 3 (Lucy's bday edition)
Again i couldn't remember them all so made a few guesses, correct me at will..
All set at Lucy’s fabulous bday bash in a posh venue somewhere in SBAland-
Gina (About VG) Luis Garcia, Handcuffs
Ok, there are a few extra characters in there, but they were kind of necessary to make the story flow :)
VG walks into the party a little late to find it’s already in full swing and there’s chaos ensuing on the dance floor. There’s a whole load of ballers dancing away, seemingly oblivious to anything or anyone around them. As she was about to make her way downstairs to join everyone else, she heard a quiet sob coming from the right. Shocked, she looked down to find none other than Luis Garcia cuffed to the banister, a sad look on his face.
“Are you ok there?” She asked, and the little Spaniard looked up at her, his eyes glistening.
“No…I came up…here for a few minutes.” He was choking back sobs between words and she sat down next to him, being careful not to crumple her dress and giving him a sympathetic pat on the back. “And I bumped into Gina…with the two Davids. There was a bit of…confusion, and next thing I know, I’m sat here…cuffed to these stairs and…they’ve left me.”
“I’ll be back in a second, I’m just going to see if I can find anyone to help.”
She left him sat on the stairs alone, quickly tracking down Gina who was in a bit of a panic.
“VG, have you seen my handcuffs? Villa’s been playing up and I could have sworn I had them earlier…”
“Yep, poor Luis is cuffed to the banister upstairs. Do you have the keys?”
Gina handed them over and VG ran back up the stairs to uncuff Luis, who was currently inconsolable. She quickly uncuffed him, and he rubbed his wrist gingerly, checking for any damage.
“Thank you so much.” He said. “I was worried I’d be up here all evening, everyone else seems to be having so much fun. How can I repay you?”
She thought carefully for a few moments before placing a kiss on the shocked Spaniards’ lips.
“Well, I have a date to the party already, I believe you know him quite well. I was wondering how you’d feel about making a return to Liverpool.”
He smiled, giving her a sly wink before replying. “I shall talk to my agent, but you know these things are complicated, no?”
“Try your best and I’ll make it worth your while.”
MXA (About Pavi) Niko, Pan scrub
Niko had been sent to the bar again by Venice demanding another line of shots!! He being the dutiful date didn't dare disagree with her. On his way, he cuaght a tumbling MXA, who had been spinning around the dance floor in a drunken state. As they collided she spilt her cocktail all down his shirt and trousers. Sighing at the stupid womans mistake, Niko headed to the kitchen area to clean himself up. Looking around for something to wipe away the bright blue mess, he spots a pan scrub and decides to give it a go. The kitchen looked empty so Niko removed his clothes to really get scrubbing at the stain, all of a sudden he hear's a crash in the store room. Leaving his clothes on the side and walking over in his tiny dark blue pants to check out the noise, he is greeted by a very drunk Pavi sat in a corner of the room, clutching a bottle of champers and just wearing The Ramos' shirt. Pavi: "Well hellooo there." Niko: "Oh gosh, sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here. Where's Sergio?" Pavi: "I'm not sure, he went to get some whipped cream, but I think he got dragged to the pool by Nando." Trying not to stare at Pavi's bare legs Niko wonder's what to do next in this situation. Pavi: "Why are you only wearing pants?" Feeling very self consious and wondering what Venice would say if she was to walk in on them now, Niko starts to rush out an explanation and beg Pavi not to tell anyone what she'd seen, getting all in a panic he starts to cry a little. Pavi starts to feel sorry for the poor guy and offers him a sympathetic hug, as she embrasses Niko into a bear hug, The Ramos enters the room again carrying whipped cream in one hand and a camera in the other. He see's Niko and an almost naked Pavi cuddling up and goes off in a jealous rage. As he's storming out of the kitchen he spots MXA walking into the ladies bathroom. Seeking revenge on Pavi he follows her in and puts the whip cream and camera to very good use........ Pavi (About Sarah) Nando, Teacher’s cane
Sarah and Cesc were dancing the night away and having a great time and Cesc decided to go to the bar to get a drink. Sarah said she needed to use the toilets so she left him at the bar. Without paying much attention she accidentally walked into the men’s toilet. She ran into Nando and felt embarrassed at her mistake. She turned to leave the bathroom but he stopped her with a hand on the door. When she turned around to tell him she had to get back to Cesc he kissed her. She was surprised but didn’t mind the kiss so she started kissing him back. He pulled away and said she should be punished for walking into the men’s toilet. She couldn’t believe what he was saying since she had always pictured Nando as a very shy and quite guy. He then told her to turn and face the mirror and she saw in the reflection that he was holding a teacher’s cane. Before she could say anything he started to use the cane on her bum and all she could was moan. All of a sudden Pavi walked into the toilets and upon seeing Nando and Sarah started to apologize. The Ramos walked up behind Pavi and saw Nando and Sarah together as well. Sarah quickly left the bathroom to get back to Cesc. As she was talking to Cesc she saw Nando walk by and he winked at her.
Lucy (About MG) The Ramos, A tub of banana body butter
So it's present opening time at my party and the cute Spanish waiters have clubbed together to buy me a special present since I invented them and everything. Rodrigo, the most handsome who looks a lot like Cesc Fabregas, presents me with a basket of luxury bath pampering lotions and creams. At first I'm thinking 'Really? Bath stuff? I get enough of this from kids at school' but when I see the glint in Rodrigo's eye, I see the real purpose of the gift and readily accept it. After opening all the prezzies, I leave them in the cloakroom before Rodrigo and I try and find somewhere to be alone whilst Nando is off having his half hour private time with Pavi. Meanwhile, The Ramos is looking for his wallet and important 'supplies' that lie within. He thinks he left it in his jacket. Off he wanders into the cloakroom and being quite large and strong, manages to knock over a lot of presents. He tries to pick everything up and notices a tub of banana body butter. 'Que?' he thinks. The Ramos likes bananas. He opens the tub with interest and eats some. At that moment, MG slips into the cloakroom, having seen him enter only a few minutes previously and horny for some Ramos love. She sees him tasting the body butter and exclaims that he is wasting the stuff and proceeds to demonstrate how it should be used by ripping open his shirt and applying it with expertise to his fine abs...
Aoife (About Laura) Dagger, A pair of armani boxer shorts
Laura stumbled into the men’s room by mistake. The karaoke had kicked off in the party and Aragones had started belting out the lyrics to Madonna’s “Like a Virgin”.
Standing there, clad only in a pair of Armani boxer shorts, was Daniel Agger. Laura looked at him confusedly, "What are you doing here? This is a party for the Spanish football team. You're Danish, Danny."
Danny looked embarrassed and shuffled, his hands covering his modesty. Laura couldn't take her eyes off his strong arms, covered in tattoos and slightly tanned.
"yes, but I heard from Nando and Pepe that it was a great party and that a cute chica from Merseyside was going to be at it. They said I should come since I’m over here for the match tomorrow. But the security guy wouldn't let me in since I'm not Spanish,” he took a deep breath, “So I went around the side of the building and climbed all the way up the trellis. I squeezed in here through this window -" He indicated a small window up above the row of sinks, from which was hanging a pair of black dress pants and a white shirt. "It was too small and my suit got caught on the hooks when I was climbing in. I lost my footing, slipped, fell and ripped my entire suit."
Laura looked at Danny, her mind working overtime.
"Well Danny, we can't have you standing in here in your skivvies. Come with me and I'll find you something to wear."
They slipped into the anteroom, which was full of comfy couches and had a spare suit hanging on the wall. It was The Ramos's spare. “He likes to mix it up halfway through the evening but he's had far too many shots with Iker to even remember it's here”, Laura explained.
"But Laura, I'm not ready to go to the party yet."
And with that, Danny slipped off those Armani boxers and looked up at Laura, a smirk on his freckled face.
"And I seem to have lost my underwear now too....could you come over here and help me please?"
...............
It was two hours before Laura returned to the party, a little flushed and a lot happier. Danny worked The Ramos's spare suit and kept thinking of the repeat performance he'd be giving Laura later that night in his hotel room.
MG (About Lucy) Stevie G, A bottle of whiskey?
Damn these shoes Lucy thought hobbling outside for a seat on the patio. Slipping them off she sighed at the relief. 'Are you ok?' a voice in the dark asked making her jump. 'Who's there?' Lucy shouted then smiled as Stevie, his forehead wrinkled in concern stepped out of the shadows. 'Its just my feet' she replied 'they're killing me!' 'May I?' he said kneeling in front of her and taking one in his hand. 'Sure' she sighed as he began to massage gently. 'Wow that feels really good!' Lucy whispered 'where did you learn such skills?' 'Oh my ex wife used to wear stupid hooker shoes all the time' Stevie shook his head, 'and she made me massage her bunions when she came home!' 'I have another little trick which might help actually' he grinned blushing slightly. 'Oh yes! you go for your life' Lucy croaked horsely as the sensation in her foot intensified. Reaching behind him Stevie picked up a bottle of whisky and taking a large mouthful lifted an astonished Lucys foot and put the toes into his mouth allowing the cold liquid to run between them numbing the pain and sending tingles up her legs! 'OMG' she groaned 'who taught you to do that?' 'Oh it was my friend Nando' Stevie replied 'actually hes far better at it than I am why don't you come home with me and I'll get him to show you!' Lucy was on her feet in an instant and heading off to get her coat. 'BTW she asked Stevie as they drove to his flat you never said who taught Nando the foot trick?' 'Im not sure' Stevie replied shrugging his shoulders 'I think it was some girl he met in a stationary cupboard once!!'
Beth (About Aoife) VV, A ruler
Once upon a time (i was stuck for an opening) at a stunning house/building a birthday party was being held for a girl called Lucy. She had invited all of her kickette friends and their other halves, although unfortunately one or two were absent so there were some spare ballers roaming around. One of these was a goalie by the name of VV, he was infamous for getting into fights about his position in (or rather out of)the SNT, therfore when he was released by his partner to attend this evenings prestigious bash, he felt slightly out of place and awkward. By the time the clock struck midnight (sorry for all of these fairy tale references my imagination is obviously packing up on me!)he was sitting at the bar downing shots, feeling quite sorry for himself as he was on his own whilst everyone was dancing to beyonce, or dirty dancing, or something similar. At this time, one of lucy's friends turned up late as she had had a prior commitment at a gig. Running in slightly flustered she grabbed a stool and ordered a number of shots, to make up for lost time, not realising that only VV was at the bar. Aoife didn't immediately recognise him, but definitely knew that he was hot. In the mad rush that there was to get to the party Aoife had put her jewellery on in the car, but whilst sitting at the bar she realised that she was missing an earring. She started emptying her bag over the bar surface looking for the earring. Because she was in such a rush to get there Aoife hadn't got around to clearing out her bag and so had alot of random items in there. Most of which, in her haste, she had managed to send flying. Eventually Aoife found the earring, put it in and set about clearing up the bar. As she was closing her handbag, a hand pushed a ruler along the bar towards her. Looking at the ruler Aoife realised it must have been something that she dropped out of her handbag. Trailing her eyes up the arm attached to the ruler, her eyes met those of one VV. Seeing the mischief in those eyes, a thought popped into Aoifes head. She grabbed VV's hand, the one without the ruler, downed her last shot, and with boyzone playing in the background she dragged him off to the cloakroom imagining the fun she could have with that ruler, and hoping no one would notice.
Laura (About MXA) David Silva, Cream cakes
Before they left the house MXA and Xabi had decided not too get too drunk because they wanted to be wide awake when they got home. But after drinking only a few sugary cocktails all night she was starting to get the shakes (ha what a lush) so on the pretence of getting some food from the buffet MXA sneaked off into the gardens with her hip flask and so she didn’t feel too guilty she grabbed some cream cakes on her way out. Once outside she found a nice secluded spot away from the debauchery in the pool. After a few minutes she hears a rustling and goes to investigate. She pushes her way through some shrubs only to find David Silva tied to a tree. ‘What the hell?’ says MXA shocked at the sight of him. ‘Thank god MXA, Gina tied me to this tree and I think she’s ran off with Villa and forgotten about me. I am starving!’ MXA shakes her head and walking over to him, shoves a rather large cream cake in his mouth. Some cream drops off and slides down his chest and MXA’s (very rarely dirty) mind goes into overdrive. She hurries back to the party quickly leaving poor David stranded and unable to shout for help with the cake in his tiny mouth. Grabbing Xabi away from the bar she tells him its time to go. Now where will I find some whipped cream and rope at this time of night she wonders.
VG (About Beth) Minty, A pink thong
Beth and I are chatting with a cute waiter, when all of a sudden we hear a loud thump coming from the pool area. We seem to be the only ones who heard it so we run to investigate. The pool area is dark and silent. I am about to turn the lights on when all of a sudden we hear a female voice screaming: These? You want me to put up with these? Which was quickly followed by a loud splash and sound of heels leaving the area. After the first shock (seeing it was Minty), we finally manage to get him out of the water. His hand is strangely formed into a fist and it's visible he's holding to something tightly. Bring some water, Beth says to me. Don't you think he had enough of it already, I reply. Water she says and her eyes convince me it's better to obey her. Beth in the mean time takes a box of tissues out of her Gucci bag and gently starts caressing his cheecks. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at her: why are you doing this? I thought you needed some help she replies while taking another tissue. They sit in silence for a moment. What are those, Beth asks pointing to a wet, creased peace of cloth lying close to them. Where did you get this, he asks panically looking at his now empty hand visibly blushing. She smiles and carreses his cheek again, this time without the tissue: Girlfriend didn't like them? She leans to give him a kiss.. No, they're mine actually he says with cheeks burning furiously. You mean, this am, well those errr these PINK thongs are actually yours!!??!!
Steph (About Venice) Xabi, A wooden spoon
Xabi has a type tonight and that type is Redheads Xabi came to Lucy’s party looking quite exquisite. He was on the arm of the gorgeous MXA who he loved very dearly. Well while at the party, Xabi decided to cut loose a little. He began drinking some and eventually got a little wild by removing his jacket, taking his tie off and rolling up his sleeves. He was having a killer time talking it up with Nando and even participating in the Macarena. After dancing he decided he was hungry and headed off to the buffet where he spotted another gorgeous redhead with a wooden spoon. He walks over to find out who it is, but she then soon disappears into the vast crowd of dancing Spaniards. He tries to make her out by following the red hair, but there being so many redheaded kickettes, he soon gives up. Xabi, being a little disappointed at not meeting her heads back to spend some time with MXA. He begins chatting it up with TOH, and even though he is happy to be reunited with the SNT captain again, he still feels that pit in his stomach that is longing for his new red headed Lolita. He sees his EPL rival Cesc from across the room with a redhead and gets his hopes up, he sneaks away from MXA hoping that it is the one he longs for, but when he gets there, she is a beautiful red head in a silky green dress, but alas, it is not the one of whom he seeks. Being disappointed and feeling bad for lusting after another woman with MXA there, Xabi decides to call it a night and heads back to the cloak room to grab his jacket. He puts his coat back on proper and heads out with his head down. He goes back to the dining room to see if he can spot his new crush, but again is disappointed. He is finally convinced that she just doesn’t exist and heads for the door. He is just about ready to get into his car (which is spotless clean for some reason??? ;)) when he hears a voice calling after him. He turns around and sees the gorgeous girl who had the wooden spoon and can’t help but smile. She runs up to him and hands him his tie. “here Xabi, don’t forget this.” She says Xabi is totally enamored and just stares at her, his eyes as wide as his mouth. The girl not knowing what was wrong with him, then goes to put the tie around his neck and as she reaches around, Xabi pulls her in and kisses her. It was the best kiss of Xabis life, but the girl seems a little uncomfortable and pulls herself away. “what are you doing?” she asks Xabi, never experiencing rejection before manages to stumble out “I saw you with the wooden spoon and just thought you were gorgeous. I, I , I just couldn’t help myself.” The girl looks at him with a piteous smile and responds, “well I’m here with Niko, and I don’t think he would be very happy if he caught me kissing some other guy, I’m sorry , but I have to go back inside.” The girl then turns away and as she starts walking Xabi stops her “Can I at least know your name?” “Venice” says the girl and then proceeds to walk back inside
Sarah (About Gina) Cesc, Sleeping bag
It was quite late, but the party was still in full swing. Sarah had abandoned Cesc on the dance floor in favor of the free whiskey shots at the bar, and he was trying desperately not to be too heartbroken. [Author’s note: Impossible, I know! I’m so irresistible…just ask Nando. ] But he was doing a pretty good job of distracting himself by dancing crazily with Lucy to the weird catchy foreign song. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Gina stumble to the stairwell and start to climb the twisting steps. She looks a bit inebriated by this point in the night, and being the nice guy he is, he starts to worry that she might fall and hurt herself. He rushes to the bottom of the stairs, but before he could start to climb, he sees her shooting back down, sliding on a sleeping bag that she found in the cloakroom! (I guess someone had brought it to the party hoping to get lucky with their date—or someone else’s—by the end of the night.) She knocks him over, and in the ensuing tangle finds herself lying on top of him, with the sleeping bag under them both. She stares deep into his eyes, then gives him a little wink and whispers,“Why don’t we see if we can find a better use for this sleeping bag?”Cesc cracks a smile, and being the gentleman that he is, helps her to her feet. However, as soon as they’re both up, he snatches the sleeping bag from the ground and dashes up the stairs, yelling “My turn, my turn!” Gina rolls her eyes, and walks away, trying to remember where she tied up David Silva.
Venice (About Steph) Villa, A feather duster
Even though his friends tried to pay attention to him as much as possible, David Villa couldn't help but feel left out a little after seeing his teammates and their dates getting jiggy with it on the dancefloor, drinking and having fun. He cursed the damn muscle injury under his breath. Even though he could move, it still hurt him and as the doctors said there was a slim chance of him making an appearance in the final match vs Germany, he didn't want to do anything to strain that muscle even more.So there he was, on the sofa in the gallery, watching his friends having the time of their lives, clutching his drink and feeling lonely. He's had a few too many already and was getting sleepy. His head was heavy and he leaned back, closing his eyes.He thought he was dreaming when he felt soft fabric covering his eyelids, wraping around his head. He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't see anything really. "What's going on?" he wondered and tried to complain, but curiosity kicked in and he decided to wait and see what will happen. He felt a light touch sliding across the back of his neck behind his ears, brushing against his shoulders. It was light enough not to irritate or tickle him, but still enough to give him goosebumps."Who's that?" he asked, letting out a small gasp before that.No reply. He leaned back more, hoping that the gentle caress wouldn't stop. He shuddered but not in a bad way when he felt a small hand unbuttoning his shirt. He gave in without resistance. "Who are you?" he asked again with a smile on his lips."You can call me Ms TOH." he heard a female voice whispering. "OOh this is exciting", he thought. He felt the same delicate touch all down his chest and stomach. He was shivering now, felt hot and cold at the same time. He sensed some movement south of the bellybutton. His hot Spanish blood begin to boil and he couldn't take this any more. He tried to grab the hand that was teasing him, but he got hold of something thin and furry. Not knowing what was going on, Villa stripped his blindfold and to his surprise found out he was holding a feather duster. He turned around swiftly but all he saw was a female figure vanishing into the dark. He got up and tried to follow her, but he couldn't see past the crowd. Feeling bittersweet, he sat back on the couch and skimmed his eyes through the crowd of his friends and their dates. He caught the intense look of a girl next to the god himself. When she caught his eyes, she raised an eyebrow, smiled and turned back to Raul. David Villa smiled and poured himself another drink.
Gina (About VG) Luis Garcia, Handcuffs
Ok, there are a few extra characters in there, but they were kind of necessary to make the story flow :)
VG walks into the party a little late to find it’s already in full swing and there’s chaos ensuing on the dance floor. There’s a whole load of ballers dancing away, seemingly oblivious to anything or anyone around them. As she was about to make her way downstairs to join everyone else, she heard a quiet sob coming from the right. Shocked, she looked down to find none other than Luis Garcia cuffed to the banister, a sad look on his face.
“Are you ok there?” She asked, and the little Spaniard looked up at her, his eyes glistening.
“No…I came up…here for a few minutes.” He was choking back sobs between words and she sat down next to him, being careful not to crumple her dress and giving him a sympathetic pat on the back. “And I bumped into Gina…with the two Davids. There was a bit of…confusion, and next thing I know, I’m sat here…cuffed to these stairs and…they’ve left me.”
“I’ll be back in a second, I’m just going to see if I can find anyone to help.”
She left him sat on the stairs alone, quickly tracking down Gina who was in a bit of a panic.
“VG, have you seen my handcuffs? Villa’s been playing up and I could have sworn I had them earlier…”
“Yep, poor Luis is cuffed to the banister upstairs. Do you have the keys?”
Gina handed them over and VG ran back up the stairs to uncuff Luis, who was currently inconsolable. She quickly uncuffed him, and he rubbed his wrist gingerly, checking for any damage.
“Thank you so much.” He said. “I was worried I’d be up here all evening, everyone else seems to be having so much fun. How can I repay you?”
She thought carefully for a few moments before placing a kiss on the shocked Spaniards’ lips.
“Well, I have a date to the party already, I believe you know him quite well. I was wondering how you’d feel about making a return to Liverpool.”
He smiled, giving her a sly wink before replying. “I shall talk to my agent, but you know these things are complicated, no?”
“Try your best and I’ll make it worth your while.”
MXA (About Pavi) Niko, Pan scrub
Niko had been sent to the bar again by Venice demanding another line of shots!! He being the dutiful date didn't dare disagree with her. On his way, he cuaght a tumbling MXA, who had been spinning around the dance floor in a drunken state. As they collided she spilt her cocktail all down his shirt and trousers. Sighing at the stupid womans mistake, Niko headed to the kitchen area to clean himself up. Looking around for something to wipe away the bright blue mess, he spots a pan scrub and decides to give it a go. The kitchen looked empty so Niko removed his clothes to really get scrubbing at the stain, all of a sudden he hear's a crash in the store room. Leaving his clothes on the side and walking over in his tiny dark blue pants to check out the noise, he is greeted by a very drunk Pavi sat in a corner of the room, clutching a bottle of champers and just wearing The Ramos' shirt. Pavi: "Well hellooo there." Niko: "Oh gosh, sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here. Where's Sergio?" Pavi: "I'm not sure, he went to get some whipped cream, but I think he got dragged to the pool by Nando." Trying not to stare at Pavi's bare legs Niko wonder's what to do next in this situation. Pavi: "Why are you only wearing pants?" Feeling very self consious and wondering what Venice would say if she was to walk in on them now, Niko starts to rush out an explanation and beg Pavi not to tell anyone what she'd seen, getting all in a panic he starts to cry a little. Pavi starts to feel sorry for the poor guy and offers him a sympathetic hug, as she embrasses Niko into a bear hug, The Ramos enters the room again carrying whipped cream in one hand and a camera in the other. He see's Niko and an almost naked Pavi cuddling up and goes off in a jealous rage. As he's storming out of the kitchen he spots MXA walking into the ladies bathroom. Seeking revenge on Pavi he follows her in and puts the whip cream and camera to very good use........ Pavi (About Sarah) Nando, Teacher’s cane
Sarah and Cesc were dancing the night away and having a great time and Cesc decided to go to the bar to get a drink. Sarah said she needed to use the toilets so she left him at the bar. Without paying much attention she accidentally walked into the men’s toilet. She ran into Nando and felt embarrassed at her mistake. She turned to leave the bathroom but he stopped her with a hand on the door. When she turned around to tell him she had to get back to Cesc he kissed her. She was surprised but didn’t mind the kiss so she started kissing him back. He pulled away and said she should be punished for walking into the men’s toilet. She couldn’t believe what he was saying since she had always pictured Nando as a very shy and quite guy. He then told her to turn and face the mirror and she saw in the reflection that he was holding a teacher’s cane. Before she could say anything he started to use the cane on her bum and all she could was moan. All of a sudden Pavi walked into the toilets and upon seeing Nando and Sarah started to apologize. The Ramos walked up behind Pavi and saw Nando and Sarah together as well. Sarah quickly left the bathroom to get back to Cesc. As she was talking to Cesc she saw Nando walk by and he winked at her.
Lucy (About MG) The Ramos, A tub of banana body butter
So it's present opening time at my party and the cute Spanish waiters have clubbed together to buy me a special present since I invented them and everything. Rodrigo, the most handsome who looks a lot like Cesc Fabregas, presents me with a basket of luxury bath pampering lotions and creams. At first I'm thinking 'Really? Bath stuff? I get enough of this from kids at school' but when I see the glint in Rodrigo's eye, I see the real purpose of the gift and readily accept it. After opening all the prezzies, I leave them in the cloakroom before Rodrigo and I try and find somewhere to be alone whilst Nando is off having his half hour private time with Pavi. Meanwhile, The Ramos is looking for his wallet and important 'supplies' that lie within. He thinks he left it in his jacket. Off he wanders into the cloakroom and being quite large and strong, manages to knock over a lot of presents. He tries to pick everything up and notices a tub of banana body butter. 'Que?' he thinks. The Ramos likes bananas. He opens the tub with interest and eats some. At that moment, MG slips into the cloakroom, having seen him enter only a few minutes previously and horny for some Ramos love. She sees him tasting the body butter and exclaims that he is wasting the stuff and proceeds to demonstrate how it should be used by ripping open his shirt and applying it with expertise to his fine abs...
Aoife (About Laura) Dagger, A pair of armani boxer shorts
Laura stumbled into the men’s room by mistake. The karaoke had kicked off in the party and Aragones had started belting out the lyrics to Madonna’s “Like a Virgin”.
Standing there, clad only in a pair of Armani boxer shorts, was Daniel Agger. Laura looked at him confusedly, "What are you doing here? This is a party for the Spanish football team. You're Danish, Danny."
Danny looked embarrassed and shuffled, his hands covering his modesty. Laura couldn't take her eyes off his strong arms, covered in tattoos and slightly tanned.
"yes, but I heard from Nando and Pepe that it was a great party and that a cute chica from Merseyside was going to be at it. They said I should come since I’m over here for the match tomorrow. But the security guy wouldn't let me in since I'm not Spanish,” he took a deep breath, “So I went around the side of the building and climbed all the way up the trellis. I squeezed in here through this window -" He indicated a small window up above the row of sinks, from which was hanging a pair of black dress pants and a white shirt. "It was too small and my suit got caught on the hooks when I was climbing in. I lost my footing, slipped, fell and ripped my entire suit."
Laura looked at Danny, her mind working overtime.
"Well Danny, we can't have you standing in here in your skivvies. Come with me and I'll find you something to wear."
They slipped into the anteroom, which was full of comfy couches and had a spare suit hanging on the wall. It was The Ramos's spare. “He likes to mix it up halfway through the evening but he's had far too many shots with Iker to even remember it's here”, Laura explained.
"But Laura, I'm not ready to go to the party yet."
And with that, Danny slipped off those Armani boxers and looked up at Laura, a smirk on his freckled face.
"And I seem to have lost my underwear now too....could you come over here and help me please?"
...............
It was two hours before Laura returned to the party, a little flushed and a lot happier. Danny worked The Ramos's spare suit and kept thinking of the repeat performance he'd be giving Laura later that night in his hotel room.
MG (About Lucy) Stevie G, A bottle of whiskey?
Damn these shoes Lucy thought hobbling outside for a seat on the patio. Slipping them off she sighed at the relief. 'Are you ok?' a voice in the dark asked making her jump. 'Who's there?' Lucy shouted then smiled as Stevie, his forehead wrinkled in concern stepped out of the shadows. 'Its just my feet' she replied 'they're killing me!' 'May I?' he said kneeling in front of her and taking one in his hand. 'Sure' she sighed as he began to massage gently. 'Wow that feels really good!' Lucy whispered 'where did you learn such skills?' 'Oh my ex wife used to wear stupid hooker shoes all the time' Stevie shook his head, 'and she made me massage her bunions when she came home!' 'I have another little trick which might help actually' he grinned blushing slightly. 'Oh yes! you go for your life' Lucy croaked horsely as the sensation in her foot intensified. Reaching behind him Stevie picked up a bottle of whisky and taking a large mouthful lifted an astonished Lucys foot and put the toes into his mouth allowing the cold liquid to run between them numbing the pain and sending tingles up her legs! 'OMG' she groaned 'who taught you to do that?' 'Oh it was my friend Nando' Stevie replied 'actually hes far better at it than I am why don't you come home with me and I'll get him to show you!' Lucy was on her feet in an instant and heading off to get her coat. 'BTW she asked Stevie as they drove to his flat you never said who taught Nando the foot trick?' 'Im not sure' Stevie replied shrugging his shoulders 'I think it was some girl he met in a stationary cupboard once!!'
Beth (About Aoife) VV, A ruler
Once upon a time (i was stuck for an opening) at a stunning house/building a birthday party was being held for a girl called Lucy. She had invited all of her kickette friends and their other halves, although unfortunately one or two were absent so there were some spare ballers roaming around. One of these was a goalie by the name of VV, he was infamous for getting into fights about his position in (or rather out of)the SNT, therfore when he was released by his partner to attend this evenings prestigious bash, he felt slightly out of place and awkward. By the time the clock struck midnight (sorry for all of these fairy tale references my imagination is obviously packing up on me!)he was sitting at the bar downing shots, feeling quite sorry for himself as he was on his own whilst everyone was dancing to beyonce, or dirty dancing, or something similar. At this time, one of lucy's friends turned up late as she had had a prior commitment at a gig. Running in slightly flustered she grabbed a stool and ordered a number of shots, to make up for lost time, not realising that only VV was at the bar. Aoife didn't immediately recognise him, but definitely knew that he was hot. In the mad rush that there was to get to the party Aoife had put her jewellery on in the car, but whilst sitting at the bar she realised that she was missing an earring. She started emptying her bag over the bar surface looking for the earring. Because she was in such a rush to get there Aoife hadn't got around to clearing out her bag and so had alot of random items in there. Most of which, in her haste, she had managed to send flying. Eventually Aoife found the earring, put it in and set about clearing up the bar. As she was closing her handbag, a hand pushed a ruler along the bar towards her. Looking at the ruler Aoife realised it must have been something that she dropped out of her handbag. Trailing her eyes up the arm attached to the ruler, her eyes met those of one VV. Seeing the mischief in those eyes, a thought popped into Aoifes head. She grabbed VV's hand, the one without the ruler, downed her last shot, and with boyzone playing in the background she dragged him off to the cloakroom imagining the fun she could have with that ruler, and hoping no one would notice.
Laura (About MXA) David Silva, Cream cakes
Before they left the house MXA and Xabi had decided not too get too drunk because they wanted to be wide awake when they got home. But after drinking only a few sugary cocktails all night she was starting to get the shakes (ha what a lush) so on the pretence of getting some food from the buffet MXA sneaked off into the gardens with her hip flask and so she didn’t feel too guilty she grabbed some cream cakes on her way out. Once outside she found a nice secluded spot away from the debauchery in the pool. After a few minutes she hears a rustling and goes to investigate. She pushes her way through some shrubs only to find David Silva tied to a tree. ‘What the hell?’ says MXA shocked at the sight of him. ‘Thank god MXA, Gina tied me to this tree and I think she’s ran off with Villa and forgotten about me. I am starving!’ MXA shakes her head and walking over to him, shoves a rather large cream cake in his mouth. Some cream drops off and slides down his chest and MXA’s (very rarely dirty) mind goes into overdrive. She hurries back to the party quickly leaving poor David stranded and unable to shout for help with the cake in his tiny mouth. Grabbing Xabi away from the bar she tells him its time to go. Now where will I find some whipped cream and rope at this time of night she wonders.
VG (About Beth) Minty, A pink thong
Beth and I are chatting with a cute waiter, when all of a sudden we hear a loud thump coming from the pool area. We seem to be the only ones who heard it so we run to investigate. The pool area is dark and silent. I am about to turn the lights on when all of a sudden we hear a female voice screaming: These? You want me to put up with these? Which was quickly followed by a loud splash and sound of heels leaving the area. After the first shock (seeing it was Minty), we finally manage to get him out of the water. His hand is strangely formed into a fist and it's visible he's holding to something tightly. Bring some water, Beth says to me. Don't you think he had enough of it already, I reply. Water she says and her eyes convince me it's better to obey her. Beth in the mean time takes a box of tissues out of her Gucci bag and gently starts caressing his cheecks. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at her: why are you doing this? I thought you needed some help she replies while taking another tissue. They sit in silence for a moment. What are those, Beth asks pointing to a wet, creased peace of cloth lying close to them. Where did you get this, he asks panically looking at his now empty hand visibly blushing. She smiles and carreses his cheek again, this time without the tissue: Girlfriend didn't like them? She leans to give him a kiss.. No, they're mine actually he says with cheeks burning furiously. You mean, this am, well those errr these PINK thongs are actually yours!!??!!
Steph (About Venice) Xabi, A wooden spoon
Xabi has a type tonight and that type is Redheads Xabi came to Lucy’s party looking quite exquisite. He was on the arm of the gorgeous MXA who he loved very dearly. Well while at the party, Xabi decided to cut loose a little. He began drinking some and eventually got a little wild by removing his jacket, taking his tie off and rolling up his sleeves. He was having a killer time talking it up with Nando and even participating in the Macarena. After dancing he decided he was hungry and headed off to the buffet where he spotted another gorgeous redhead with a wooden spoon. He walks over to find out who it is, but she then soon disappears into the vast crowd of dancing Spaniards. He tries to make her out by following the red hair, but there being so many redheaded kickettes, he soon gives up. Xabi, being a little disappointed at not meeting her heads back to spend some time with MXA. He begins chatting it up with TOH, and even though he is happy to be reunited with the SNT captain again, he still feels that pit in his stomach that is longing for his new red headed Lolita. He sees his EPL rival Cesc from across the room with a redhead and gets his hopes up, he sneaks away from MXA hoping that it is the one he longs for, but when he gets there, she is a beautiful red head in a silky green dress, but alas, it is not the one of whom he seeks. Being disappointed and feeling bad for lusting after another woman with MXA there, Xabi decides to call it a night and heads back to the cloak room to grab his jacket. He puts his coat back on proper and heads out with his head down. He goes back to the dining room to see if he can spot his new crush, but again is disappointed. He is finally convinced that she just doesn’t exist and heads for the door. He is just about ready to get into his car (which is spotless clean for some reason??? ;)) when he hears a voice calling after him. He turns around and sees the gorgeous girl who had the wooden spoon and can’t help but smile. She runs up to him and hands him his tie. “here Xabi, don’t forget this.” She says Xabi is totally enamored and just stares at her, his eyes as wide as his mouth. The girl not knowing what was wrong with him, then goes to put the tie around his neck and as she reaches around, Xabi pulls her in and kisses her. It was the best kiss of Xabis life, but the girl seems a little uncomfortable and pulls herself away. “what are you doing?” she asks Xabi, never experiencing rejection before manages to stumble out “I saw you with the wooden spoon and just thought you were gorgeous. I, I , I just couldn’t help myself.” The girl looks at him with a piteous smile and responds, “well I’m here with Niko, and I don’t think he would be very happy if he caught me kissing some other guy, I’m sorry , but I have to go back inside.” The girl then turns away and as she starts walking Xabi stops her “Can I at least know your name?” “Venice” says the girl and then proceeds to walk back inside
Sarah (About Gina) Cesc, Sleeping bag
It was quite late, but the party was still in full swing. Sarah had abandoned Cesc on the dance floor in favor of the free whiskey shots at the bar, and he was trying desperately not to be too heartbroken. [Author’s note: Impossible, I know! I’m so irresistible…just ask Nando. ] But he was doing a pretty good job of distracting himself by dancing crazily with Lucy to the weird catchy foreign song. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Gina stumble to the stairwell and start to climb the twisting steps. She looks a bit inebriated by this point in the night, and being the nice guy he is, he starts to worry that she might fall and hurt herself. He rushes to the bottom of the stairs, but before he could start to climb, he sees her shooting back down, sliding on a sleeping bag that she found in the cloakroom! (I guess someone had brought it to the party hoping to get lucky with their date—or someone else’s—by the end of the night.) She knocks him over, and in the ensuing tangle finds herself lying on top of him, with the sleeping bag under them both. She stares deep into his eyes, then gives him a little wink and whispers,“Why don’t we see if we can find a better use for this sleeping bag?”Cesc cracks a smile, and being the gentleman that he is, helps her to her feet. However, as soon as they’re both up, he snatches the sleeping bag from the ground and dashes up the stairs, yelling “My turn, my turn!” Gina rolls her eyes, and walks away, trying to remember where she tied up David Silva.
Venice (About Steph) Villa, A feather duster
Even though his friends tried to pay attention to him as much as possible, David Villa couldn't help but feel left out a little after seeing his teammates and their dates getting jiggy with it on the dancefloor, drinking and having fun. He cursed the damn muscle injury under his breath. Even though he could move, it still hurt him and as the doctors said there was a slim chance of him making an appearance in the final match vs Germany, he didn't want to do anything to strain that muscle even more.So there he was, on the sofa in the gallery, watching his friends having the time of their lives, clutching his drink and feeling lonely. He's had a few too many already and was getting sleepy. His head was heavy and he leaned back, closing his eyes.He thought he was dreaming when he felt soft fabric covering his eyelids, wraping around his head. He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't see anything really. "What's going on?" he wondered and tried to complain, but curiosity kicked in and he decided to wait and see what will happen. He felt a light touch sliding across the back of his neck behind his ears, brushing against his shoulders. It was light enough not to irritate or tickle him, but still enough to give him goosebumps."Who's that?" he asked, letting out a small gasp before that.No reply. He leaned back more, hoping that the gentle caress wouldn't stop. He shuddered but not in a bad way when he felt a small hand unbuttoning his shirt. He gave in without resistance. "Who are you?" he asked again with a smile on his lips."You can call me Ms TOH." he heard a female voice whispering. "OOh this is exciting", he thought. He felt the same delicate touch all down his chest and stomach. He was shivering now, felt hot and cold at the same time. He sensed some movement south of the bellybutton. His hot Spanish blood begin to boil and he couldn't take this any more. He tried to grab the hand that was teasing him, but he got hold of something thin and furry. Not knowing what was going on, Villa stripped his blindfold and to his surprise found out he was holding a feather duster. He turned around swiftly but all he saw was a female figure vanishing into the dark. He got up and tried to follow her, but he couldn't see past the crowd. Feeling bittersweet, he sat back on the couch and skimmed his eyes through the crowd of his friends and their dates. He caught the intense look of a girl next to the god himself. When she caught his eyes, she raised an eyebrow, smiled and turned back to Raul. David Villa smiled and poured himself another drink.
Pavi (About Sarah) Nando, teacher's cane.
Sarah and Cesc were dancing the night away and having a great time and Cesc decided to go to the bar to get a drink. Sarah said she needed to use the toilets so she left him at the bar. Without paying much attention she accidentally walked into the men’s toilet. She ran into Nando and felt embarrassed at her mistake. She turned to leave the bathroom but he stopped her with a hand on the door. When she turned around to tell him she had to get back to Cesc he kissed her. She was surprised but didn’t mind the kiss so she started kissing him back. He pulled away and said she should be punished for walking into the men’s toilet. She couldn’t believe what he was saying since she had always pictured Nando as a very shy and quite guy. He then told her to turn and face the mirror and she saw in the reflection that he was holding a teacher’s cane. Before she could say anything he started to use the cane on her bum and all she could was moan.
All of a sudden Pavi walked into the toilets and upon seeing Nando and Sarah started to apologize. The Ramos walked up behind Pavi and saw Nando and Sarah together as well. Sarah quickly left the bathroom to get back to Cesc. As she was talking to Cesc she saw Nando walk by and he winked at her.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
MG's Scenario game results Part 1
Gina Footballers wedding, Xabi, Salad tongs
I really don't have a clue where the salad tongs come into the football wedding of
the year :S This is bound to be rubbish...
Maybe I can use them as a starting point for the conversation lol. 'Hey, salad tongs
were my wedding present to them, think of your own please.'
Oooh no, I've got it. This is the part where I'm glad I watch Friends! I could offer
to give him a full body massage, but seeing as MXA has banned me from touching his knees, I use the salad tongs instead LOL!!! Sorry MXA, but I'll be getting very hands on for the rest of him ;)
Venice Salon, VV, Sleeping bag
Victor Valdes is insanely jealous of Íker and his incredible performances. Why do his
look so pale in comparison? what does this guy have that I dont? how does he do it?
He's read about about Íker's bright orange kit and how it supposedly scares off the
strikers. That's it! he goes. Scare is the word!
"I want one of those", he goes to the manager. "Lol, dude are you stupid? You think the bright orange kit will make you Saint Íker? I have better ways to spend my money, like burning it", the manager laughs it off.
But Victor is plagued by this idea of manning up. OMG what do I do? How do I become, grrrr, scary? I look like the underage gardener from Desperate Housewives.
Ribery is super scary but argh that scar is too much.
Agger tattoos are fearsome, but Victor can't handle much pain.
I got it, he screams! I'll shave my head.
He struts in my salon and says, off with it!!! in an authoritative way. The head, I ask?
Um no dude the hair, he replies rolling his eyes.
Is it OK? I ask after I'm done.
Is it scary? he goes.
Ooooh it's Super Scary!!! I wink and Victor's super pleased.
The business is slow and I doze off by the end of the day, only to be awaken by the
hysterical banging on the door of my now closed salon. I open up and see VV in tears,
panting. Help me please, he goes. What's wrong I ask.
I was just about to enter my house buy my WAG saw me through the window and thought I was an escaped convict and started yelling she'll call the police and sent them super scary dobermans after me. I barely escaped. What if my friends react the same? I thought I should come here since you were the only one who knew of my new hair. Can I crash here tonight?
Hm, I think to myself. This might not be such a bad idea after all. He is so super scary
now he can watch over my salon.
Sure. Here's a sleeping bag, the floor's very comfy.
I even tuck him in.
Pity sex? he asks his eyes as wide as saucers.
Lol dude, not when I got Íker upstairs.
I chuckle quietly as I leave the salon accompanied by a horrified NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo...!!!
MG Ghost train, Minty, Black felt tip
Ahhhh! so Minty and I are on the ghost train its very dark and scary so obviously I have to sit on his knee and bury my face in his (very tanned) chest!
EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK! a werewolf!!! Oh no sorry its just Villa in another carriage! Panic over!
Blimey im so hot on here I can feel my clothes just sliding off and Mintys obviously
feeling it too - his white shirt and trousers are so wet theyve gone see through!
Damn these tiny carriages theres so little room and im sitting on the steering knob -
oh no perhaps im not!!!!
Finished already damn I think I need another ride!
and I wonder who wrote 'Moonie was ere' in black felt tip all over poor Minty???
Pavi Ghost train, David V, Black silk hot pants
I'm on the ghost ride with Villa and it's scary so I'm sitting very close to him.
I look over and see Moonie and Minty getting hot and heavy so I start kissing Villa.
I climb onto his lap and we start making out and it’s very intense.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel so I go to get off Villa and I realize my pants
are off and I’m wearing only my black silk hotpants.
It's not very sexual and a bit lame but at least I tried.
MXA Salon, The Ramos, Scouring brush
Ok, so The Ramos struts into MXA's salon asking for his usual wash and blow dry. As he's led to the basin and laid back ready to have those long lock's de-greased I noticed he has scratches along his neckline. Not wanting to intrude and knowing of his sexual antic's I ignore the marks and get to scrubbing his head.
Once he has clean and fresh smelling hair, as apossed to the sweat and skank smell that was leaking from his roots, I take him over to the mirror ready to dry him. As he sit's down and his short's rise I noticed more scratches on his knees. Now I have to ask what his been up to. So The Ramos lets out a deep sigh and tells me his story.
The Ramos: "Well you see, it's all Nando's fault!! he moved away to Engerrrland and left me with no play mates. So I've been throwing myself into the world of women. Luckily the can't get enough of the stupd muffin that I am, but it can get tiring ya know?! Anyway the kid can't get enough of my wild stories, he get's so excited hearing of my new conquest. But now we're here and I;m so busy with training and trying to avoid Luis touching me up, I havn't had thetime or the energy to pick up women. Soo, I used a scouring brush to make it look like I'd had a wild session last night and so El Freckle will still look up to me and think I'm a sex god!!
Poor Mr Sergio, such a hard life being one so hot. As I finish his blow dry and offer him a quick boob grab to cheer him up he slips the tea girl his number and leave the shop with a flick of his new shiny hair and a quick finger gun in the mirror.
Laura Beach bbq, Cesc and Alex's hooker shoes
Ok.. sorry if this is horrendous
Right so im at a beach BBQ and its on Caldy beach which is where all the local ballers live so its no surprise to see a few here too. Any I fancy? Oo yeah stevie is here!.. but alex is here too darn. Well I’ll just mingle then, its getting darker and after a few beers everyone will look fab anyway!
Time for marshmallows! But ive got nothing to hold them over the fire with :S I look around for something. ‘Let me’ says an accented voice who takes my marshmallow and spears it on the 6 inch heel of a shoe and holds it over the fire. Its Cesc Fabregas, typical off my luck! Where are all the hot Merseyside Spaniards? We chat anyhow and he is quite sweet and I must be pretty wasted by now because im having an urge to lick the bits of marshmallow on his cheek.. SO I DO (Im being adventurous SBAers). He responds rather too positively and I have to tell him to cool it because he is nowhere near the top of my SBA finest 5!
‘Oh sorry’ he says looking aghast and when I propose a bit of heavy petting in exchange for Iker’s phone number and a good reference he quickly accepts! Young men, so easy! I can’t wait to make a date with a real Spanish man ;)
VG
Iker and I decided to see a movie as sort of belated birthday , it's been so long since we went out like this, lets just say we were, well, busy celebrating otherwise. ;o) I let him pick the movie and so as always when men picking the movie, I got bored. He on the other hand was filling his mouth with popcorn and had eyes only for the movie. Not used to being neglected, my hand accidentally landed on his knee but Iker was again too busy to notice.
Being a bit annoyed, my hand slowly made its way upwards. Unbuttoning his trousers, he began to pay me a bit more attention and suddenly we found ourselves quite comfortable on the back seats. Luckily the movie was loud and we were the only one in the back row so we could really seize the moment. We were slowly getting towards our khm, lets just call it happy time as we suddenly heard wolf wistles coming from the audio/video room above us. We were really embarassed so we got dressed as quick as possible and head home.
A week later he received a packet via post. I found him laughing by the door with nice
black armani undies in one hand and »we believe this is yours, best wishes« note in the other.
I really don't have a clue where the salad tongs come into the football wedding of
the year :S This is bound to be rubbish...
Maybe I can use them as a starting point for the conversation lol. 'Hey, salad tongs
were my wedding present to them, think of your own please.'
Oooh no, I've got it. This is the part where I'm glad I watch Friends! I could offer
to give him a full body massage, but seeing as MXA has banned me from touching his knees, I use the salad tongs instead LOL!!! Sorry MXA, but I'll be getting very hands on for the rest of him ;)
Venice Salon, VV, Sleeping bag
Victor Valdes is insanely jealous of Íker and his incredible performances. Why do his
look so pale in comparison? what does this guy have that I dont? how does he do it?
He's read about about Íker's bright orange kit and how it supposedly scares off the
strikers. That's it! he goes. Scare is the word!
"I want one of those", he goes to the manager. "Lol, dude are you stupid? You think the bright orange kit will make you Saint Íker? I have better ways to spend my money, like burning it", the manager laughs it off.
But Victor is plagued by this idea of manning up. OMG what do I do? How do I become, grrrr, scary? I look like the underage gardener from Desperate Housewives.
Ribery is super scary but argh that scar is too much.
Agger tattoos are fearsome, but Victor can't handle much pain.
I got it, he screams! I'll shave my head.
He struts in my salon and says, off with it!!! in an authoritative way. The head, I ask?
Um no dude the hair, he replies rolling his eyes.
Is it OK? I ask after I'm done.
Is it scary? he goes.
Ooooh it's Super Scary!!! I wink and Victor's super pleased.
The business is slow and I doze off by the end of the day, only to be awaken by the
hysterical banging on the door of my now closed salon. I open up and see VV in tears,
panting. Help me please, he goes. What's wrong I ask.
I was just about to enter my house buy my WAG saw me through the window and thought I was an escaped convict and started yelling she'll call the police and sent them super scary dobermans after me. I barely escaped. What if my friends react the same? I thought I should come here since you were the only one who knew of my new hair. Can I crash here tonight?
Hm, I think to myself. This might not be such a bad idea after all. He is so super scary
now he can watch over my salon.
Sure. Here's a sleeping bag, the floor's very comfy.
I even tuck him in.
Pity sex? he asks his eyes as wide as saucers.
Lol dude, not when I got Íker upstairs.
I chuckle quietly as I leave the salon accompanied by a horrified NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo...!!!
MG Ghost train, Minty, Black felt tip
Ahhhh! so Minty and I are on the ghost train its very dark and scary so obviously I have to sit on his knee and bury my face in his (very tanned) chest!
EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK! a werewolf!!! Oh no sorry its just Villa in another carriage! Panic over!
Blimey im so hot on here I can feel my clothes just sliding off and Mintys obviously
feeling it too - his white shirt and trousers are so wet theyve gone see through!
Damn these tiny carriages theres so little room and im sitting on the steering knob -
oh no perhaps im not!!!!
Finished already damn I think I need another ride!
and I wonder who wrote 'Moonie was ere' in black felt tip all over poor Minty???
Pavi Ghost train, David V, Black silk hot pants
I'm on the ghost ride with Villa and it's scary so I'm sitting very close to him.
I look over and see Moonie and Minty getting hot and heavy so I start kissing Villa.
I climb onto his lap and we start making out and it’s very intense.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel so I go to get off Villa and I realize my pants
are off and I’m wearing only my black silk hotpants.
It's not very sexual and a bit lame but at least I tried.
MXA Salon, The Ramos, Scouring brush
Ok, so The Ramos struts into MXA's salon asking for his usual wash and blow dry. As he's led to the basin and laid back ready to have those long lock's de-greased I noticed he has scratches along his neckline. Not wanting to intrude and knowing of his sexual antic's I ignore the marks and get to scrubbing his head.
Once he has clean and fresh smelling hair, as apossed to the sweat and skank smell that was leaking from his roots, I take him over to the mirror ready to dry him. As he sit's down and his short's rise I noticed more scratches on his knees. Now I have to ask what his been up to. So The Ramos lets out a deep sigh and tells me his story.
The Ramos: "Well you see, it's all Nando's fault!! he moved away to Engerrrland and left me with no play mates. So I've been throwing myself into the world of women. Luckily the can't get enough of the stupd muffin that I am, but it can get tiring ya know?! Anyway the kid can't get enough of my wild stories, he get's so excited hearing of my new conquest. But now we're here and I;m so busy with training and trying to avoid Luis touching me up, I havn't had thetime or the energy to pick up women. Soo, I used a scouring brush to make it look like I'd had a wild session last night and so El Freckle will still look up to me and think I'm a sex god!!
Poor Mr Sergio, such a hard life being one so hot. As I finish his blow dry and offer him a quick boob grab to cheer him up he slips the tea girl his number and leave the shop with a flick of his new shiny hair and a quick finger gun in the mirror.
Laura Beach bbq, Cesc and Alex's hooker shoes
Ok.. sorry if this is horrendous
Right so im at a beach BBQ and its on Caldy beach which is where all the local ballers live so its no surprise to see a few here too. Any I fancy? Oo yeah stevie is here!.. but alex is here too darn. Well I’ll just mingle then, its getting darker and after a few beers everyone will look fab anyway!
Time for marshmallows! But ive got nothing to hold them over the fire with :S I look around for something. ‘Let me’ says an accented voice who takes my marshmallow and spears it on the 6 inch heel of a shoe and holds it over the fire. Its Cesc Fabregas, typical off my luck! Where are all the hot Merseyside Spaniards? We chat anyhow and he is quite sweet and I must be pretty wasted by now because im having an urge to lick the bits of marshmallow on his cheek.. SO I DO (Im being adventurous SBAers). He responds rather too positively and I have to tell him to cool it because he is nowhere near the top of my SBA finest 5!
‘Oh sorry’ he says looking aghast and when I propose a bit of heavy petting in exchange for Iker’s phone number and a good reference he quickly accepts! Young men, so easy! I can’t wait to make a date with a real Spanish man ;)
VG
Iker and I decided to see a movie as sort of belated birthday , it's been so long since we went out like this, lets just say we were, well, busy celebrating otherwise. ;o) I let him pick the movie and so as always when men picking the movie, I got bored. He on the other hand was filling his mouth with popcorn and had eyes only for the movie. Not used to being neglected, my hand accidentally landed on his knee but Iker was again too busy to notice.
Being a bit annoyed, my hand slowly made its way upwards. Unbuttoning his trousers, he began to pay me a bit more attention and suddenly we found ourselves quite comfortable on the back seats. Luckily the movie was loud and we were the only one in the back row so we could really seize the moment. We were slowly getting towards our khm, lets just call it happy time as we suddenly heard wolf wistles coming from the audio/video room above us. We were really embarassed so we got dressed as quick as possible and head home.
A week later he received a packet via post. I found him laughing by the door with nice
black armani undies in one hand and »we believe this is yours, best wishes« note in the other.
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