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It was just suppose to be a one night thing. Not even that, it was a mistake; never suppose to happen. I hate him, and he hates me. It's just the natural order of things. Jew vs Nazi. Not Jew fucked by Nazi. He's a fat, racist, anti-Semitic asshole! I mean, he's not that fat anymore, but that's so not the point. He's still what I hate, and I'm still what he hates. But he fucked me, like a dirty slut. He's fucking homophobic is well to top it off. I don't know weather he even remembers, but I sure as fucking do.
How did it even happen? We were at a party at Bebe's house, one Saturday night about a month ago. I had drunk more than I normally do, just by the fact that my parents were out for the whole weekend and wouldn't see my hangover in action. I don't remember how much I had drank by the time he sauntered over to be. To be honest, I hardly remember anything apart from him dragging me into the toilet, bending me over the sink and thrusting into me. I moaned…I moaned like a complete whore. And afterwards, I just wanted more. He gave me more. Again against the wall. His strong arms around my waist, mine around his broad shoulders. I'm ashamed to say how good it felt. How even now I want that feeling again. But that was it. We were in the toilet maybe an hour, but the effect is still on going a month later. It'll continue the rest of my life.
After that Stan took me home. Dropped Wendy off, and stayed the night at my house. He was the one to ask: "What the fuck happened with you last night?" Maybe we're the only ones who remember, because nobody else has asked, and he hasn't said anything.
I haven't told my mother, why would I? What I get up to is my own business. But now I have to tell her. I can't do this alone. I can't do this at all. It just isn't normal. Maybe it isn't true…but that's probably just wishful thinking. It was Wendy who pointed it out, and me and Stan laughed in her face. She came round earlier and gave me one of her sets. I didn't want to ask why she has one, but I took it gratefully still laughing at the idea. But now I sit here with the positive stick in my hand, wondering: Hell the fuck am I pregnant with Eric Cartman's baby?
How did it even happen? We were at a party at Bebe's house, one Saturday night about a month ago. I had drunk more than I normally do, just by the fact that my parents were out for the whole weekend and wouldn't see my hangover in action. I don't remember how much I had drank by the time he sauntered over to be. To be honest, I hardly remember anything apart from him dragging me into the toilet, bending me over the sink and thrusting into me. I moaned…I moaned like a complete whore. And afterwards, I just wanted more. He gave me more. Again against the wall. His strong arms around my waist, mine around his broad shoulders. I'm ashamed to say how good it felt. How even now I want that feeling again. But that was it. We were in the toilet maybe an hour, but the effect is still on going a month later. It'll continue the rest of my life.
After that Stan took me home. Dropped Wendy off, and stayed the night at my house. He was the one to ask: "What the fuck happened with you last night?" Maybe we're the only ones who remember, because nobody else has asked, and he hasn't said anything.
I haven't told my mother, why would I? What I get up to is my own business. But now I have to tell her. I can't do this alone. I can't do this at all. It just isn't normal. Maybe it isn't true…but that's probably just wishful thinking. It was Wendy who pointed it out, and me and Stan laughed in her face. She came round earlier and gave me one of her sets. I didn't want to ask why she has one, but I took it gratefully still laughing at the idea. But now I sit here with the positive stick in my hand, wondering: Hell the fuck am I pregnant with Eric Cartman's baby?
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An Intruder - Kyman for MCS
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Kyle pressed his forehead against his locker door. The metal was cool against his burning face. Kenny's eyes, twin bergs in the indifferent sea of his face, glittered cooly behind Kyle's closed lids. There was nothing for it. He'd assumed Kenny would be the most understanding, the most willing to listen. He confessed everything and Kenny only offered a baffled stare in return, then slowly loped away. A few tears stung his eyes and then spilt over the dark fringes of his lashes. Perhaps Kenny would tell Stan. Perhaps he would tell everyone.
"Move it Jewface."
Kyle turned, the pale curves of his cheeks pink with emotion, eyes wide.
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Kyman- They'll never know
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They'll never know
How I look at you, when I get lost in your beauty, when I try my best to take you in. The way you run your fingers through your hair, or the way your articulate sentences flow from your slender throat. The way you stand with your hands in your pockets, as if you haven't a care in the world. In class, when the teacher is rambling on and your bored, you look so awkwardly cute, you seem to not fit in, but you do fit in, if that makes any sense?, you slouch lazily and let your mind wander, I think about what goes on through your head when you're in that state. When your happy, you smile and talk without a hint o
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So it's date night and everything's fine... except you've got that look in your eye.... when I'm telling a story and you find it boring, you're looking for some snide remark to throw at me. You pretend you're listening, then you'll add an almost un-related sarcastic comment in and leave me feeling embarrassed in front of our friends.
Butters says I should leave you alone and go date someone worth my time... Someone who could appreciate me and make me happy, like I deserve. But I don't know... I still get laughs out of our relationship.
Like when you come home drunk, throw up on my carpet and pass out on my couch, leaving the fron
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Okay, so I was bored and I couldn't find a Kyman MPreg on here and I really wanted to read one, so I just thought I'd write my own. Don't know weather I should continue or not...any thoughts?
Got the title from Good Charlotte, just because I was listening to it while trying to come up with a title, but I kinda think the song goes with the story...kinda...not really.
Chapter 2: [link]
South Park © Trey and Matt
Got the title from Good Charlotte, just because I was listening to it while trying to come up with a title, but I kinda think the song goes with the story...kinda...not really.
Chapter 2: [link]
South Park © Trey and Matt
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Uh....
Be= Me
Sets= tests
Ya should correct this. There are oy two mistakes but still
Be= Me
Sets= tests
Ya should correct this. There are oy two mistakes but still