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Tweak says, "Saddler, you're small time!"

AIM Examples, depending on the writer i'm writing with is depending on the legnth you recieve. Below are a few aim examples from the past six months.



MYSELF: Candace sat on her overly large bed, the bedspread was still made and her pillows were all still in tact. leaning back a bit to rest on one of her elbows, Her cellphone attached at her ear as she sat there talking with her best friend, Nicole. A low giggle erose from her lips as she felt the cool breeze come in and slide over her bare arms. The pink tank top and matching shorts clung to her body and her hair pulled back allowed her to get a touch of the air all over her body. 'Yeah, Nic the doors unlocked and i'mupstairs checking my email, so once you get here just come up okay?' she stated and waited for a response, but as the response was given she said her goodbye and hung up the phone placing it over on her nightstand as she sat up to check her email, even if it was the same message that had been there all day.
THE OTHER WRITER: Jeremy had just moved a few streets down within the past 2 weeks and had already figured out a jogging route for when he needed to excersize. Over the past 2 weeks, he had been passing Candace's house and noticing her blinds in her room always up and one time almost caught her changing, but forced himself to look away. It was safe to say he had formed a bit of lust towards this stranger, maybe even so much as a crush but he wouldn't admit to it, for one he had no idea how old she was but she looked like she was still in high school. He was pushing 30 and as slow as he could, keeping his body in shape unlike a lot of 'middle-aged' men who let their bellies pop the button of their jeans. He was just on a walk tonight and slowed down as he started to pass her house, hearing her say the door was unlocked and his eyes getting wide. Without thinking, he rushed up to her door and slowly sneaked his way into it, trying to make no noise at all and not hearing a dog so he thought he was good, until he heard footsteps upstairs and rushed into the hallway closet, closing himself into it.
MYSELF: Once she gave up on waiting for more emails, She let out a sigh as she glanced at the clock, Standing up, she picked up her laptop and closed it before sliding it onto the bookshelf nearby. Her parents gone for the weekend, she was kind of excited to have her friend over, for being home alone was kind of always one of her biggest fears. Turning her radio on, She turned it onto the cd she had just bought, it was a slight techno mix that felt good to just dance around in, The music was loud, and she was sure all the neighbors who were up could hear and see her dancing in her room. But at this moment in time she didn't care, it was something to do while she waited.
THE OTHER WRITER: As he stood in the dark closet, he didn't hear any footsteps coming down the stairs so he poked his head out and then got out of the closet. Making his way up the stairs as the loud music started, in his mind he was thinking about all the things he could do right now and the main subject was somehow fucking this girl. Staying quiet, he moved closer to her room and slipped into another room for a second just incase she came out and came down the hall. When no one started coming, he made his way over to her bedroom door and knocked on it a few times. Getting no answer, he opened the door himself and his eyes shot up and down the girl, a devilish smirk on his face.
MYSELF: The techno beat had slowed down and her body was swaying slowly to the beat of the music that was soothing and calming. She figured it wouldn't be long before her friend arrived, A little dance time to herself wouldn't be so bad. Though, as her body swayed, her hands would slide along her body in a slow manner. If her friend had arrived, she'd definitely of made her presence known so she kept her body moving but as she did a small spin, she saw a shadow near the door, and about let out a scream, but nothing escaped her lips
THE OTHER WRITER: As he stood there, he watched the girl move about her room a little with her hands sliding along her body, almost like she was unintentionally trying to seduce him and in a way it was working. Once she turned around, his eyes got a little wide but he didn't hear her scream, so he started to move closer to her, licking over his lips. Jeremy was now just about a foot away from her and not about to stop himself, his hands moving around her and pulling her close to him in an agressive manner as he pressed his lips hard against hers, his hands moving up and down her back.
MYSELF: Her body clung to his forcefully and she tried to let out a scream against his lips but nothing came from it but a hmmm sound due to the force between them. Her body writhed in his grasp, but all she could do was feel her breasts rubbing against his chest, and her feet come from the floor. The fact that this man was forcefully holding her scared her a bit at first, especially since she had no idea who he was or what he was doing in her room.
THE OTHER WRITER: Feeling her try to get away from her only caused him to tighten and hold his grip around her, feeling her breasts rubbing against his chest as he continued with the hard kissing. His hands moved up her shirt, grabbing the hem and pulling it up until he broke the kiss only to pull it off of her, giving her a devious grin as he moved his arms back around her. Jeremy didn't say a word, it wasn't like him to do something like this but she was so sexy, he couldn't stop himself if he tried.
MYSELF: As he removed her shirt, She felt herself free for a moment and pushed him away. She quickly ran to her bed and jumped on it hoping that she'd be able to reach her cellphone before he chased her back. But as she reached down to grab her phone, it fell to the floor leaving her there topless as her free hand attempted to cover her breasts. "Please... what...do you.. want" she shot out in a breathy tone
THE OTHER WRITER: He knew she would try to get away when he pulled her shirt off, and as she almost did he chased after her, standing at the edge of her bed and watching as her phone fell to the floor. Walking over to it, he picked it up and threw it out the open window, looking down at her with the same devious grin, "You." was all he said, getting on top of her on the bed and pulling her arm away from covering her breasts and moving his hands to cup them.
MYSELF: Watching her phone fly out into the night air, She let out a shriek as she felt her body being pinned down by him. Her body shook a bit as she tried to use what muscle she had to lift him off her. After a few tries all she could do was whimper from the fact that she couldn't win. "Please.. dont" She whispered her eyes closing tightly as she tried to kick her legs a bit but was rejected from his stregnth in his lower body
THE OTHER WRITER: Shaking his head a few times as she pleaded him not to do what she knew he was wanting to do, he pressed his lips back to hers hard and moved his hands to take off her shorts, getting her panties with the same movement. Pulling his hands up, he slipped one hand over her clit and started to rub it as the other hand worked on taking off his jogging pants, pushing them down with his boxers and leaving him with nothing but his shirt on.
MYSELF: A squeal passed against his lips, And she tried to fight from the kiss. But the minute that she felt his fingers working her clit. She let out a low moan. It was like it calmed her movements in one touch and she had almost forgot what was happening untill she could feel his naked body against hers. Pulling her lips from his she let out a groan as she tried to move but this time had no way whatsoever. "Just dont .. " She whimpered as another moan left her lips. "I don't want"
THE OTHER WRITER: His hand now pulled his shirt over his head as she pulled away for a second, throwing it on the floor and moving to kiss her neck a few times as she pleaded him to stop. "Shut the hell up." he said, covering her mouth with his hand as he continued to rub her clit, forcing his fingers against her a bit harder now, looking at her with a devilish smirk. The window was still open, so anyone walking by could see maybe a little of what was going on
MYSELF:She mumbled through her mouth and against his hand but it did no good, She knew in the end, she wasn't going to win this battle. Her body relaxed into the mattress at the feeling of pressure against her clit, which caused her eyes to fall shut as she just gave up, the feeling of it was causing her to wiggle against his touch, she couldn't help but admit it. It was turning her on, not the fact of someone touching her in that way, but more so of someone she didn't know forcefully doing it.
THE OTHER WRITER: If she didn't shut up, he was about to stuff something in her mouth, which popped up another thing he could do but he was getting enough enjoyment out of watching her squirm from his touch. As she started to give up, he pressed his fingers against her just a little rougher and took his hand off of her mouth. "Do you like that?" he asked in a husky tone, his hand moving down to his cock to stroke it a few times and get himself hard.
MYSELF: Her breathing got a little heavier then it had been from the fighting she put up. But as his hand moved from her mouth, A soft moan fell from her lips as she nodded slowly. She couldn't help it, but as she nodded her hips moved down against his fingers in a rhythmic motion. Her eyes still shut as the friction against her body caused her lips to part into a gap.
THE OTHER WRITER: Smirking a bit, he moved his hand against her for a few minutes, feeling her get wet and licking over his lips. He rolled over onto the other side of the bed, pulling her on top of him and pushing her head down, getting her to his waist level as he showed he was erect. His hands moved up to her hair and held her ponytail, "Open your mouth." he commanded of her.
MYSELF: Once her body was flipped, her eyes made contact with his then made contact with his cock. Clearing her throat she shook her head for a minute, she had started coming to her senses, and knew that she couldn't do this. "no.." she whispered softly as her eyes focused on the erection infront of her. Her naked body sitting infront of him, she wiggled her hips a bit causing her clit to rub against herself only to send a small shock against her body.
THE OTHER WRITER: "Do it or I'll make you do it." he said, tightening his grip on her hair and raising his hand as if he was going to smack her. He was never like this, but something had pushed him so far as to try and rape this girl. He had no idea why he was doing this all he knew was he was going to get her to do what he wanted or she would pay the price.
MYSELF: Her eyes got a bit of fear shot into them as he raised his hand and his voice to her. Closing her eyes she let out a deep breath as she opened her mouth, if he was going to have her do this, she knew it was going to be forcefully, And as she sat there with her hair in his grasp and her mouth wide open infront of his cock. She knew one way or another she was going to end up doing it.
THE OTHER WRITER: His hand lowered as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, he would have to do the rest and he didn't care about that. Moving her head down with his hand, he let his cock slip inside of her mouth. "Now start sucking on it, or at least just press your lips against my cock you fucking whore." he said harshly, like some demon was fucking around in his mind.
MYSELF: She pushed herself up a bit and figured if she did something it'd be over sooner rather then later. Her eyes blinked a bit as she looked down at her mouth wrapped around him. Nodding slightly she slowly began to suck on his cock, Her head bobbing up and down in a slow pace each movement she'd suck a little harder untill she couldn't take anymore or him into her mouth. Then her mouth would retract and move up, she knew if he wanted something else to be done during this all, he'd force her so she tried to do the best she could under circumstances.
THE OTHER WRITER: As she finally started to suck on his cock, he licked over his lips but kept his hand on her ponytail, pushing her as far down as he could a few times. "Suck that fucking cock." he groaned out, as much as he was forcing her to do it, it was worth it with what she was just doing herself, it felt pretty good so far. He didn't care that this was practically rape, she didn't know who he was so it was doubtful she would get anything against him, especially if she left him satisfied and vice versa.
MYSELF: At his words, she worked her mouth harder and faster at his cock, every now and then her tongue would slowly swirl around the head of it and along the bottom of it, trying to please him more, she knew the sooner she did good the sooner he'd be gone. But the more her mouth worked along his cock, the more turned on she became. Her free hand came down and slid between her thighs as she began to finger her clit slowly. She was never one for masturbation, but her body was trembling a bit from all the touching he'd done to her
THE OTHER WRITER: As she started to suck him a bit more, he let out a few more groans and licked over his lips in pleasure, she was doing a good enough job to keep him from having to force her. After a little while, he pulled her head up and then pushed her back on the bed, getting on top of her and spreading his legs with his hands. "Let's see if you're tight or you're a little whore." he said with a grin, stroking his cock a few times before slipping it inside of her slowly at first, yeah she was definitely tight.
MYSELF: As her body was jerked up, she let out a squeal as her hand was forced from her clit. Letting out a sigh she felt her body being forced onto the bed once more and her eyes closed with force as she heard his words. She had only been with one guy before, and it was two years earlier so she knew she'd be tight again. But as she felt her walls being split from the thickness of his cock sliding into her. She let out a scream that sounded like she was dying.




MYSELF: Lindsay stepped into the doors, it had been years since she was actually on speaking terms with Hilary, ever since Aaron had started a rift between the two. But now that they were both grown and mature. Things were going to be different this time. Her strawberry blonde hair blew in the wind as she entered the club and the music to Hilary's new album played in her ears. She smiled lightly, she was actually really proud of her, especially with the new album and the songs behind it blew hers out of the water. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she saw some familiar faces and gave them all waves.
THE OTHER WRITER: Hilary had decided to go for sweet and sleek look and wore in a white bib-front top and black skinny pants to her release party. Her dark locks of hair flowed down her her shoulders as she greeted everyone around her. Her hands were in her back pockets as she waited patiently,as people mingled and told her about how they loved the new album. After the break up with Joel, the cd was just thearpy and she was able to show her ability to write and sing all about her own life experiences. Her eyes wondered around the room till she noticed Lindsay standing by hersself and she walked towards with her, with a warm smile. It was loud so she knew she was going to have to speak up when she greet her "I'm so glad yo came." She reached out to embrace her in a hug
MYSELF: As Hilary came near her a small smile spread over her lips. She looked as beautiful as she always did. Once Hilary's arms circled around Lindsay's she pulled her into a hug holding her tightly. "Me too, i needed this i think..." She smiled a bit placing a kiss to the side of her cheek as she pulled back a bit her cheeks turned a light shade of red. "You look amazing by the way" She spoke up a bit into her ear, the music was loud so in return the girls had to talk loud to hear.
THE OTHER WRITER: Hilary, surged foward and laughed softly as she heard Lindsay's words. She was very honest and raw with what she felt and it was nice they cool go beyond the Aaron ficaso. He really did cause a falling out between them and she was glad they were heading back to a true friendship. "You look great as well." She mutered against Lindsay's ear as she clearfully gazed at her and looked at her faces turning a hue of red after the kiss on the cheek.
MYSELF: Lindsay had always found Hilary to be breath taking and never had been one to be shy, but when she stood next to Hil, it was like something took over her. "Thanks, i made sure i looked nice just for you" She whispered into her ear a bit knowing that she could half hear what she said or maybe even all of it. Giving her a slight smirk from the corner of her lips, her hand slid around to Hil's back resting at the small of it
THE OTHER WRITER: She tried not to snicker, and pressed her lips togetheras she heard the comment about how she dressed up for just hair. For some reason that caused her stomach to stir and her heart to beat a bit faster. They were different, Lindsay was more outgoing and more social than she was, but that was the very reason why she was allured by her. Opposites attract. It made perfect sensen. "let's go to the VIP room. It should be empty right now." She whispered. Her hands lightly ran down Lindsay's upper back feeling as she pointed to the stairs.

MYSELF: She nodded a bit as she started headuping up the steps, knowing Hil wasn't far behind her from the feeling of her hand resting at her back. She adjusted the small clutch in her hand and headed up once reaching the top, she saw an open bar but looked away immediatly knowing she wasn't going to drink anything tonight, she couldn't. "How'd you know it'd be empty up here.." She whispered softly as it was much quieter up here then downstairs
THE OTHER WRITER: She teased with a modest smile as she shrugged her slender arms and closed the door behind her once they were both in the small room that had a bar, snacks, and couches around. She knew that Lindsay was still recovering and she didn't want herr to be tempted by the open bar downstairs, but she would keep that to herself "We have to VIP rooms and this one is the smaller one, so we decided to use the other one." Hil explained as she leaned against the door and carefully gazed at Lindsay, this time she could see every curve of her body.
MYSELF: "I see" She stated softly as she placed her purse down on the small couch. She'd always been so blunt in every aspect. But sometimes, it hid from her. Walking over to Hilary, She stood before her and glanced down over her body as her hand came down resting at her hip. "You know, you really do look amazing" She muttered in a soft tone as she leaned in a bit to Hilary's ear. "Sometimes I really wish we didn't fight all those years... i missed out on alot"
THE OTHER WRITER: Hilary shivered a little with the blast of chilled air from the vents of the cool air conditioner as she inhaled sharply watching Lindsay approach her. She wasn't sure what was going on but the singals she was getting did not seem as if they were just friendly ones, no they were much more. Hilary held back and it was Lindsay who brought her out of her shell and made her feel things she never had "Have you seen yourself? I really do love the blonde." She compliment,running her fingers through Linds strawberry locks of blonde hair.
MYSELF: A grin formed over her lips as she let her fingers slide up the side of hilarys shirt, or what she could slide up. Her fingers glided over her skin as she nodded a bit with a smirk. "You've always been one to make me feel amazing" She mumbled as she let their cheeks rest together and her lips resting at Hil's ear. "I don't even know why we parted up in the first place anymore ..I was really stupid to give you up as a friend and as more"
THE OTHER WRITER: "We needed to. We needed to date other people and learn some new things." Hilary teased with a cheeky grin as she watched Lindsay fingers slide up her smooth skin. Her eyes watched her intently as she felt her hot breath against her ear. Aaron had really ruined their friendship and she was ahsmed that he did but things were finally going right for them it seemed "I don't know why, we stayed away so long."Hilary leaned down brushing her lips against hers, though not kissing her just yet.
MYSELF: Her eyes made contact with Hilarys as she felt her lips brush past hers. "Me either, but it feels like things never ended" She mumbled as she leaned in a bit her lips lightly running over Hilary's as she let out a deep breath against them. "You still have that same effect on me, it never left.." Her hand that ran along Hil's skin slid around to the small of her back holding her somewhat against her.
THE OTHER WRITER: Hilary was naturally bubbly and spunky but at this moment all she felt was lust and almost a need to feel Lindsay and to know they were so close again only caused her to hitch her breath. "I don't know what we are doing again but this time I know no one else has ever made me feel these." She told her softly, kissing her bottom lip gently. Her hands now on Lindsay's slender waist
MYSELF: Her lips caved against Hilary's as her free hand came up brushing a strand of her dark tressis from her face, Looking directly into her eyes she slid her lips to the side of Hilary's mouth placing a light kiss. "This time .. is different" She mumbled as her hands slid around to the front of their bodies. Resting at the ties of hilary's top in the center of her stomach.
THE OTHER WRITER: A small sound escaped her as she returned the kiss with hunger and her hand moved up to the back of her head, fueling her fingers through her hair lightly, her mouth taking from her as much as it was giving. "How do you know it is different?"The huskiness of her voice had dropped as she muttered against the kiss. Her skin was already flushed and warm and the feel of her hands as they moved across only increase her desired for Lindsay.
MYSELF: Pulling from her lips slightly she let out a soft sigh as she let her fingers undue the strings that held her top together. "Because it feels different this time .. and no one can stand in our way" She whispered in a breathy voice as the shirt parted her eyes scanned down and looked over her body as it was exposed, Allowing her hands to slide up her stomach in a slow manner, not wanting to rush anything
THE OTHER WRITER: Her body nearly trembled with the anticipationas she felt Lindsay untie her stop and watched it slowly fall down to her lower waist. She had developed and mature of the years, her body was now that of a woman and not that innocent shy young teen girl she was when Linds and her first experimented with one another. As her mouth angled over hers again, she tugged slowly unbuttoned her top. She needed to ter him, to feel her bare skin against her. "Somethin tells me it will be different. I know it will be and no one will." Hilary hand touched the door and made sure to turn the lock because she wanted to stay up there as long as they needed to.