You SHALL NOT POST (a onexone is going on)

[In Serious Need of Tea]

Alright, here's what's going down in this shindig.

This is a role play between s e d u c t i v e d i n o and

veggie sausages. You shall not post, unless of course you are

her, or I. However, that's probably impossible because I'M ME and SHE'S her. So, you can

follow along if ya want.

[veggie sausages]

firstsecondlastname

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dream job


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[veggie sausages]

tobycraigmoore

I can't breathe, wake up from this nightmare that I'm in.

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toby craig moore
23
male
the cheating fiance
to be a father


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toby
28th of april
-
straight

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DawnMariannaMarcelo

No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle No flowers no wedding dress

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Dawn Marianna Marcelo
eighteen
female
the lonely momma
to be an artist


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Marcy
August thirtieth
no time right now
straight

[veggie sausages]

the sunlight on my back is what wakes me e v e n t u a l l y,

i must have forgotten to close the blinds last night,
and it creeps under my closed eyelids,
making me wince with uncomfort,
still in a half dream like state.

s
l
o
w
l
y,

i become aware of my surroundings ;


the sheets are tangled up in my naked legs,
one arm is thrown haphazardly off the edge of the bed,
the other is wrapped around a body,
as naked as my own,
but softer,
warmer.


with my eyes still closed,
i turn my head over and bury it in her neck,
breathing in her scent
a smile dancing on my lips.


it takes a few seconds,
but slowly,
s
l
o
w
l
y,

i realise that the scent i'm inhaling
is different to isabells
and that the body is smaller,
a little longer.


confusion breaks into my m o o d
and i push my torso up with my elbows
and gaze down at the girl beneath me.


s**t

no...

no...

NO...


it all comes rushing back to me,
the night before,
as i gaze down at Marcy's face.


s**ts**t.


in one quick movement i'm out of the bed,
and stood on the opposite side of the room,
my hands in my hair,
holding on tightly
and cursing myself for being so foolish,
for taking advantage.


s**ts**ts**t.


what have i done?


i turn my still naked back to the bed,
place my hands on the set of drawers,
and grip it with all my might.


behind me,
i hear the sheets shuffle
as Marcy moves.


i freeze,
tensing all of my muscles.


s**ts**ts**ts**t.

[In Serious Need of Tea]

"Sh...sh...sh..."

"No, wait...I can't...we can't."
"It's okay Marcy."

"I -- I guess."

My eyelids awake,
from what seemed to be

extxexrxnxixtxy

I wonder if last night was a dream.
I agree with myself that it was.
I wouldn't have done that.
I'm not stupid.
But,
WAY
WAYxxxxx
WAYxxxxxxxxxx
Deepxxxxxdown,
I know I am.
Because this isn't my room.

My surroundings are alive to me now.
The bed that I lay in is alive as well.
Its soft covers
cxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
axxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
rxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
sxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
sxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
my tired muscles.
It's warm, and welcoming
I wear nothing.
But the body that should be there...
is not.

Did I give myself to him last night?
Did I really?

Damn it.
Damn mother.
Damn my stupidity.
Where's Becca?
I hear a cxrxy from the room over.

How could I do this to her?
How could I do this to her?
How could I do this to me?

"Becca..."
"This is fxxxuxxxcxxxk."

I promised I would do better.
The sun is blinding.
I cover my body with a sheet.

Sigh.

I turn my head and I see him.
I see Toby.
Both of us are bare.
Both of us are stupid, even though I denied it.
I feel beyond ignorant now.
I feel like a traitor.

He is worried.
He is stressed,
as am I.

"What are we going to do?"

is all I say,

quietly, firmly, angrily

.

[veggie sausages]

oh god,

oh [********]

i can hear becca crying softly in the next room,
that darling little angel that had < captured > my heart
in a matter of seconds,
and her mother,
who was like a daughterto isabell.


oh god,
this will destory isabell.
she'll blame herself,
blame her inability to give me the one thing i want,
a child,
and something that Marcy can give me.


she'll think i gave up on her,
that i went to Marcy in the hopes
we could concieve a child.



it'll break her heart,
her already half broken heart,
a quarter broken from her barreness,
and a quarter from her mother's death.


she's gone to stay with her father for a while,
to help him cope with the grief.


i know that i should turn and answer Marcy,
but i can't,
i know that i won't be able to handle
the accusing expression in her eyes.


she must have been so scared,
so terrified of me,
she told me stop,
that it was wrong,
but i didn't listen
the monster that i am
i didn't listen.


" i don't know.
oh, god, marcy,"
the guilt is enough to make me turn and face her,
my eyes pleading,
"i'm so sorry.
i'm a monster,
i should be hung."


i walk over to the bed
and sit down on it heavily,
leaning my elbows onto my knees,
and my head onto my hands.


i'm a monster.

[In Serious Need of Tea]

"Shut the hell up."

I stare at the back of his head.
His hair is messy,
I feel over the edge of the bed,
searching for my clothes.

I snatch them up,
then get out of my spot and pull them on.
I understand that it was me too.
I am partly to blame...
and what will izzy think?

She's like a mother.
She took me in.
I trip over my pants,

trying to walk and
put them on

ain't that easy.

I cast one last look at Toby,
but go to retrieve Becca.

She is squirming,
she's not happy.
I frown.

"Sorry Baby."

She's so innocent,
she's so not like me.

She's not her like daddy either.
The one I was SO in love with
The one who screwed with my mind.

I think about izzy.
She's gone right now.
She's with her own daddy.
She's probably crying now.

[ She's gonna meet more tears
When she returns home ]

Should I tell her?
...
Of course I should!
I'm not a liar!
But I am.

I carry Becca over,
into Toby's room.

"Being hung wouldn't do anything.
it would make izzy even more upset."

I shake my head,
Becca is unaware.
She is so unaware of what is happening.

She doesn't know I've betrayed her.
She doesn't know Toby betrayed her.
She doesn't know we betrayed her.
She is so completely unaware.