Everyone Is A Label In This World...

It doesn't really matter how nice of a girl I am, or how "innocent" or "timid" I come off to be. Layering clothes like sweaters and button-downs to acheive a desired look means nothing when at the end of the night they are tossed in a bundle beside someone's bed.

I guess I'm back to being that girl agian.

Never been quite like this though, lying there with no regard for my dignity remembering first where I feel asleep last night (in another's arms) and now here I am seeking that same comfort with him just a few hours later.

Malicious could be best described as I grin slightly amidst the gasps and moans to notice how weak this person has become in my company. Scratching at his body and leaning down agianst his to get the best sensation possible, I catch glimpse of her face frozen in a picture frame set beside us. I'm looking at his girlfriend while he's kissing my neck and wondering how sick she would be if she knew that she was close enough to us that I could look into those eyes while still moving on top of him. In a sense, she watched it all yet she's off somewhere smiling the same smile I'm looking at now because she thinks that her boyfriend is doing the same about her- not helpless to the guilty pleasure we are embracing...together.