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Secrets
Chapter 4
Crush
William Pratt had a secret crush on a very beautiful socialite named Cecily Morgan. She was a vision of loveliness with dark silky blond hair. Her eyes were deep pools of azure, her laugh a tinkling sound of music. Cecily was Williams’ ideal woman. She was smart, articulate, beautiful, witty and feminine. He dreamed of her in the most inappropriate ways, waking up to find himself in a cold sweat and very aroused. He thought of her night and day and wondered if he could ever gather the courage up to actually say how he felt to her.
William devised a plan to win her heart over. He would make sure that he sat behind Cecily during morning mass on Sundays. He would bump into her at the various social functions she attended, sending her one long stemmed rose during intermission at the Opera. He would smile at her shyly at the piano recitals her Aunt would host, watching how she would reciprocate by hiding behind her fan giggling.
William was falling deeper in love with Cecily every day. He couldn’t wait until the moment he could ask her home to meet his dear mum.
He would recite daily to his ailing mum the lyrics and odes of love he had for this girl, the one who had captured his heart.
Unfortunately for our sweet William, Cecily did not feel the same. Cecily was in fact a heartless, cruel, spoiled young woman who loved toying with the gentlemen in her company. She would flirt with them, batting her eyes and giving them those wicked half smiles of hers. She would accept those fancy expensive presents they would bring her, feigning surprise when they would express their adoration and love for her. She had her dance card filled when she would walk into the balls, a lovely red rose would always be sent anonymously at every opera she attended, and someone was always professing their undying devotion to her with poetry and song at her Aunts soirées’ .
Cecily loved all the attention of the young men waiting in line to court her. She was the talk of the circles, and the envy of every girl in town. Men were her playground, and she enjoyed it. They were nothing but toys to be played with, and when bored with, thrown back into the corner. Cecily always thought of men as being…beneath her.
She cared not for their advances or promises of marriage in grandeur. She cared not for their looks or any other physicality they had attributes of.
One in particular grated on her nerves, but she loved teasing him to the point of him, red faced and panting at the site of her ankle or the quick way she would dart her tongue in and out, looked as if he was going to explode right there in his pants. Yes, she loved to tease the men, run the boys wild.
Truth be told about Cecily Morgan that no one knew…was that Cecily did in fact have a secret lover already.
Cecily’s lover was very kind and caring, not minding the wiles she had with others. Cecily’s lover doted on her, rubbing her feet after a long nights dancing and making her a good hot cup of tea right before bedtime. Yes, her lover took very good care of her. After all, women knew how to take care of each other far more than any man could ever imagine…
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Spike had a secret crush on a very good looking girl. She was young, blond and sexilious. She was Spikes ideal woman, and he intended on making sure she was loved. He would follow her without her knowledge, watching the way she moved, the way her hair blew in the wind, the way she smiled at that dope who was always hanging around.
Spike would dream of her in the most provocative ways, ripping her clothes off, ravishing her, pounding it into her till she screamed in ecstasy. He would wake up with a painful hard on, slipping nimbly out of bed and quickly relieving himself to the thoughts of her naked body.
He wrote of her in his diary, hoping to read her his longings of her love. Once misplaced and not found, he began over again, making sure to keep it safe this time, out of the way of other prying eyes.
There would come a day for Spike and his crush. He would profess his love to her, on his knees he would ask her to be his intended.
The ways of love are such a fickle thing. Like the wind, it can blow our hearts hither and yon. We could do one thing and it would affect us for the rest of our lives in either a good or bad way. We could do something entirely different and it could impact everyone around us for many years to come.
Spike had a secret crush, one he could not let go of. He had to have her, slayer or not.
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