The Payne Of Love
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,097
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Of Dreams And Video
She awoke the next day from her refreshing sleep, she was known to have a few insomniac attacks, and dreaming of him was what helped her to drift off.
In a kind of sad, desperate way she often held the fuzzily covered hot water bottle that accompanied her to bed these cold winter night underneath her arm to represent his, coming across her body as though he were laying behind her.
As usual the weather outside was bleak and cold, so she scavenged her room for a long sleeve top that would make the most out of her petite rounded breasts, and a jumper to cover it whilst outside.
She slipped on her normal jeans, she considered one of her long skirts, with thick opaque tights but felt it was too cold for that even.
Stretching and yawning, she looked in the mirror, and picked up her hairbrush, with which to brush out the tangles that nights slumber had left her with.
She then tied her hair up as she did so often, to keep her hair out of her eyes, and to emphasise her long slender neck, which she longed for someone to kiss.
She hadn't been properly held in a long few months, she was on the brink of sleeping with one of her ex's, Jack, whom kept hinting and offering, but she knew, deep inside, it didnt feel right, and that when the moment came if she ever agreed and they met, it would be too awkward in her mind for her to enjoy it.
She had long since stopped sleeping with her last ex, one of the only guys she had ever loved, they'd spent a summer together, but he didnt really want anything more to do with her, so they had remained friends, but that was about it.
The mornings always passed by fairly quickly, and soon she was sleeping her way through morning assembly.
One of the maths teachers and members of admin staff Ms Scarf was talking about death pain and destruction, again.
Her assembly's were always cheery. They made Aislinn want to bang her head against a brick wall, repeatedly until she was numb from the pain and couldnt hear her anymore.
Occassionally they had fun assembly's.. But they were a rarity.
She had media this morning, she had changed courses from the beginning of school when she found Psychology to clash too much with her philosophy class, terms like cognitive had two completely different meanings in the classes and the information was not only hard to take in, it was ultimately boring. So she had taken up her schools media classes in psychology's place and changed the other schools media course into Art and design, which wasnt in the said slot, so she had to work it on her own, mostly.
She had hated the change from the other school's media to her own because the course over there made more sense and seemed more interesting, but now that they were into their practical coursework she was able to shut herself away in the small media cupboard and work for hours on her film trailer.
She had a little more filming to do, so she grabbed the few class members that were acting for her and they went around the school filming.
"I really cant act." Cried Tanya.
"You dont have to, just, you know, look scared." She encouraged.
It took quite a few shots but eventually she got some decent enough footage to use.
"Right.. Im just gonna slip off with Sam, you dont mind do you?" Matts hoarse voice said,
She grabbed his shirt.
"Yes I do. This is your lesson. You'll stay in your lesson."
She was constantly battling with Matt to get him to stay in his media classes, she didnt understand why he stayed on to do sixthform if all he was going to do was slack off. Her media piece was supposed to be a group effort, but she had long since given up on that idea, as he slacked off and her other group member, though she was a nice girl, she wasn't all that bright, and was clueless when it came to the editing software.
So Aislinn had taken on all the roles, basically, but, she liked it that way, it meant she could something right the first time, it was a sort of intrinsic selfishness, passed down from her mother, she was very good working on her own, which was why she was able to make the second Arts lesson work.
Walking back through the corridor to the media cupboard, her heart beat a little faster, as Mr Payne was approaching the little group, to walk back to the tech area.
She admired and studied his facial features, his grey hair that seemed well kept, and shined under the dingy school lighting, his shaven chin area, where the stubble of a full grown man was apparent, the stern squareness of his cheekbones, and the collar area and tie around his pertinent neck.
She cast her eyes down as he got ever closer to them, afraid of making eye contact that could show him her feelings towards him.
They went back to the media cupboard, and as usual she spent the next two hours playing around with clips, adding transitions and effects to help it seem professional, and in time with the carefully selected music.
In a kind of sad, desperate way she often held the fuzzily covered hot water bottle that accompanied her to bed these cold winter night underneath her arm to represent his, coming across her body as though he were laying behind her.
As usual the weather outside was bleak and cold, so she scavenged her room for a long sleeve top that would make the most out of her petite rounded breasts, and a jumper to cover it whilst outside.
She slipped on her normal jeans, she considered one of her long skirts, with thick opaque tights but felt it was too cold for that even.
Stretching and yawning, she looked in the mirror, and picked up her hairbrush, with which to brush out the tangles that nights slumber had left her with.
She then tied her hair up as she did so often, to keep her hair out of her eyes, and to emphasise her long slender neck, which she longed for someone to kiss.
She hadn't been properly held in a long few months, she was on the brink of sleeping with one of her ex's, Jack, whom kept hinting and offering, but she knew, deep inside, it didnt feel right, and that when the moment came if she ever agreed and they met, it would be too awkward in her mind for her to enjoy it.
She had long since stopped sleeping with her last ex, one of the only guys she had ever loved, they'd spent a summer together, but he didnt really want anything more to do with her, so they had remained friends, but that was about it.
The mornings always passed by fairly quickly, and soon she was sleeping her way through morning assembly.
One of the maths teachers and members of admin staff Ms Scarf was talking about death pain and destruction, again.
Her assembly's were always cheery. They made Aislinn want to bang her head against a brick wall, repeatedly until she was numb from the pain and couldnt hear her anymore.
Occassionally they had fun assembly's.. But they were a rarity.
She had media this morning, she had changed courses from the beginning of school when she found Psychology to clash too much with her philosophy class, terms like cognitive had two completely different meanings in the classes and the information was not only hard to take in, it was ultimately boring. So she had taken up her schools media classes in psychology's place and changed the other schools media course into Art and design, which wasnt in the said slot, so she had to work it on her own, mostly.
She had hated the change from the other school's media to her own because the course over there made more sense and seemed more interesting, but now that they were into their practical coursework she was able to shut herself away in the small media cupboard and work for hours on her film trailer.
She had a little more filming to do, so she grabbed the few class members that were acting for her and they went around the school filming.
"I really cant act." Cried Tanya.
"You dont have to, just, you know, look scared." She encouraged.
It took quite a few shots but eventually she got some decent enough footage to use.
"Right.. Im just gonna slip off with Sam, you dont mind do you?" Matts hoarse voice said,
She grabbed his shirt.
"Yes I do. This is your lesson. You'll stay in your lesson."
She was constantly battling with Matt to get him to stay in his media classes, she didnt understand why he stayed on to do sixthform if all he was going to do was slack off. Her media piece was supposed to be a group effort, but she had long since given up on that idea, as he slacked off and her other group member, though she was a nice girl, she wasn't all that bright, and was clueless when it came to the editing software.
So Aislinn had taken on all the roles, basically, but, she liked it that way, it meant she could something right the first time, it was a sort of intrinsic selfishness, passed down from her mother, she was very good working on her own, which was why she was able to make the second Arts lesson work.
Walking back through the corridor to the media cupboard, her heart beat a little faster, as Mr Payne was approaching the little group, to walk back to the tech area.
She admired and studied his facial features, his grey hair that seemed well kept, and shined under the dingy school lighting, his shaven chin area, where the stubble of a full grown man was apparent, the stern squareness of his cheekbones, and the collar area and tie around his pertinent neck.
She cast her eyes down as he got ever closer to them, afraid of making eye contact that could show him her feelings towards him.
They went back to the media cupboard, and as usual she spent the next two hours playing around with clips, adding transitions and effects to help it seem professional, and in time with the carefully selected music.