Post by matthias on Nov 5, 2009 21:46:52 GMT -6
I know you’re tired
You’re daddy’s little girl
Just take a bite, let me shake up your world
Because just one night couldn’t be so wrong
I’m gonna make you lose control
She was so shy, ‘til I drove her wild.
I make them good girls go bad.
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Matthias Adam Reeves V
"Math" “Mat” “Adam” “V”
"Oh, so you want to know about me? Well, I’ll tell you anything and everything you want to know. My name is Matthias Adam Kensington the Fifth, but my friends call me Math, Mat or V. My parents call me Adam, it gets too confusing when your father is called Matthias too. I was born and raised in London, my father is one of the man men that have been knighted, our family has lived in the lap of luxury for centuries. I have only ever had the best in life – the best clothes, the greatest education, the finest food, the most expensive cars, the hottest girls – everything has been mine for the taking.
So now you’re probably thinking, “Matthias, you are so pompous; you probably think the world revolves around you.” And all I can say to that is, it really does dear friends. I am the sun in this heliocentric universe. From a very young age, I was considered extraordinarily attractive and the moment that I could walk, I was modeling. The first words out of my mouth, my mother likes to tell, was ‘camera’ and she knew right then and there that I was made for a life in front of the lens, just like she had.
I love the fashion, I love the music, I love the fame, I love the eternal youth modeling supplies me with. Yes, it’s a nasty business that will only last until I grow old and wrinkle, but luckily men age sophisticatedly. I will be the next Brad Pitt or Russell Crow – attractive despite my age – and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it. I’ve determined it and so it shall be.
We moved to California when I was 14, I had exhausted – and angered, unfortunately – every modeling agency in England. My mother knew that fame was in my future so she would do anything to provide me with the fame I longed for, even move away from Jolly Ol’ London to buy me my success. And that’s exactly what she and my father did. They donated to Renegade a hefty sum of money and next thing I knew I was signed to a very long, binding contract with the group. I’ve been modeling for them for six years now and for some reason they’ve painted me as the good boy of the modeling world – even getting me a few TV series.
But there is a lion that they cannot hide that dwells deep beneath this beautiful face. I’m not the good boy like everyone thinks I am, I just have a really good publicist. Really, if you knew me for the real me you’d laugh at the absurdity as well. It seems I have had sex with every hot girl in L.A and about half of them are still in my cell phone programmed for a hot and steamy night, they all think I love them dearly and might end up marrying them. You’re probably wondering now about all of those pictures of me with other girls, they think they’re all old friends, cousins, sisters – that I don’t have – something. Oh the glories of a good kiss – they wipe everything from a girl’s memory.
I can play the role of the good boy, though, and that’s how I get every girl around. Just by an innocent smile, but the guys all know the man I can be. My list is impressive, even you would be jealous of it. Yes, I am that good.
So, my goals in life? I’m living my goal, a life as a model with an endless list of hot women throwing themselves at my feet. I am the face of so many things, the face of Calvin Klein, Armani, Dolce and Gabana and so many other notable brands. My paycheck is impressive, my popularity to die for, girls who long to kiss my lush lips. Who could ask for anything more? Certainly not me.”
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Matthias Adam Reeves V
"Math" “Mat” “Adam” “V”
"Oh, so you want to know about me? Well, I’ll tell you anything and everything you want to know. My name is Matthias Adam Kensington the Fifth, but my friends call me Math, Mat or V. My parents call me Adam, it gets too confusing when your father is called Matthias too. I was born and raised in London, my father is one of the man men that have been knighted, our family has lived in the lap of luxury for centuries. I have only ever had the best in life – the best clothes, the greatest education, the finest food, the most expensive cars, the hottest girls – everything has been mine for the taking.
So now you’re probably thinking, “Matthias, you are so pompous; you probably think the world revolves around you.” And all I can say to that is, it really does dear friends. I am the sun in this heliocentric universe. From a very young age, I was considered extraordinarily attractive and the moment that I could walk, I was modeling. The first words out of my mouth, my mother likes to tell, was ‘camera’ and she knew right then and there that I was made for a life in front of the lens, just like she had.
I love the fashion, I love the music, I love the fame, I love the eternal youth modeling supplies me with. Yes, it’s a nasty business that will only last until I grow old and wrinkle, but luckily men age sophisticatedly. I will be the next Brad Pitt or Russell Crow – attractive despite my age – and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it. I’ve determined it and so it shall be.
We moved to California when I was 14, I had exhausted – and angered, unfortunately – every modeling agency in England. My mother knew that fame was in my future so she would do anything to provide me with the fame I longed for, even move away from Jolly Ol’ London to buy me my success. And that’s exactly what she and my father did. They donated to Renegade a hefty sum of money and next thing I knew I was signed to a very long, binding contract with the group. I’ve been modeling for them for six years now and for some reason they’ve painted me as the good boy of the modeling world – even getting me a few TV series.
But there is a lion that they cannot hide that dwells deep beneath this beautiful face. I’m not the good boy like everyone thinks I am, I just have a really good publicist. Really, if you knew me for the real me you’d laugh at the absurdity as well. It seems I have had sex with every hot girl in L.A and about half of them are still in my cell phone programmed for a hot and steamy night, they all think I love them dearly and might end up marrying them. You’re probably wondering now about all of those pictures of me with other girls, they think they’re all old friends, cousins, sisters – that I don’t have – something. Oh the glories of a good kiss – they wipe everything from a girl’s memory.
I can play the role of the good boy, though, and that’s how I get every girl around. Just by an innocent smile, but the guys all know the man I can be. My list is impressive, even you would be jealous of it. Yes, I am that good.
So, my goals in life? I’m living my goal, a life as a model with an endless list of hot women throwing themselves at my feet. I am the face of so many things, the face of Calvin Klein, Armani, Dolce and Gabana and so many other notable brands. My paycheck is impressive, my popularity to die for, girls who long to kiss my lush lips. Who could ask for anything more? Certainly not me.”
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Vincent smiled on her skin as he heard the sigh slip through her lips. Sere's voice, breathy with pleasure, made Vincent want her more. He was already aware of how much he liked her, how much their personalities just seemed to mesh, but the physical aspect was so powerful. He had heard the saying that a picture is worth a thousand words, but Sere's touch was worth a million.
"Then I won't," he spoke onto her skin as he kissed down her neck. He remembered his conversation with Cadence about soulmates and he couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance he had finally met one of his. He couldn't tell, and he knew that he may never know, but he did know that their connection was firey hot. He knew that the feelings he felt towards Sere were so powerful that he would never be able to deny them.
He loved the feel of Sere's hands in his hair, her hands were so small but they seemed to fit perfectly wherever she placed them. Her head tilted and he complied, knowing without even reading her mind that she wanted him to kiss her once more. Vincent looked her in the eyes and whispered, "you're so beautiful," as he brushed his lips lightly against hers once more.
He was slightly aware of where they were. He was slightly aware of the multitudes of people who could walk up and see the two of them kissing. And he didn't care. This was the first time he cared about a human enough to not care about what the world had to say about him and he was grateful. Grateful he met Sere. Grateful that she was here for him right now.
"Then I won't," he spoke onto her skin as he kissed down her neck. He remembered his conversation with Cadence about soulmates and he couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance he had finally met one of his. He couldn't tell, and he knew that he may never know, but he did know that their connection was firey hot. He knew that the feelings he felt towards Sere were so powerful that he would never be able to deny them.
He loved the feel of Sere's hands in his hair, her hands were so small but they seemed to fit perfectly wherever she placed them. Her head tilted and he complied, knowing without even reading her mind that she wanted him to kiss her once more. Vincent looked her in the eyes and whispered, "you're so beautiful," as he brushed his lips lightly against hers once more.
He was slightly aware of where they were. He was slightly aware of the multitudes of people who could walk up and see the two of them kissing. And he didn't care. This was the first time he cared about a human enough to not care about what the world had to say about him and he was grateful. Grateful he met Sere. Grateful that she was here for him right now.
Charlotte - model
