A/N: Hello guys!
Yes, I am back. No, you're not dreaming - this is a cruel reality. Well, I am attempting to rewrite my lovely story Strip My Mind. I won't promise to update regularly, but I will try to make this story good excellent.
The first chapter is written from Damon's point of view and I didn't change much, just something here and there. Hope you will enjoy it!
I'm sorry for any mistakes!
Warning: Mature Content. And by the way, I don't own The Vampire Diaries, nor the Red Hot Chili Peppers band. If I could, I would allow Ian Somerhalder to do cuddle sessions with his pets all day long and RHCP would sing/play to me every time and everywhere I want.
Hot as Hades early eighties
Sign another song and make me
Feel like I'm in love again
She's like a snake.
Yeah, she's digging her beautiful, long nails in the nape of my neck right now. Great, I gotta take her hands and bring them down again. It's like this almost every time. Practically every fucking time. And I don't even know why she does it. I just know that I hate it.
She's stripping my mind.
I don't allow anyone to strip my mind. It's a big NO. Nobody can read my thoughts; nobody can taste my soul. I like it this way and I want to leave it this way.
But she's stripping my fucking mind!
Don't take me wrong, I like this girl. She has a nice body, beautiful soul and kind heart. Being with her is as arousing as looking in your teenage years at stolen Plaboy posters of naked women. Perfect and mind-blowing experience.
The problem is that I have never been a fan of mind-blowing experiences. Of course, sometimes it's great to just let go and clean your mind of all that shit, but I use for that several much safer methods, for example fucking, drinking or sleeping. However, with her is everything so very dangerous. I need to be aware of every move, look, touch, kiss… Because everything seems like the most mind-blowing thing that I've ever experienced.
Right now she's so beautiful. Her brown hair is spread over the white pillow; her eyes are shining like two big stars in the middle of deep darkness and those blood-red lips are slightly open, revealing brightly white teeth and smooth as silk, rosy tongue. She's breathing heavily. And then there are those flushed cheeks. I love them so fucking much. Or her firm breasts. They always bounce when she struggles underneath me. I love that, too.
Hell, if I were a famous quarterback at some pretty big high school, I would have said to her that she's perfect to me; that I want to and need to love her.
Stop!
You see that? That's how she strips my mind!
I don't believe in love, nor in relationships or friendships or any other ships with women. I use girls younger than twenty-five and older than sixteen just so I could woo them and then fuck their brains out. It's pretty simple math which has been my motto since the day I lost my virginity to the past girlfriend of my own father. This is what I believe in. But I have never thought that at the age of twenty-six I would meet someone who can change my life; who can destroy everything I have ever believed in.
She did. She strips my mind.
Oh my fucking god, what does she do to me? I feel like a little boy when she looks at me like this. Her eyes are wide open and tons of emotions are written in them. In her innocent face. And it's beautiful, because nobody has ever looked at me like she does. Nobody has ever evoked in me these feelings.
My heart beats faster when she smiles. My body shakes when she touches me. My mind is in overload.
And I love it all.
Because she strips my mind.
Please don't strip my mind
Leave something behind
Please don't strip my mind
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