I woke up thinking the events of the night before were just a dream but then I turned and saw a naked Aamir in the bed beside me. He looked so cute with bed head. He began to stir as I was next to him just lost in the moment admiring him. He woke up slowly and his first words, "You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in the morning." He cupped my...
Disclaimer: All persons in this story are 18 years or older. It is a fictional world. Highschool girls are at least 18 years old. You are playing Lisa Meier. She is a highschool student in her first year. She is transfering to Saint-Etienne Academy a co-ed private catholic school today because her mum did find a new job as a secretary for a major law firm in...
Note: This is a continuation of What I Want and What I Want (Part 2). You really do need to read these first to have an understanding as to what is going on here. I lead an unusual life and am grateful for this. I'll leave you to your own judgments as to its worth. Prologue You must believe me when I say I know how lucky I am. In some sense I am twice luck...
Created by Patricia51 and Linda_s Two cops help a new mom move on with her life. Special thanks to Patricia51 and LadyCibelle. You guys are wonderful friends! LadyCibelle is the best editor I have ever known. And thanks to my newest friend, Roxanne Appleby. Her stories are suffused with warm-heartedness and caring, which I hope I can show in the stories I...
6 men, 6 women, 1 house and millions of viewers. What could go wrong? ---------------------- DAY THREE. 9AM Big Brother's voice woke me. It seemed that 9am would be wake-up time from now on. Better than the 6am I usually have during school term time, but not as good as the 10am I usually managed on weekends and school holidays. "This is Big Brother. Al...
"But honey I do not feel for a party." Alexa said to Peret. "Have you not been here in this house depressed for the last six months?" "Yes I have but just because I have been put on medications do not mean it is the cure all and I should party." "Maybe so but really feel you should go. Get out of the house for a bit. Connect again with your best friend Mi...
Some people seem to have the idea that, because of the racial aspect of the things I have written, I must hate black women. One person even commented that all black women are not sluts. First of all, I want to say that I love all women. I love black women, white women, Asian women, and Spanish women. Any women who have taken offense to what I've written wit...
The restaurant was lovely and the evening a good one but I was a little distracted, as I had things that I needed to say but hadn't had a chance before we dropped Rachel at my parents. Clive could tell I was a preoccupied before we left but I made sure he didn't have the chance to question me and later when he gave me a couple of inquiring glances I chose to...
A warm Saturday morning in the crowded shopping mall and Anne Metcalfe wandered disconsolately among the busy shoppers. She felt as if her life had arrived at crisis point. Forty two years of age, her two children, son David and daughter Maureen, had left home during the past year to take up their own lives, and a fortnight ago her husband Phil had announced...
She looked at the clinic in the rear view mirror, she couldn't go through with it. It disappeared in the distance. She felt like she was going to be sick. She pulled the rental car to the side of the road... she was too embarrassed of her destination to have a cab drive her there. She pushed her blonde hair out of her face as the tears started to began to fa...