Romance - Page 127



Please read my first series parts 1-5 or none of this will make sense to you. ^_^ First I'd like to explain a few things. 1) Part 5 was meant to be a Segway to the new series with John and Alex
It was two months later and her mind was still busy with the still fresh memory of the party. A smile crept across her face as she remembered her first two orgasms since high school and tried to remember who had given her such a pleasurable experience


Kat stood in her kitchen doorway. Her silk gown blowing in the breeze. Her eyes scanning the back gate watching for her lover to walk up. It was nearing the time for him to be there. Her children were away with family and her husband was at work. She was so excited for this day



When I was a kid I never thought about girls, and I suspect those who openly spoke about it did so for the attention. I never hung out with any girls, I had no girls as close friends or anything like that



Skeletons in my closet chapter 20 Skeletons in my closet chapter 20 Princess comes out to play That night when it was time for bed. Keith was true to his word as he would have no fun with either of us. We even had to shower alone. When bedtime came he got Megan her pills



It was almost time for last call. Brandon wiped the sodden rag over the counter and put the empty glass the girl had just put down into the crate under the bar with the other dirty glasses. “One more?” he asked. She nodded and took her wallet from her purse
“What was that?” She gasped, “What did you just do to me?” That was perhaps the most important of the many things my new friend and I discussed the first time I visited her home. It had begun with a phone call
She looked at herself in the mirror as the bass beat thumped loudly. Her dark straight hair framed her face. She noticed she went a little too dark in her eyes, but it matched her mood. Everyone called her gorgeous, or beautiful, but she didn’t see it



Love never fades. Growing up. My name is Aaron Fitz. For the first twelve years of my life, I grew up like any other child. Going to school, coming home from school, doing my homework, playing with toys, just being a normal child
6-6Everyone who has been bullied dreams that, when they leave high school, everything will change. Everyone lives in hope and likes feel good stories where the nerd gets the girl in the end
This was a story I wrote for a friend through an IM. Hope you like it. ______ Paula was 21, her friend Doc, who she'd been friends with since Highschool was 22. He'd always thought about her as more of a friend, than a partner. She however, had always been interested in him



This is part four of my long-neglected story, “Dad, I Have a Question.” It isn't absolutely necessary to read the earlier chapters to understand this one, but, like I said before, it can't hurt


I have changed the age of my Niece to be compliant with the rules. This also throws off all future timelines. I apologize for any confusion, however I hope you will understand



A Special World A special world for you and me A special bond one cannot see It wraps us up in its cocoon And holds us fiercely in its womb
A few weeks past and we were loving every minute of our summer vacation. I got a part-time job at a warehouse moving boxes and bags around. It was good work with good pay and I definitely got a work out. I got home from work Thursday and Shawn was in our bathroom