She told me she worked as a Senior Tax Accountant at a major company and that she graduated from a small university in the mid-west. She seemed like a real cool chick, she was flirty and keep touching me, so I knew what was up. She said she wanted to see me later though because she had an early morning and asked for my number. I like that she turned it on me, normally I asked for the number, but this was cool too. I gave her my number and asked for hers as she stood up she looked at me and said, “If I call you than you will have my number.” She gave me a million dollar smile, winked at me and walked away. I liked her style from that moment on.
It took her about a week or more to call me, we made some plans to meet up and have drinks and dinner at a local spot called Andre’s. Over dinner she was flirty just like before, but a lot more forward. Matter of fact she was forward as hell and it really turned me on. While we were sitting at the table waiting for our drinks to come she sat right beside me in our booth. She had on this tight skirt that stopped right above her knee, a grey blouse, and black heels. I assumed she had come straight from work. She looked business professional but sexy. She keep rubbing her breast against my arm and touching me, making eye contact, she even put her hand on my thigh. When we were both done eating I asked when I can see her again.
She turned toward me and whispered in my ear,” Y can see me naked now, if you’d like.”
It was almost like she purred it out. I was a little shocked that she rolled like that, but I thought fuck it, she want the dick than she can get the dick.
“Oh, word? Like that uh?” I asked.
“Yes, like that. I’m going to be real with you. I think you fine as he...
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...he hiding some shit, but who am I to say anything about that, I hide damn never everything about myself from her.
I almost felt like I was catching feeling for her and maybe would like her to be a permanent fixture in my life. Plus some of the freaky shit we do, I don’t know if any other women would be down for that shit and I don’t know if I’d trust another women with my freaky secrets. I honestly don’t even know why I trust her, but I do. I feel like I really need to check myself, or maybe she could be the one. I am getting older and thinking about getting into a new line of work. I been doing this shit since I was twenty-two and it’s starting to take a toll on me anyway. I have enough money to do some other shit, something that isn’t so risky. It would be nice to have somebody to come home to. I don’t know though. I think I’m tripping though.
thrusts". The man's got class, what can I say? It was a stupid thing to do on her part, but
We instantly started talking about the film we wanted to see and proceeded to get our tickets together. After the movie, he politely asked if it was okay for him to hold my hand and I let him. We walked around the whole mall hand-in-hand talking about the movie we just watched. Then we went outside for a full-blown make out session in a secluded spot. The only reason we stopped was because security told us to leave the premises, we could have easily been there all night. My mom had dropped me off at the mall that night and so he offered to give me a ride home. Right before dropping me off he asked for me to be his girlfriend. And then he shared he was already falling deeply in love with me. I was so shocked by how fast it all happened and it all seemed like a dream to me. I agreed to be his girlfriend, but told him a benevolent lie when I also agreed that I was also falling in love with him already because I did not want to hurt his feelings (Alder, pg 97). Our first date was intriguing because it first felt like we were barely initiating our relationship, then experimenting, then straight to intensifying, all the way to integrating the relationship by the end of the night.
Down the bar sat Natalie, a total blonde bombshell. As she noticed me eavesdropping on her conversation with her girlfri...
Eventually, she started asking me questions. She asked them with such interest. She was coming up with questions much more creative than mine.She was responding with kindness. She maintained eye contact the whole time no matter how boring my answers were. She made me feel very
It had been over a year, and I still hadn't seen her in the store. I honestly didn't know what I'd say if I saw her, but I tried to imagine it. I saw her father (I assume) every week in the store, the same red sash, the same yin-yang jacket, as he bought fruit and eggs and bread and beer and toilet paper. But he never bought fish. And I never said anything to him, and he never noticed me or said Hi. But she noticed me. She knew me. And one day, I knew she would be in the store again, and I would see her standing by the milk, and she would see me standing by the frozen fish.
“You’re going to be the prettiest girl on the dance floor.” She said softly in my ears.
Giving her ass yet another swat he in a quick spin he ducked her under his arm and around his waist like he was dancing with her then quickly lay her across his lap. Giving her left cheek a hard slap he grasp her dark locks and tugged upward slightly.
...t her as soon as she arrives from her work. She was an escort by the way. and I did, Sam was with me, he told me she kissed that ugly guy and that she let him grab her tits, he saw all that from the window of the terrace. So when I saw her, I run to her and shook her dress, she turned to see who. "Do you want to buy a cigarette madam? Please madam they are good, I haven't bought any today". I was sweating, and she pushed me with disgust, and continued her way.
I was still reeling with so many questions, but she started to hum, soft and sweet, and I laid back on the sand, my eyes stinging from the salt. And after a few bars of Gentle on My Mind, I was
She is still in a relationship but from about mid September till now we have talked almost every day all day. When she would go hang out with them should would delete my number and conversations we had so the person she was in a relationship would not get mad. I would have to deal with not being able to talk to the girl I love for hours on end while she was with someone else. During this time we have kissed many more times and each time it feels like our first kiss. One weekend I stayed the night at her house. We ended up making love. It was not just sex there was more to it than just that. This was the first time that I had experienced that and I finally realized what the difference was between having sex and making
When she and I met, I had just turned fifteen just a few months before. It was during a point at which I did not have many friends, and the ones I did have, I didn't really trust. At the time I was suffering from crippling social anxiety, which made meeting and talking to people, or even going out in crowded areas, incredibly difficult for me. It is for this reason that at the time of our meeting I felt what I can only describ...
I pulled into the driveway and staggered into the loud, large and mysterious place. I was surprised at how many people were there. It could have been about twenty or so. I would not know because I am not highly educated. My education actually collapsed after being involved with you. I put all my attention and focus towards you. I can’t count the amount of times I missed class or skipped school. Whilst thinking of this, a young girl came strolling over. She had dark, long hair, brown eyes and a slim figure nearly identical to my own appearance. She wore a white garment matched with pure, silk shoes. Her glamour attracted people from all directions. She looked about twenty five years old.
It is the start of a new year and I thought I would start a journal chronicling my daily experiences. Tonight we decided to go to the local F.O.P. lodge to a New Years Eve party. We had a pretty good time but what happened later that evening is something that I hope I don’t forget for a long time to come. Still fresh in my mind was the conversation Angela and I had on Christmas night. She was hinting that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be in a serious relationship this soon after the breakup of her previous one. If that wasn’t hard enough on Christmas she also was to ill to attend my brothers wedding with me in Madison Indiana . To add to all the confusion in my head, on my way home I stopped and got her a rose and a “happy New Years” balloon. She seemed quite touched by the gesture but also visibly troubled by it. I asked her if she was ready to have a good time tonight and she said “I was but now I don’t know.” Now what in the world does that mean! I tried applying all sorts of significant meanings to that statement but in the end I decided to just let it go and let events unfold as they would. Fast forward to 2 minutes before midnight. Angela is an absolute goddess, she is very beautiful and one of the nicest, sweetest woman I have ever met, but she is not one given to affection, especially public affection. Well at 2 minutes till she laid a kiss on me that lasted well after midnight. She absolutely blew me away!! The rest of the night was nice, we went to a couple more clubs but that moment is burned into my memory. Everything else paled in comparison. I don’t know if it is possible but I think I kissed her with my heart as well as my lips. I have heard of your “minds eye”, but tonight I found my “hearts mouth”.................
We started talking daily and after a couple months it evolved into a sublime but content friendship. Kara asked for my hand in a class on a beautiful cloudless morning. I couldn’t get myself to come to the realization that she might actually like me more than a friend. But I declined. I knew it couldn’t be real and I didn’t look forward to being embarrassed. It had to be a joke and even if it wasn’t, she was too good for me. I wouldn’t want to bring her down to my level especially when she could have any guy she wanted.
Pretty, somewhat insecure, and full of questions. After a time I came to know her better as a person, not as an entity. I would come to talking with her at every chance I could. One of life’s greatest mysteries is why we are so easy to trust, to care, and to hope. Why would I care to talk with this girl? Why care about her, or even hope to talk with her. The reason, I wanted to start something. Something that I would eventually have no control over. An overused word: Dating. Only one thing stood before me and Cameron. A boyfriend. Thus began my journey to achieve my goals. After many months of talking and receiving hell for what was to come, they eventually broke up during a school trip to Florida. Her sisters were giving her hell, yelling at her.