She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. It had been a long day. Why the hell was she now stuck in traffic? Sighing, the young brunette yanked on her handbrake, took the car out of gear and switched off the engine. Who knew how long she would be here. The radio said there was an accident up ahead.
The sun was streaming through her window as she lay back in her seat and her mind began to wander. She couldn’t stop her eyes from closing and her mind from wandering....
She’d definitely gotten lucky with her new man. He was everything she had ever dreamed of having –from being attentive, caring and really easy to get on with, to being absolutely amazing at getting her going. He literally had her from nought to sixty in a matter of seconds. Just the thought of how he affected her was making her lacy panties grow damp. He had her so finely tuned, that even him telling her how gorgeous she was, made her melt.
After a quick glance around, the girl confirmed that no one was paying attention to her and she slowly slid her hand between her legs and let her mind continue its journey.
It started with the two of them in the car. The very car she was in right now. They were driving along a country road, all twisting lanes and hedges, trees as far as the eye could see and not a soul about. As he drove, she let her hands wander up his inner thigh, nails scratching lightly against the fabric of his trousers. He glanced sideways at her and smiled. He knew where this was heading, and although he was driving he felt his cock twitch inside his boxers. He gently captured her hand with his, kissed it gently and transferred them both to her lap. He needed to concentrate and she was determined to distract him.
“Nearly there,” he muttered hoarsely. “Just hold that thought.”
The girl wriggled in anticipation; her teeth biting gently into her lower lip. She wrestled her hand free and placed it back on his cock inside his pants, rubbing it gently as he pulled into the car park. He sighed loudly, feeling the tension pour out of him now he no longer had to concentrate on driving. They were parked up in a shaded car park at the top of a huge lake surrounded by trees. There was not a soul around. All was quiet except for the gentle lap of water and the birds singing in the tree tops.
They stepped out of the car, stretching cramped limbs and the girl skipped around to his side, slipping her hand around his waist and cuddling in close. They began to head down to the lake side path, chatting about nothing as they walked. Content simply to be in one another’s company for the time being.
Before long, they reached the meadow, a large grassy area usually occupied with hundreds of sun worshippers but in the evening air, it was deserted. They had the entire space to themselves. It wasn’t quite dusk, but the sun was dropping and they were glad that they had thought to grab the blanket from the car. He spread it on the ground and gestured for her to sit first, arranging himself around her to keep her warm. She relaxed into his arms and raised her face for a kiss. Their lips touched and instantly the spark between them flared. They kissed more passionately, hands beginning to roam as they fell back to lie on the blanket, exploring one another.
Her hands reached his belt buckle, undoing it quickly and then unfastening his trousers. His hands slid under her loose top, finding her bra and undoing it, releasing her breasts to hang against him. Her hand, meanwhile, had found its way inside his tight boxers and was slowly massaging his cock which was already hard and fighting to escape its confined space.
In a smooth movement, she relieved herself of her trousers, baring her sex to the evening sky and to her relief, he did the same. Sure fingers began to inch their way to her wet pussy, playing in the wetness of her arousal trailing down her thighs, before deftly finding and massaging her clit, making her gasp with pleasure. At the same time, she kissed him again, dancing her tongue against his while her fingers played over his balls making him groan for more against her mouth and she complied, her hand wrapping around his cock and wanking it slowly.
His fingers playing over her clit and inside her were making her ache for more, her back arching off the blanket, yearning for the feel of his cock inside her. Just as she was about to beg for more, his fingers found the magic rhythm and she cried out, her breath catching inside her as she came over his fingers, her body writhing on the blanket as she lost all sense of control. He grinned as she shouted her pleasure in the stillness of the meadow. As she came back to earth, his fingers flicked over her still sensitive clit, causing her to writhe some more and pull him towards her, letting his body settle between her legs.
She sat up slightly, dragging her nails down his back, pulling him closer, raising her hips to receive his cock into her warm, wet pussy as his lips touched hers and her legs wrapped around his back, pushing him as deep as she could. Kissing him deeply, she relaxed her legs and let him work out the rhythm, letting him move hard and fast inside her. Her still sensitive clit gave her occasional twitches as he worked himself inside her making her whimper and moan under him. She began to move with him, hearing his breathing quicken and his movement become more urgent as his orgasm came closer.
She dug her fingers into his firm arse, pushing him further inside her again, triggering her orgasm as she did and causing her to cry out as it overpowered her, leaving her helpless under the boy. Her pelvic muscles contracting and squeezing his cock as he moved made him gasp, thrust into her harder and suddenly, with a loud sigh cum hard, holding her tight against him as he did, teeth biting into her shoulder before collapsing, spent, on top of her.
The sound of sirens suddenly brought the girl back to her senses. Her hand was still massaging her wet pussy. She couldn’t remember ever being this wet before. Her clit tingled as she brushed her thumb over it. The stress of the traffic jam had abated; she couldn’t be more chilled out. Maybe all she needed was a good orgasm. It would have been better if he really had been there though..... She gave a little wriggle in her seat, her panties were wet with her juices and suddenly, she was all too aware of a nagging ache in her bladder. Things were about to get even more interesting.
Monday, 26 March 2012
Monday, 19 March 2012
Attracting a crowd.
“Well that film was a load of shit!” Dee exclaimed as she and Anthony left the cinema screen. “I’m so sorry I subjected you to that!” She slipped her hand into his as they walked towards the door and snuggled in close.
Anthony sighed happily. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you can make it up to me...” he teased as he squeezed her hand.
Dee giggled and slid back into the car. She rubbed her hands together thoughtfully, leaning over and planting a kiss on Anth’s cheek. “Let’s head back to the coast. We’ll go park somewhere and.... listen to some music?”
Anth readily agreed and, slipping the car into gear, roared off towards the sea to a place they had visited once before. As they drove, Dee slid her hand along his thigh making him sigh inwardly at her teasing. He couldn’t complain though – apparently this was revenge for last weekend. She was being completely unfair though, being a complete and utter tease as she dragged her fingernails down the inside of his wrist knowing that it would get him going. He gently brushed her hand away.
“Babe, I need to concentrate. We don’t wanna be in a car wreck!”
Dee pouted slightly but agreed. “Alright then. When we stop though, I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens next. Head for the lighthouse. It was relaxing there last week.” She grinned as she said this, a wicked glint coming into her eye.
Anth put his foot down a little, urging the car to their destination faster. As he navigated his way through the unfamiliar streets, he felt Dee’s little hand creep back to his thigh, tracing her fingers in small circles as he drove. That much he could cope with but the lighthouse better appear bloody soon. Suddenly it loomed on the horizon and he swung the car to the right, down the narrow road to the car park.
“Shall we stop here or try the other one?” he asked.
“Other one, it might be a bit more private.” Dee quickly replied, taking in the steamed up car parked at the top of the car park. “Although... I’m not sure.”
Sure enough, there were more people in the other car park and they ended up back in the first. Anth parked the car, facing the black, calm sea and switched off the lights, locking them both in darkness with only the quiet sound of music in the background for company. They unbuckled their seatbelts and turned slightly so they were facing each other in the front seats of the car. Dee’s eyes sparkled in the gloom as she leaned in close and kissed him. Her soft lips touching his gently, her hand caressing his face.
Anth groaned quietly, his hand reaching up to stroke down her side, catching her boob and squeezing it gently. He kissed her back harder, his hand cheekily sliding down inside her bra, pinching her nipple and making her gasp against his mouth. Her hand dropped to his lap and began to lightly stroke the hard cock she could feel through his jeans.
She could feel her pussy moistening at his touch, with his tongue thrusting inside her mouth against her own and at his teeth, biting at her lip. She moaned pressed closer to him and then was illuminated by car headlights driving towards the car park. They wheeled around the car and pulled to a halt alongside them.
“For fuck’s sake!” Anth swore. “We always get a crowd. Let’s scoot. Find somewhere else.”
Dee twisted back into her seat, buckled the belt and quickly rearranged her clothes. “I know where we can go,” she said huskily. “Turn right out of here.” Anth quickly complied. They were quickly hidden away in a secluded car park.
“No one will come down here.” Dee stated. “It’s a day time dog walking place but it’s not so good at night.”
With that, she unfastened her seatbelt and turned once again to her boyfriend in the driver’s seat. Once more their lips met, and tongues touched, both of them as keen as the other to be back in this wonderful moment again. This time, as they kissed in the secluded twilight, Anth’s hand slid up Dee’s thigh, moving towards her crotch.
“You are so wet! I can feel how damp you are though your leggings!” Anth exclaimed gleefully, his fingers moving over Dee’s pussy making her whimper with desire. She moved slightly, so she was lying across his lap, giving him easy access to her pussy. “You dirty bitch!” he whispered as she did.
“I want to feel your fingers inside me. I want you to make me cum.” Dee murmured, raising her hips to encourage Anth’s exploring fingers to find their way inside her knickers. He obliged and teasingly ran the tip of a finger down her wet slit, making her writhe in pleasure. She reached up, pulling his head down to her, her teeth finding his lip and biting it gently. Only releasing him as he teased a finger over her wet clit and making her gasp. He gently flicked his fingers, then moved them lower, softly slipping them inside her wet pussy and making her moan in pleasure again.
“Fucking hell babe. Harder. Please. Harder.” Dee moaned loudly, gasping in pleasure as she slid her hand down to her wet pussy to play her fingers over her clit while Anth firmly flicked his fingers inside her. This was definitely what she had been waiting for. She had been waiting for someone to take her in hand and dominate her. Feeling Anth’s strong hand playing with her wetness, she groaned louder still. “I can’t wait until we go away. I am going to suck your cock, cover it with my mouth, let my fingers play with your balls until you cum down my throat and I can swallow every last drop...” she gasped out as Anth brought her closer and closer to orgasm. He groaned loudly, instinctively raising his hips beneath her as his fingers continued their teasing rhythm inside her. Her breathing quickened and her eyes glazed over as her orgasm began to build. Her moans filled the car, her hand gripping the front of his shirt when suddenly headlights filled the rear windscreen.
“Are you fucking kidding?” she shrieked. “I was so fucking close...” Dee hauled herself back into her seat, flushed and flustered, smoothing out her clothes. She flashed a cheeky grin at Anth and ran her fingers lightly over the bulge in his jeans. “Next time lover, it’s your turn,” she whispered, leaning in close to plant a kiss on his lips. “I owe you.”
Anthony sighed happily. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you can make it up to me...” he teased as he squeezed her hand.
Dee giggled and slid back into the car. She rubbed her hands together thoughtfully, leaning over and planting a kiss on Anth’s cheek. “Let’s head back to the coast. We’ll go park somewhere and.... listen to some music?”
Anth readily agreed and, slipping the car into gear, roared off towards the sea to a place they had visited once before. As they drove, Dee slid her hand along his thigh making him sigh inwardly at her teasing. He couldn’t complain though – apparently this was revenge for last weekend. She was being completely unfair though, being a complete and utter tease as she dragged her fingernails down the inside of his wrist knowing that it would get him going. He gently brushed her hand away.
“Babe, I need to concentrate. We don’t wanna be in a car wreck!”
Dee pouted slightly but agreed. “Alright then. When we stop though, I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens next. Head for the lighthouse. It was relaxing there last week.” She grinned as she said this, a wicked glint coming into her eye.
Anth put his foot down a little, urging the car to their destination faster. As he navigated his way through the unfamiliar streets, he felt Dee’s little hand creep back to his thigh, tracing her fingers in small circles as he drove. That much he could cope with but the lighthouse better appear bloody soon. Suddenly it loomed on the horizon and he swung the car to the right, down the narrow road to the car park.
“Shall we stop here or try the other one?” he asked.
“Other one, it might be a bit more private.” Dee quickly replied, taking in the steamed up car parked at the top of the car park. “Although... I’m not sure.”
Sure enough, there were more people in the other car park and they ended up back in the first. Anth parked the car, facing the black, calm sea and switched off the lights, locking them both in darkness with only the quiet sound of music in the background for company. They unbuckled their seatbelts and turned slightly so they were facing each other in the front seats of the car. Dee’s eyes sparkled in the gloom as she leaned in close and kissed him. Her soft lips touching his gently, her hand caressing his face.
Anth groaned quietly, his hand reaching up to stroke down her side, catching her boob and squeezing it gently. He kissed her back harder, his hand cheekily sliding down inside her bra, pinching her nipple and making her gasp against his mouth. Her hand dropped to his lap and began to lightly stroke the hard cock she could feel through his jeans.
She could feel her pussy moistening at his touch, with his tongue thrusting inside her mouth against her own and at his teeth, biting at her lip. She moaned pressed closer to him and then was illuminated by car headlights driving towards the car park. They wheeled around the car and pulled to a halt alongside them.
“For fuck’s sake!” Anth swore. “We always get a crowd. Let’s scoot. Find somewhere else.”
Dee twisted back into her seat, buckled the belt and quickly rearranged her clothes. “I know where we can go,” she said huskily. “Turn right out of here.” Anth quickly complied. They were quickly hidden away in a secluded car park.
“No one will come down here.” Dee stated. “It’s a day time dog walking place but it’s not so good at night.”
With that, she unfastened her seatbelt and turned once again to her boyfriend in the driver’s seat. Once more their lips met, and tongues touched, both of them as keen as the other to be back in this wonderful moment again. This time, as they kissed in the secluded twilight, Anth’s hand slid up Dee’s thigh, moving towards her crotch.
“You are so wet! I can feel how damp you are though your leggings!” Anth exclaimed gleefully, his fingers moving over Dee’s pussy making her whimper with desire. She moved slightly, so she was lying across his lap, giving him easy access to her pussy. “You dirty bitch!” he whispered as she did.
“I want to feel your fingers inside me. I want you to make me cum.” Dee murmured, raising her hips to encourage Anth’s exploring fingers to find their way inside her knickers. He obliged and teasingly ran the tip of a finger down her wet slit, making her writhe in pleasure. She reached up, pulling his head down to her, her teeth finding his lip and biting it gently. Only releasing him as he teased a finger over her wet clit and making her gasp. He gently flicked his fingers, then moved them lower, softly slipping them inside her wet pussy and making her moan in pleasure again.
“Fucking hell babe. Harder. Please. Harder.” Dee moaned loudly, gasping in pleasure as she slid her hand down to her wet pussy to play her fingers over her clit while Anth firmly flicked his fingers inside her. This was definitely what she had been waiting for. She had been waiting for someone to take her in hand and dominate her. Feeling Anth’s strong hand playing with her wetness, she groaned louder still. “I can’t wait until we go away. I am going to suck your cock, cover it with my mouth, let my fingers play with your balls until you cum down my throat and I can swallow every last drop...” she gasped out as Anth brought her closer and closer to orgasm. He groaned loudly, instinctively raising his hips beneath her as his fingers continued their teasing rhythm inside her. Her breathing quickened and her eyes glazed over as her orgasm began to build. Her moans filled the car, her hand gripping the front of his shirt when suddenly headlights filled the rear windscreen.
“Are you fucking kidding?” she shrieked. “I was so fucking close...” Dee hauled herself back into her seat, flushed and flustered, smoothing out her clothes. She flashed a cheeky grin at Anth and ran her fingers lightly over the bulge in his jeans. “Next time lover, it’s your turn,” she whispered, leaning in close to plant a kiss on his lips. “I owe you.”
Saturday, 23 October 2010
Sunday, 12 September 2010
Beauty Junkie
I've recently come to the realisation that I am a Beauty Junkie. I've always liked make up and I have no staying power when it comes to mascara and such like and change it every time I need a new one... Same with foundation. I've tried expensive ones and cheap ones and found none to my liking. However recently I seem to have settled down and am trying brand loyalty.
I have also realised that since I started to read beauty blogs, I have to have the must have products. I read a good review about Models Own nail varnish - I had to have it, the most coveted Barry M nail varnish in Mushroom, yes please. Matte top coat? I'll take one!
I have to say, I haven't been disappointed in what I have gathered recently. I've also bought a new foundation and on first impressions, it's amazing. Max Factor colour match foundation - amazing! Goes on like a dream and just stays there!
My beauty kit is going to consist from now on of:
Moisturiser - Johnsons when it is on offer, boots essentials when not.
Foundation - Max Factor Colour Match in Natural
Primer - No7 for correcting sallow skin atm.
Powder - Naturel Collection pressed or loose in warm translucent.
Blusher - Barry M (still experimenting here though)
Eyes - Variable.
Mascara - Max Factor False Lash Effect
No7 cleanser to remove with separate eye make up remover, sudocrem over night.
Nails will be variable also.
I wonder if this will stop me coveting so many things?!
I have also realised that since I started to read beauty blogs, I have to have the must have products. I read a good review about Models Own nail varnish - I had to have it, the most coveted Barry M nail varnish in Mushroom, yes please. Matte top coat? I'll take one!
I have to say, I haven't been disappointed in what I have gathered recently. I've also bought a new foundation and on first impressions, it's amazing. Max Factor colour match foundation - amazing! Goes on like a dream and just stays there!
My beauty kit is going to consist from now on of:
Moisturiser - Johnsons when it is on offer, boots essentials when not.
Foundation - Max Factor Colour Match in Natural
Primer - No7 for correcting sallow skin atm.
Powder - Naturel Collection pressed or loose in warm translucent.
Blusher - Barry M (still experimenting here though)
Eyes - Variable.
Mascara - Max Factor False Lash Effect
No7 cleanser to remove with separate eye make up remover, sudocrem over night.
Nails will be variable also.
I wonder if this will stop me coveting so many things?!
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Job... real world
So, having finished my PGCE, it is now time to enter the real world and start trying to get a job. Had my first real interview today. Taught for 20mins and then had to have a formal interview. I don't want to say how it went - I'm such a bad judge. I hope they liked me and that threw it in my favour!
Getting a job is ridiculous. There are so many hoops to jump through and that is something that I am not the best at. I find it really difficult. It seems ridiculous that you jump through all of the hoops and then end up doing what you want anyway.
I have an interview tomorrow to start getting jobseekers allowance. I'm really hoping I can call them later and cancel it in light of getting this job. I don't want to be on the dole. There are so many negative connotations associated with it. People who take job seekers allowance are not scroungers, they are people who are looking for jobs! FACT! You have to be looking to get it.
Anyway, I don't really have a lot to say so...
Getting a job is ridiculous. There are so many hoops to jump through and that is something that I am not the best at. I find it really difficult. It seems ridiculous that you jump through all of the hoops and then end up doing what you want anyway.
I have an interview tomorrow to start getting jobseekers allowance. I'm really hoping I can call them later and cancel it in light of getting this job. I don't want to be on the dole. There are so many negative connotations associated with it. People who take job seekers allowance are not scroungers, they are people who are looking for jobs! FACT! You have to be looking to get it.
Anyway, I don't really have a lot to say so...
Monday, 14 June 2010
Love Gives Me Hope.
I was born blind.
Many people would just be my friend for a few years and leave. Except one boy. He stayed with me since kindergarten, despite my disabilities.
Last year, I got surgery so I could regain my sight.
The first thing that I saw when I woke up was the one boy, on his one knee, asking for my hand in marriage.
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My grandma has MD and can't do simple things.
I went over to their house & my grandpa was digging in the closet, crying, because he couldn't find the pink nail polish.
I asked why he needed it & he told me that, despite his arthritis, he paints her nails once a week.
His love for my grandma GMH
---
My older sister was always mean to me. We shared a bedroom.
At night she was so mean, I would sleep in my Mom's room.
Then I found out that she was mean to me to protect me from our older brother, who was raping her at night.
Her sacrifice to protect me because she loves me GMH.
---
At my senior prom, there was a girl in my grade who is handicapped and confined to a wheelchair.
During one of the slow dances, a boy picked her up from her chair and slow danced with her, holding her up the entire time, so that she could have at least one dance at her prom.
People like Liam GMH.
---
In fifth grade there was a boy who was having a party.
He invited his 3 best friends and 2 kids no one ever talked to.
When he called their parents to ask if they could come they both started to cry.
Neither of them have ever been invited to a birthday party before - one has Down Syndrome, the other is blind. He GMH
---
I work weddings, and for one, the groom's mother was very ill.
She was in a wheel chair, and had an oxygen tank. I was shocked when the DJ announced the Mother/Son dance, but he rolled her chair on to the dance floor and rocked her back and forth.
She even stood up briefly to dance with him before she had to sit back down.
A mother's LGMH.
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My grandmother is in a nursing home with severe dementia/Alzheimer's.
My grandfather visits her every week. Her illness stops her from remembering anyone, and yet her eyes light up at the sight of him - I don't think she knows why.
Love that overcomes all gives me hope.
---
Last night was my prom night.
A girl with Down's Syndrome was dancing by herself and everyone was laughing at her.
My boyfriend broke away from me and went over to dance with her. My boyfriend's kindness GMH.
---
In 12th grade I watched my friend Kay finish in last place of her cross country race.
This was the race that college recruits were watching. Only I know she didn't "wear out" like everyone thought.
She let a girl with Down Syndrome pass her, because her goal was to not place last just one time. GMH.
---
I work at a nursing home, and we admitted a husband (Rob) and wife (Jane).
Jane was dying, but Rob was healthy. I asked the nurse why he was there too.
The nurse told me that he admitted himself so he could be with Jane for her last moments, and so she wouldn't die alone.
Jane died a few weeks later, hand in hand with her husband of 60 years.
---
One day I got a phone call from my daughter's Grade 1 teacher saying I was to provide my daughter a lunch EVERY DAY!
Confused, I asked my daughter what she was doing with her lunches.
Her response? "A girl in my class doesn't get a lunch so I give mine to her."
My daughter's selflessness GMH
---
My daughter goes to kindergarten, and there is a boy there who is blind.
She didn't understand what this meant, so I explained.
The next day when I picked her up, I found her sitting across from the boy with her eyes closed, describing what trees looked like. The boy was grinning from ear to ear. GMH.
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My little sister came home from school one day and demanded I take her to the library so she could get books on sign language.
I asked why? She told me there was a new kid at school who was deaf and she wanted to befriend him.
Today, I stood beside her at their wedding watching her sign... “I DO”.
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12 years ago, my best friend wrote something down on a piece of paper, and told me I couldn't read it. He said I'd have to wait.
Today, on our 4th anniversary, (we're dating), he gave me the paper.
It says, "I already know you're the one. I'll love you forever, marry me?"
He wrote it when we were 11. His timeless love for me GMH.
---
A friend of mine is battling A.L.L., a form of Leukemia.
During this time, she has had to be in a "germ free" room.
Her boyfriend has sacrificed almost 2 months of his time staying in that one room with her, living off IV nutrients and dehydrated food, etc.
His love for her GMH.
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My husband has been blind since a few weeks after he was born.
Today, he pulled out our yearbook and flipped to a page and said that whoever he pointed to was the most beautiful person ever.
He pointed directly at me.
Apparently he's been practicing it with his friend for weeks. David, you GMH
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My boyfriend and I have been dating since the 7th grade. We are now 24, and married.
We first met in kindergarten when he threw a crayon at me.
Then in the 7th grade, he threw the same color crayon at me, with a homemade wrapper saying, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
The crayon was there at our wedding. His memory GMH.
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My grandmother died a year ago in March.
After she died, my grandpa went to visit her almost everyday. One day my Aunt Shelly went to visit her, and when she got there she saw my grandpa's footprints, in five feet of snow leading to her grave.
His love GMH.
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am a third grade teacher.
Most kids come in with notes or messages written by their mothers in their lunch sacks.
One little girl's dad left, and her mother abuses drugs. But her 12 year old brother never fails to write "I love you" on her brown paper bag.
He GMH.
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One summer I got bored and found a book on sign language.
At the start of the year my teacher announced we had a new member to our class, but she was deaf. No one could talk to her but me, and turns out we had a lot in common.
Today, 8 years later, I proposed. She said yes.
Love despite our differences GMH.
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My grandpa is 85 years old.
Today, I just found out that ever since his wife, his true love, had died, he put roses on her grave every Sunday.
The drive is 2 hours away from where he lives. She was 29 when she died.
This devotion GMH.
Many people would just be my friend for a few years and leave. Except one boy. He stayed with me since kindergarten, despite my disabilities.
Last year, I got surgery so I could regain my sight.
The first thing that I saw when I woke up was the one boy, on his one knee, asking for my hand in marriage.
---
My grandma has MD and can't do simple things.
I went over to their house & my grandpa was digging in the closet, crying, because he couldn't find the pink nail polish.
I asked why he needed it & he told me that, despite his arthritis, he paints her nails once a week.
His love for my grandma GMH
---
My older sister was always mean to me. We shared a bedroom.
At night she was so mean, I would sleep in my Mom's room.
Then I found out that she was mean to me to protect me from our older brother, who was raping her at night.
Her sacrifice to protect me because she loves me GMH.
---
At my senior prom, there was a girl in my grade who is handicapped and confined to a wheelchair.
During one of the slow dances, a boy picked her up from her chair and slow danced with her, holding her up the entire time, so that she could have at least one dance at her prom.
People like Liam GMH.
---
In fifth grade there was a boy who was having a party.
He invited his 3 best friends and 2 kids no one ever talked to.
When he called their parents to ask if they could come they both started to cry.
Neither of them have ever been invited to a birthday party before - one has Down Syndrome, the other is blind. He GMH
---
I work weddings, and for one, the groom's mother was very ill.
She was in a wheel chair, and had an oxygen tank. I was shocked when the DJ announced the Mother/Son dance, but he rolled her chair on to the dance floor and rocked her back and forth.
She even stood up briefly to dance with him before she had to sit back down.
A mother's LGMH.
---
My grandmother is in a nursing home with severe dementia/Alzheimer's.
My grandfather visits her every week. Her illness stops her from remembering anyone, and yet her eyes light up at the sight of him - I don't think she knows why.
Love that overcomes all gives me hope.
---
Last night was my prom night.
A girl with Down's Syndrome was dancing by herself and everyone was laughing at her.
My boyfriend broke away from me and went over to dance with her. My boyfriend's kindness GMH.
---
In 12th grade I watched my friend Kay finish in last place of her cross country race.
This was the race that college recruits were watching. Only I know she didn't "wear out" like everyone thought.
She let a girl with Down Syndrome pass her, because her goal was to not place last just one time. GMH.
---
I work at a nursing home, and we admitted a husband (Rob) and wife (Jane).
Jane was dying, but Rob was healthy. I asked the nurse why he was there too.
The nurse told me that he admitted himself so he could be with Jane for her last moments, and so she wouldn't die alone.
Jane died a few weeks later, hand in hand with her husband of 60 years.
---
One day I got a phone call from my daughter's Grade 1 teacher saying I was to provide my daughter a lunch EVERY DAY!
Confused, I asked my daughter what she was doing with her lunches.
Her response? "A girl in my class doesn't get a lunch so I give mine to her."
My daughter's selflessness GMH
---
My daughter goes to kindergarten, and there is a boy there who is blind.
She didn't understand what this meant, so I explained.
The next day when I picked her up, I found her sitting across from the boy with her eyes closed, describing what trees looked like. The boy was grinning from ear to ear. GMH.
---
My little sister came home from school one day and demanded I take her to the library so she could get books on sign language.
I asked why? She told me there was a new kid at school who was deaf and she wanted to befriend him.
Today, I stood beside her at their wedding watching her sign... “I DO”.
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12 years ago, my best friend wrote something down on a piece of paper, and told me I couldn't read it. He said I'd have to wait.
Today, on our 4th anniversary, (we're dating), he gave me the paper.
It says, "I already know you're the one. I'll love you forever, marry me?"
He wrote it when we were 11. His timeless love for me GMH.
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A friend of mine is battling A.L.L., a form of Leukemia.
During this time, she has had to be in a "germ free" room.
Her boyfriend has sacrificed almost 2 months of his time staying in that one room with her, living off IV nutrients and dehydrated food, etc.
His love for her GMH.
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My husband has been blind since a few weeks after he was born.
Today, he pulled out our yearbook and flipped to a page and said that whoever he pointed to was the most beautiful person ever.
He pointed directly at me.
Apparently he's been practicing it with his friend for weeks. David, you GMH
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My boyfriend and I have been dating since the 7th grade. We are now 24, and married.
We first met in kindergarten when he threw a crayon at me.
Then in the 7th grade, he threw the same color crayon at me, with a homemade wrapper saying, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
The crayon was there at our wedding. His memory GMH.
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My grandmother died a year ago in March.
After she died, my grandpa went to visit her almost everyday. One day my Aunt Shelly went to visit her, and when she got there she saw my grandpa's footprints, in five feet of snow leading to her grave.
His love GMH.
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am a third grade teacher.
Most kids come in with notes or messages written by their mothers in their lunch sacks.
One little girl's dad left, and her mother abuses drugs. But her 12 year old brother never fails to write "I love you" on her brown paper bag.
He GMH.
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One summer I got bored and found a book on sign language.
At the start of the year my teacher announced we had a new member to our class, but she was deaf. No one could talk to her but me, and turns out we had a lot in common.
Today, 8 years later, I proposed. She said yes.
Love despite our differences GMH.
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My grandpa is 85 years old.
Today, I just found out that ever since his wife, his true love, had died, he put roses on her grave every Sunday.
The drive is 2 hours away from where he lives. She was 29 when she died.
This devotion GMH.
Sunday, 24 January 2010
Stranger
Giggling, Leah wobbled over to the bar. She was unsteady on her heels and needed some water rather than the wine the girls would have her drink. She pushed her way to the front and started trying to attract the barman’s attention. As she glanced down the bar, an attractive young man caught her eye. That was unusual, she didn’t usually spot guys she liked but this one was different. Moving slowly, she caught his eye and held his gaze, slowly moving towards him. She could feel invisible threads pulling her to him, charged with electricity.
Suddenly, the crowd behind her pushed and she was forced against his chest. His strong arms closed around her and she closed her eyes, shivering slighting in anticipation. He looked down at her and raised an eye brow questioningly. She nodded and he took her hand, pulling her outside. Leah followed him mesmorised.
Stepping out into the cool air, Leah shivered again but this time from cold. He slipped his jacket around her shoulders without saying a word and began to lead her down the street. She had no idea where they were going but that just turned her on more than the tension did.
All of a sudden, he pulled her down a side street, pressing her into a dark corner up against the wall. Leah didn’t feel unsafe; in fact she felt exactly the opposite. He leaned towards her and softly pressed his lips against hers. It had been worth the short wait, his lips were soft and warm, massaging hers expertly in the dark. Her arms went around his firm torso and pulled him closer to her, relishing in the feel of his body pressed against hers. Slowly his tongue snaked into her mouth and she moaned quietly. He kissed her harder, more urgently than before and she thought she was going to explode right there. She felt her leg pushing between his and then felt him lift her off her feet.
They were moving again, their breathing ragged, unable to walk more than a few paces before they had to stop and drink each other in again. Leah still had no idea where they were but she didn’t care. She had to have this man tonight. They stumbled on, and Leah felt him fumbling in his pockets. This must mean they were close. Good, she couldn’t wait much longer. He pulled her down a garden path and after an age, inside the open front door. As soon as it closed, she was on him, her mouth this time expressing the urgency with which she wanted him, her hands scrabbling at his chest and coat, trying to tear them off his body. She knelt at his feet, not even allowing them to leave the hall, and began to unbuckle his belt. His fingers tangled in her hair as she did it and he groaned as he felt his trousers falling to his ankles.
Leah hadn’t really thought of what to expect but she wasn’t disappointed. She kissed his thighs and then began to ease down his boxers. His breathing quickened and he pulled her towards his now exposed cock. She licked the length of it, feeling it twitch at the touch of her tongue and allowed her hands to roam the lower part of his body. She reached up and dragged her nails down his sides and as she did it, she felt him relax and fall to the floor with her.
He was on top of her in a second, his hands pulling up her top and tearing off her skirt and knickers. She gasped, not expecting him to be so forceful despite his earlier performance. She felt his mouth close around her nipple, and then felt his teeth pinch and bite. She groaned loudly, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his hard cock. She teased him lightly and felt his hand come between them to her pussy. Immediately his fingers found her clit and went to work. Already she was dripping wet, and his fingers felt divine but she wanted more. She removed her hand, pulling his with it and, wrapping her legs around him, slipped his hard cock inside her. She bit into his neck, she was so close and she didn’t want it to be yet. However, he had other ideas; feeling her teeth in his skin, his moved quicker inside her apparently eager to make her cum already. She just couldn’t help herself. His cock was so huge that it was hitting all of the right spots, and he clearly knew exactly what he was doing. She felt herself stiffen and he felt it too and then she felt her pussy squeezing his cock, her mouth forming a scream, her fingers grabbing his flesh. Giving herself completely to her feelings she came for a long time, twitching on the hard floor under him.
He kissed her neck and held her close, stopping his movement while she came all over his cock. When she stopped twitching and relaxed onto the floor he began to move again, harder and faster than before. His teeth were on her neck now, biting into the flesh and his cock was completely filling her pussy. She urged him on with kisses on her neck, hands gripping his tight arse, forcing him deeper still. His breathing was ragged now; he was going to cum. He forced his cock inside her one more time and then, as cum started to shoot out of him, pulled out of Leah’s pussy and came all over her huge tits. She opened her eyes, shocked at the fact he’d pulled his cock out of her and even more shocked at the ribbons of hot, wet cum that now covered her tits. She smiled at him as he collapsed onto the floor next to her and they both lay there panting for a while.
“Wow”, she whispered. “I don’t even know your name”.
“James. You better remember it. I don’t want to have to punish you later.”
Suddenly, the crowd behind her pushed and she was forced against his chest. His strong arms closed around her and she closed her eyes, shivering slighting in anticipation. He looked down at her and raised an eye brow questioningly. She nodded and he took her hand, pulling her outside. Leah followed him mesmorised.
Stepping out into the cool air, Leah shivered again but this time from cold. He slipped his jacket around her shoulders without saying a word and began to lead her down the street. She had no idea where they were going but that just turned her on more than the tension did.
All of a sudden, he pulled her down a side street, pressing her into a dark corner up against the wall. Leah didn’t feel unsafe; in fact she felt exactly the opposite. He leaned towards her and softly pressed his lips against hers. It had been worth the short wait, his lips were soft and warm, massaging hers expertly in the dark. Her arms went around his firm torso and pulled him closer to her, relishing in the feel of his body pressed against hers. Slowly his tongue snaked into her mouth and she moaned quietly. He kissed her harder, more urgently than before and she thought she was going to explode right there. She felt her leg pushing between his and then felt him lift her off her feet.
They were moving again, their breathing ragged, unable to walk more than a few paces before they had to stop and drink each other in again. Leah still had no idea where they were but she didn’t care. She had to have this man tonight. They stumbled on, and Leah felt him fumbling in his pockets. This must mean they were close. Good, she couldn’t wait much longer. He pulled her down a garden path and after an age, inside the open front door. As soon as it closed, she was on him, her mouth this time expressing the urgency with which she wanted him, her hands scrabbling at his chest and coat, trying to tear them off his body. She knelt at his feet, not even allowing them to leave the hall, and began to unbuckle his belt. His fingers tangled in her hair as she did it and he groaned as he felt his trousers falling to his ankles.
Leah hadn’t really thought of what to expect but she wasn’t disappointed. She kissed his thighs and then began to ease down his boxers. His breathing quickened and he pulled her towards his now exposed cock. She licked the length of it, feeling it twitch at the touch of her tongue and allowed her hands to roam the lower part of his body. She reached up and dragged her nails down his sides and as she did it, she felt him relax and fall to the floor with her.
He was on top of her in a second, his hands pulling up her top and tearing off her skirt and knickers. She gasped, not expecting him to be so forceful despite his earlier performance. She felt his mouth close around her nipple, and then felt his teeth pinch and bite. She groaned loudly, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his hard cock. She teased him lightly and felt his hand come between them to her pussy. Immediately his fingers found her clit and went to work. Already she was dripping wet, and his fingers felt divine but she wanted more. She removed her hand, pulling his with it and, wrapping her legs around him, slipped his hard cock inside her. She bit into his neck, she was so close and she didn’t want it to be yet. However, he had other ideas; feeling her teeth in his skin, his moved quicker inside her apparently eager to make her cum already. She just couldn’t help herself. His cock was so huge that it was hitting all of the right spots, and he clearly knew exactly what he was doing. She felt herself stiffen and he felt it too and then she felt her pussy squeezing his cock, her mouth forming a scream, her fingers grabbing his flesh. Giving herself completely to her feelings she came for a long time, twitching on the hard floor under him.
He kissed her neck and held her close, stopping his movement while she came all over his cock. When she stopped twitching and relaxed onto the floor he began to move again, harder and faster than before. His teeth were on her neck now, biting into the flesh and his cock was completely filling her pussy. She urged him on with kisses on her neck, hands gripping his tight arse, forcing him deeper still. His breathing was ragged now; he was going to cum. He forced his cock inside her one more time and then, as cum started to shoot out of him, pulled out of Leah’s pussy and came all over her huge tits. She opened her eyes, shocked at the fact he’d pulled his cock out of her and even more shocked at the ribbons of hot, wet cum that now covered her tits. She smiled at him as he collapsed onto the floor next to her and they both lay there panting for a while.
“Wow”, she whispered. “I don’t even know your name”.
“James. You better remember it. I don’t want to have to punish you later.”
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Thursday, 20 November 2008
Prostitution
Prostitution has been around since the Victorian times and before. There have been many attempts to regulate prostitution, including the implementation of a Contagious Diseases Act in 1862-1867 - meaning that all prostitutes had to submit themselves for testing against STDs.
This testing proved effective in some areas but in others it was ineffective and contagious diseases continued to spread. I think that banning prostitution will amount to a similar thing to this - whereby people will spread prostitution in an attempt to avoid detection.
I'm also getting a little annoyed at the fact that they are mixing the terms prostitution or sex work - sex work can include lap dancing, pole dancing and stripping, work that involves using sexuality to sell. Prostitution is specifically selling sex acts.
Male prostitutes should also be considered in this ideal because they are also at risk. Boys can be forced to have sex in exchange for money - specifically targeting a homosexual group and they should be given the same treatment as females.
I am willing to bet that people are unaware of charity groups who supply prostitutes for people who are physically disabled. These men and women allow disabled people to experiene sexuality - providing intimacy, touch, and in some cases physical for those locked in their own world on how to pleasure themselves. If prostitution is banned then these disabled people run the risk of becoming more and more isolated.
This testing proved effective in some areas but in others it was ineffective and contagious diseases continued to spread. I think that banning prostitution will amount to a similar thing to this - whereby people will spread prostitution in an attempt to avoid detection.
I'm also getting a little annoyed at the fact that they are mixing the terms prostitution or sex work - sex work can include lap dancing, pole dancing and stripping, work that involves using sexuality to sell. Prostitution is specifically selling sex acts.
Male prostitutes should also be considered in this ideal because they are also at risk. Boys can be forced to have sex in exchange for money - specifically targeting a homosexual group and they should be given the same treatment as females.
I am willing to bet that people are unaware of charity groups who supply prostitutes for people who are physically disabled. These men and women allow disabled people to experiene sexuality - providing intimacy, touch, and in some cases physical for those locked in their own world on how to pleasure themselves. If prostitution is banned then these disabled people run the risk of becoming more and more isolated.
Monday, 8 September 2008
Em and Phil
May or may not be based on a fantasy about someone...
‘Leave that be babe’ she murmured, trailing her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, blood red nails coming into view perfectly manicured. He caught a whiff of her perfume, sweet and delicate and felt his cock twitch.
Clicking the save button and then swiftly shutting his laptop lip, he turned and wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman in front of him. He hugged her close and then pushed her away, letting her stand before of him and drank in her look. She was tanned, as was he, from their recent holiday with no worries and no cares, her hair looking streaked from the sun. At that moment, he could wait no longer.
Grabbing Em by the wrist he propelled her towards the stairs, stopping at the bottom to kiss her deeply, his tongue working against hers, his hands dipping to her arse to pull her closer. She broke the contact first, putting one foot on the stairs and beckoning him to follow.
Once in the bedroom, Phil pushed Em onto the bed. Lying down next to her, he kissed her again, invading her mouth with his tongue, his hands moving all over her body and slowly, slowly, undoing the buttons on her shirt. She looked damn good. Plain shirt, tight flared jeans, bare feet. Just perfect. He felt her hands on his chest and then felt his buttons rip. No slow teasing from her, she knew exactly what she wanted. She pushed him off and wriggled out of her jeans, revealing a neatly trimmed tuft of hair, and dipped a hand between her legs.
She sighed breathily, and Phil felt that he would contain himself no longer. He struggled out of his jeans, dropping them to the floor and rolled on top of her. She gasped below him, feeling the tip of his hard cock pushing against her pussy. Raising her hips slightly she felt him slide inside and she quickly wrapped her legs around him, pushing him in deep. Phil groaned and shuddered slightly. He was so aroused considering there had been so little prelude to this... although maybe that was why!
Em began to wriggle beneath him, forcing his cock to move inside her. He pushed against the lock of her ankles and gained some space, thrusting his cock hard inside her and making her moan in pleasure. She released her grip and he moved faster. She was moaning constantly, a crescendo that built to a scream as she came. Her muscles squeezed him tighter than ever before and her nails dragged tracks in his back.
Pausing to let her catch her breath, Phil allowed himself to be consumed by the smell of her and how she felt around his cock. He twitched inside her and pulled almost all the way out before forcing himself back inside her, quicker and quicker as he twitched more and was soon over come with a need for release. He moved quicker still with shallower strokes. As he felt it happen, he moved his cock deep inside her and remained there, twitching and squirting his hot cum. When he was spent, he withdrew wetly and collapsed at her side.
‘That was amazing. Perfect end to our holiday. I can’t believe I have to go to work tomorrow’
‘Poor baby’, Em remarked.
‘I’m so hard done by ain’t I?’
‘You’re so hard... that’s for sure’ Em answered cheekily.
‘Leave that be babe’ she murmured, trailing her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, blood red nails coming into view perfectly manicured. He caught a whiff of her perfume, sweet and delicate and felt his cock twitch.
Clicking the save button and then swiftly shutting his laptop lip, he turned and wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman in front of him. He hugged her close and then pushed her away, letting her stand before of him and drank in her look. She was tanned, as was he, from their recent holiday with no worries and no cares, her hair looking streaked from the sun. At that moment, he could wait no longer.
Grabbing Em by the wrist he propelled her towards the stairs, stopping at the bottom to kiss her deeply, his tongue working against hers, his hands dipping to her arse to pull her closer. She broke the contact first, putting one foot on the stairs and beckoning him to follow.
Once in the bedroom, Phil pushed Em onto the bed. Lying down next to her, he kissed her again, invading her mouth with his tongue, his hands moving all over her body and slowly, slowly, undoing the buttons on her shirt. She looked damn good. Plain shirt, tight flared jeans, bare feet. Just perfect. He felt her hands on his chest and then felt his buttons rip. No slow teasing from her, she knew exactly what she wanted. She pushed him off and wriggled out of her jeans, revealing a neatly trimmed tuft of hair, and dipped a hand between her legs.
She sighed breathily, and Phil felt that he would contain himself no longer. He struggled out of his jeans, dropping them to the floor and rolled on top of her. She gasped below him, feeling the tip of his hard cock pushing against her pussy. Raising her hips slightly she felt him slide inside and she quickly wrapped her legs around him, pushing him in deep. Phil groaned and shuddered slightly. He was so aroused considering there had been so little prelude to this... although maybe that was why!
Em began to wriggle beneath him, forcing his cock to move inside her. He pushed against the lock of her ankles and gained some space, thrusting his cock hard inside her and making her moan in pleasure. She released her grip and he moved faster. She was moaning constantly, a crescendo that built to a scream as she came. Her muscles squeezed him tighter than ever before and her nails dragged tracks in his back.
Pausing to let her catch her breath, Phil allowed himself to be consumed by the smell of her and how she felt around his cock. He twitched inside her and pulled almost all the way out before forcing himself back inside her, quicker and quicker as he twitched more and was soon over come with a need for release. He moved quicker still with shallower strokes. As he felt it happen, he moved his cock deep inside her and remained there, twitching and squirting his hot cum. When he was spent, he withdrew wetly and collapsed at her side.
‘That was amazing. Perfect end to our holiday. I can’t believe I have to go to work tomorrow’
‘Poor baby’, Em remarked.
‘I’m so hard done by ain’t I?’
‘You’re so hard... that’s for sure’ Em answered cheekily.
Saturday, 26 July 2008
Saucy thoughts
Ok, this isn't gonna be quite a story, it is more going to be a selection of little snippets.
Jenny and Martin had just left the pub, she was, shall we say, a little worse for wear, with Martin supporting practically all of her weight, one of his arms around her waist, hand resting lightly on her bum and the other hand holding hers, his thumb tracing hers.
Jenny giggled and stumbled, feeling Martin's hand tighten on her bum. It felt good, it was making her incredibly horny.
"Babe, it's gonna take forever to get home, can you sober up at all?!" Martin murmured too her.
Jenny giggled again and wormed her hand free of Martin's. She placed it lightly on his crotch, giving it a little squeeze. "How about we take care of some business before we get home?"
Instantly Martin's cock began to rise and Jenny's hand tightened...
Shuffling slightly on her seat, Maria realised that all of the alcohol had gone straight to her crotch. She could feel that warm tingling of horniness starting as she gazed across the table at Sam. She wanted to drag him off to the toilets and have her wicked way with him but that wouldn't happen. He would never go for it. She idly dipped a finger in her drink and, catching Sam's eye, she licked the drops off the end. She watched his eyes widen as she stuck out her tongue to catch the last drop. She had him on a line now.
Standing up to excuse herself to the bathroom, she made her way around the table to Sam. Draping her arms over his shoulders she bent to purr in his ear
"We are having explosive sex tonight gorgeous. I'm going to fuck you hard"
Sam's breath caught in his throat, he looked over his shoulder at her. Her eyes were wide with desire and he was suddenly hard, shifting to hide it under the table.
Standing up, Maria moved away, trailing her fingers over his neck, pushing the door to the toilets open and glancing back at him, knowing full well he was only 2 steps behind her. ...
Just two snippets for now! Hope you like!
xxx
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Dominate me
Nikki swung her legs off the sofa and reached towards her glass as she stood up. She walked through to the kitchen and began clattering about as she did the washing up. Dave glanced towards the clock, timing how long it would take her, planning her move for the following night. Ten minutes passed while Holly banged around in the other room. Ryan knew exactly what he was going to do the next night, down to the last little detail. Holly would never suspect. The banging stopped and Holly appeared in the doorway, a blob of bubbles on her nose.
“Nik”, Dave chuckled, “come here, you’ve got bubbles on your nose”.
Nikki walked towards him, and wiped the bubbles off, before bending down to give him a kiss.
“Good night sweetie. I’m off to bed, knackered!” As she left the room, Dave picked up the TV remote, and began channel hopping. Nikki rolled her eyes and slowly climbed the stairs. Getting undressed, she slid between the sheets sighing as she relished the freshness of them against her skin as Dave had changed them earlier in the day.
As she drifted off to sleep, she could hear the low hum of the TV from downstairs. Dave could be hours yet and she had an early start in the morning. When the alarm went off, she felt like she had barely slept.Dave merely grunted as she slid out of bed and got dressed, waking up just enough to hear the click of the front door as she shut it quietly behind her.
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Arriving home later that day, Nikki couldn’t fail to notice the enormous bunch of freesias on the coffee table in the living room.
“Babe... they are gorgeous! What are they in aid of?”
“No reason, just wanted to spoil my gorgeous missus for a change.” He said smoothly as he handed her a glass of wine. “Come on through, I’ve made your favourite.”
Nikki beamed widely. She took her seat at the table and slipped off her shoes. This was a rare treat, what else could be in store for her?
As she pushed her plate away and leaned back in her chair, absolutely stuffed, Dave began picking the plates up, moving them all to the sink, ready for them to be washed later. He grabbed her hand and her glass, taking them to the living room and snuggled up on the sofa. She kissed him gently, and relaxed against him, drinking in the domestic bliss. Before long her eyes were shutting and then she felt Dave shaking her awake.
“Nik, don’t you think you should go to bed if you are that sleepy?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’ll just go and wash the dishes then.” Stretching out her stiff legs, Nikki staggered into the kitchen. He heard the taps go on and he made his move. Standing up quietly from the sofa, he tiptoed towards the stairs and climbed them carefully, avoiding the squeaky step in the middle. He stepped into their bedroom and began to remove his clothes, glancing at the clock the whole time. When he was down to his boxers, he stretched out under the duvet, and began to feign sleep.
When Nikki came up, Dave was wrapped up in the duvet, giving little pretend snores. Nikki snorted and began to get undressed, before grabbing one end of the duvet and tugging it to unravel him and to get some for herself. That was the movement that Dave had been waiting for, and as the duvet untangled from around him, he grabbed Nikki and pulled her down on top of him. She gasped in surprise, and then in delight as his mouth found her neck and he rolled her over so he was on top of her.
Grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head on the bed, and resuming his kissing of her neck. She sighed quietly, returning his kisses with hers, desperate to touch him but not strong enough to break his grip on her wrists. He released them slightly, reaching down the side of the bed and producing a pair of handcuffs. Nikki giggled nervously, feeling utterly powerless as he snapped them onto her wrists and secured her to the bedpost. This completed, he began to kiss his way down her body, sucking on her nipples briefly before moving further down her body and teasing her inner thighs with his tongue, bypassing her pussy just to tease and making her moan in frustration.
He moved back up her body again, kissing her mouth for the first time and pressing his crotch into hers so she could feel his hard cock through his boxers. She moaned quietly against his lips and he broke their kiss to whisper in her ear.
“I’m going to go down there and lick your clit before I come back up here and fuck you hard”.
Nikki moaned louder this time. This was such a change, Dave was normally so submissive. It was good to be dominated. True to his word, his tongue was slicking around her clit, making her wriggle in delight and just as his tongue was moving over the perfect spot, and his fingers had the perfect touch on her nipples he stopped.
Pulling off his boxers, Dave kneeled above Nikki, teasing his hard cock against her clit before he slid it tenderly inside her. She moved against him, wrapping her legs around his fit body, as he pumped his cock inside her, slowly at first but building up speed.
Bending over her again, he kissed and nipped at her neck as he moved faster within her, making her cry out in pleasure as his cock hit all the right places inside her. Suddenly he stopped moving, not wanting to cum yet and made to pull away slightly but Nikki wrapped her legs around him and moved herself with her lower body, refusing to let him stop himself. As she moved more, she felt him stiffen and then twitch inside her, gasping out as he came, relaxing his body against hers for a moment before creeping downwards and finishing the job he had started earlier. As his tongue moved over her clit, now wet with both of their juices, Nikki felt herself getting hotter and hotter before her orgasm overtook it and she came violently against Dave’s tongue.
Rolling off her to lie beside her, Dave smiled. “That was different eh? Did you like it?”
“I certainly did!” Nikki replied, “But do you think you can set me free? My arms hurt!”
Sunday, 8 June 2008
Watch it grow
So, I’m an avid poster on Cosmopolitan... a little addicted to it! My greatest success has been my ‘baby’; my thread on long distance love.
Having spent the last year of my life in a long distance relationship, making a 3 hour commute at least 3 times during term, I have realised that I used to take my boyfriend for granted. Once upon a time, if I was having a bad day, feeling really down, I would have taken it out on him. I would have argued with him, blamed him for little things, and just nitpicked at every little detail – effectively pushing him away. Now, I will complain about it but not blame him. Our phone conversations are too precious, the time we spend together too important to be filling it up with me nitpicking and arguing
I feel like I have learned a lot in the past year. I’ve learned that it is easy to find fault in something that there is no fault in. I’ve learned that it is incredibly easy to believe that someone is cheating on you. I’ve learned that sometimes there just aren’t enough hours in the day to talk for a lengthy period. I’ve learned that names will get mentioned that mean nothing to me. I was initially daunted by all of these things, worrying and worrying that they would cause a rift, make a void between us that would be impossible to fill but the most important thing I have learned this year is that things change. You have to roll with the punches and just pick yourself back up. I’ve also come to acknowledge fully that if he wanted to be with someone else, then he wouldn’t be with me. It’s taken a lot of work for me to come to that conclusion but I now feel secure enough with our situation to accept it. It’s a good feeling to have.
This last year has also made me much more easily irritated. If I see someone who is able to see their boyfriend all the time, is able to call them and have them arrive within an hour, but who is pushing their boyfriend away, I want to grab them and shake them for taking it for granted. I have a friend who treats her boyfriend like muck. She will text him one word replies to messages, she will avoid his calls, refuses him sex all the time because she doesn’t enjoy it, and for me the worst, for their anniversary - he bought her a Claddagh ring, a lily where the stem wraps around her finger and the lily has a little pearl in it. She got him a photo frame, printed a picture of them onto crappy paper and let it be given to him streaky because she was running out of ink with the words ‘if you want a better photo you will have to print one yourself’. Now, her boyfriend is a bit of a sinister fellow, prone to grumpiness but he dotes on her. He adores her and she continues to treat him this way. It makes me feel so angry that she can’t see what she has, and I can’t tell her how I feel about it. It’s not good. It grates on me so much, that I just find myself constantly biting my tongue.
A relationship needs to be nurtured in order for it to grow. There is little point in having one if both parties can’t put in equal effort. It can’t be ignored, left to just carry on until someone decides to end it.
Communication is such a huge part of a relationship, and I believe that the ability to communicate is what has kept my relationship alive over the past year. It was allowed us to grow, to become a better couple because we can talk about what we want and what is bothering us. Is that so difficult to do?
To quote Counting Crows – ‘you don’t know what 'til it’s gone’. Seems to me that a bit of distance would make some people flourish despite it being difficult in the beginning!
Saturday, 31 May 2008
Anti climax
When exams ended, I don't know what I expected. A fanfare? A trumpet? Someone handing me a glass of champagne? However, complete anti-climax. Just finished. I feel incredibly relieved now, nothing to worry about for a while.
I do find it quite scary that I have passed 2 years of my degree now! I can't quite take in that this time next year I will be a 'sociologist'. I don't want to be a sociologist. I'm going to have to apply for my PGCE over the summer and then I will potentially be an adult! Oh my!
Anyway, enough of that.
xx
I do find it quite scary that I have passed 2 years of my degree now! I can't quite take in that this time next year I will be a 'sociologist'. I don't want to be a sociologist. I'm going to have to apply for my PGCE over the summer and then I will potentially be an adult! Oh my!
Anyway, enough of that.
xx
The barman
Chris sighed as he wiped the bar down. It had been a long night and he was ready to go home. He stepped around the bar and began to check the pub, making sure everyone was really gone. He stooped to pick up a fallen barstool and as he stood up again he noticed a figure in the far corner. Walking towards it, he realised it was a girl. She was hunched over the table, her head on her delicately folded arms, her shoulders shaking slightly.
Chris walked towards her. “Excuse me, pubs closed now. Last orders was half an hour ago.”
The girl sat up displaying a tear stained face and red eyes. “Oh... sorry. I was supposed to be meeting someone but he isn’t here. How much of a fool must I look?” She sniffed delicately, wiping her hands over her face. “I’ll just get my stuff and go.”
She began to collect her belongings together, struggling to keep her face composed. Suddenly she collapsed on the seat again, her eyes streaming with fresh tears. Chris dropped his cloth onto the table, and sat down next to her, having a momentary battle deciding whether or not to put his arm around her. He did, and immediately she relaxed against him. He stroked her back, murmuring into her hair in comfort. Her sniffing and sobbing seemed to subside but she seemed relaxed against him, content to stay there for now. Chris decided to take the bull by the horns; he dropped a small kiss onto her head. She stiffened immediately and pulled away from him.
“Oh Christ! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that; you’ll think I’m taking advantage!” He moved to pull away but she reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him.
“It’s ok. Maybe I am destined to meet someone tonight. I’m Olivia.” Her eyes, wet with tears a moment ago, shone as she looked at him. “Thank you for caring, most other people would have been desperate to get home!”
“I’m Chris, and please don’t worry about it. I can think of nowhere else I’d rather be.” He blushed, realising this was a rather unmanly thing to say. He could feel the tension building around him and decided to break it. Standing up he walked away from where Olivia was sat in the corner. Striding across to the door, he quickly shot the bolts home, locking them inside the cosy bar. He flicked the light switch leaving only the light above the pool table in the corner glowing and only then did he wander back to the corner. Sitting down on the long banquette, he beckoned Olivia closer. She moved around the table, joining him on the comfier sofa.
Chris turned slightly so he was facing her, and reached out to wipe the last teardrops from her face. She reached up and touched his fingers, tracing her hand up his arm to his neck, playing with the short hairs as she did, moving ever so slightly closer.
Chris leaned forward, closing the space between them and pressing his lips against hers. Her lips were soft, tasting salty, the only sign now that she had been crying earlier. She responded well, opening his mouth with hers, and snaking her tongue in gently. She moaned quietly in her throat, a small signal to him that it was ok to go further. His hands, which had until now been holding her face, slid down her body to her thighs. They were soft beneath his hands, and he moved to the hem of her skirt, sliding up the inside of her thigh, feeling the heat pulsing towards him. She began to finger the buttons on his shirt, a gesture he found maddening. Pushing her back, he pulled his shirt over his head, ripping a button as he did so but not caring. He dropped it to the floor, and pulled her t-shirt over her head, symbolically dropping it on top of his. Her breasts threatened to spill over the top of her bra; he couldn’t believe how plump they were. Bending his head, he kissed the tops of them, unhooking her bra and dropping that to the floor as well. Her breasts shook as she gasped at the cold air hitting them but before she had time to think, he covered her.
Olivia was shocked by the sudden movement, but before she had time to process it, Chris’s mouth was over hers again, his tongue gently probing and his hands on her breasts, stroking her nipples into stiffness. She could feel his leg between her thighs, pressing into her. She kissed him more hungrily and moved her hands to the waist of his black jeans, undoing his button and tugging at the zip. He pushed himself up on his hands and slid the jeans to his ankles, and pushed up her skirt. He let himself back down, positioning his crotch over hers and pressing it into her, making her gasp as she felt the hardness between his legs. All that was separating them was the thin lace of her underwear and the, surprising, silk of his.
Chris reached between them and slid a finger into her panties, feeling her wetness against his finger and began to gently stroke her clit, making her gasp at his tenderness. She pushed her hand inside the elastic of his boxers, curling her fingers gently into his pubic hair.
“Olivia,” he breathed, “are you absolutely sure about this?”
She nodded, and that was all it took. He pulled his boxers off and pushed aside the crotch of her pants. Olivia bent and kissed this tip of his erect penis, before wrapping her legs around his waist and welcoming him inside her.
Chris moved gently at first, not wanting to hurt her, and then as her breathing began to quicken, he also moved faster. He plunged his cock into her, making her cry out with pleasure, and he felt her fingernails run down his back, pulling him closer still. She moaned and let out a breathy sigh. This encouraged Chris and he moved quicker still, hitting the spots that felt so good to Olivia, pushing her closer to orgasm. She wound her legs tighter around his waist and forced him deeper still. She had to come now!
Chris plunged on, loving how she felt around his throbbing cock. He could feel her tightening and knew that she was nearing orgasm. Suddenly he pulled out and bent his head to her crotch, flicking his tongue against her clitoris. He began to write the alphabet as he felt Olivia get wetter and wetter, only getting so far as M before she exploded, crying out as she did. She tasted divine on his tongue. When her muscles had ceased contracting he raised his head, and pushed his cock back inside her. She was all relaxed now, pulling him to her as she lay back. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock inside her further and faster. Suddenly the need to come overtook him. He was powerless to stop it and he groaned as he did, moving slower inside her, pulling out as he finished and collapsing on top of her. He kissed her neck and wrapped her in his arms.
“Wow.” She murmured, “that was amazing. You are amazing!”
Thursday, 29 May 2008
Stolen from Glamour magazine - 30 things to instantly put you in a good mood
- Google your first crush. Consider sending him an email
- Get rid of some unhappiness: let go of a grudge, forgive a slight, unload a worry.
- Give dark nail polish a rest.
- Watch The Nanny Diaries and feel better about your job.
- Eat and drink plenty of pink: lemonade, grapefruit, champagne, icing.
- Run an ice cube all over him.
- Take a moment to think of your favourite thing a la Maria Von Trapp.
- Use your sexy walk.
- Open drawer, insert phone, close drawer, walk away.
- Treat yourself to some expensive make up.
- Have al all day showing of your favourite movies.
- Plant something.
- Throw out manky PJs and dressing gown and go for some silk!
- Nakedness!
- Make an ice cream jingle your ring tone.
- Put a pair of sunglasses on a baby.
- Have a power nap.
- Make a cake.
- Order the biggest meal.
- Sex.
- 'Don't worry about a thing, 'cause every little thing, gonna be alright' - Bob Marley.
- Get up early and drive to the countryside to watch the sunrise.
- Borrow a dog for a day.
- Sing along to your radio with the windows open
- Add fresh mint to cold drinks
- Book a quickie weekend break to a romantic hotel.
- Be barefoot more often that is appropriate.
- Put your pjs on at 7pm and lie on the sofa til bedtime.
- Wear gorgeous underwear just for yourself.
- Turn 360 degrees and find 5 things that make your life beautiful.
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
Revenge?
Jangling her keys, and slamming the door behind her, Jess stomped through the hall. Stepping into the living room, she tutted at the closed curtains, not noticing her boyfriend prone on the sofa. Walking over to open them, he shot out an arm and grabbed her waist. Jess shrieked in surprise, and tumbled onto the sofa beside him.
“Hey lover” Kevin whispered. “ Had a good day?” Without giving her time to answer, he moved to kiss her, silencing her protests with his mouth. Jess relaxed against him, opening her mouth as his tongue snaked into it, feeling the days worries melt away as it did. She stepped up the pressure of the kiss, snaking her hands into his hair, forcing his mouth harder against his. He responded well, lining his body up with hers, and using his hands to pull her closer against him.
Jess released her grip on his head and pulled back slightly, “oh my god Kev! I have to have you now!”
He grinned at her, those were the exact words that every man wanted to hear. Pulling Jess to her feet, he began to undo the long line of buttons on her dress, each one making her quiver. She stopped him, and pulled the dress over her head, unable to wait any longer. Making a snap decision, she wriggled out of her knickers, and undid her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders, and depositing it with the rest of her clothing pile.
Kevin couldn’t believe the woman standing before him. Jess was normally so timid and shy. He traced his hands down her sides, and over her nipples, watching them stiffen at his touch. Impatiently, she made a move to pull off his t shirt and he beat her to it, pulling it over his head and gasping as he felt her hands at the buttons of his jeans. She pushed them to his feet and quickly pushed his boxers down too – releasing his straining cock from their confines. She pressed herself against his body, kissing him again, moaning against his mouth as she did. Suddenly she pushed him back onto the sofa, and was soon straddling him as she guided his hand between her legs.
Kevin felt his cock twitch as he realised how wet she was. He gave her clit a stroke, making her break their kiss and gasp. He did it again, feeling her thighs grip his as she moved with his fingers. She traced her nails down his chest, over his stomach to his hard on, wanking him gently beneath her, then slipping herself down his erection and gently beginning to ride him.
Jess gasped as Kevin grabbed her hips and moved her on his cock. She relaxed against him, allowing herself to be manipulated, knowing that her orgasm would soon overtake her. She was breathing heavily now, and she dug her fingers into his back. Kevin was also sighing heavily, she could feel his cock within her twitching as he fought to control his orgasm and she moved against him with quicker. She didn’t want this to stop, she wanted to come right now! She took control back from Kevin, grinding her hips against his, feeling her orgasm beginning and moved faster still. She bit into his shoulder as she came, panting as she did.
Kevin stopped moving, he couldn’t take much more. Jess’s tits were in his face, he could feel her muscles clenching his cock, his orgasm was so close. When he felt Jess’s teeth release his shoulder, he began to move inside her again, slowly at first then quicker. He was desperate for release.
“Give it to me” Jess whispered in his ear. He groaned and then it happened. He came forcefully, crying out as his cock pulsed. When all was spent, he leaned back on the sofa, surveying the woman still astride him. She began to climb off, reaching for her underwear as she did.
“Does that mean I’m forgiven then?” he murmured.
“No, it means I needed a shag. You’ve still got a long way to go” Jess replied, sweeping out of the room with her pile of clothes, leaving Kevin naked on the sofa.
Friday, 23 May 2008
Fair weather friends.
So, I have this friend. He is one of my closet friends, we've always gotten on really well. He looks after me when I am down, and is always there to talk should I need it. Now, over easter, we went on a night out in town, to a club, lots of drinking, lots of music, lots of dancing. There was a large group of us, a group of my friends - as they had organised it, and a group of my boyfriend's and my friends - the people who we are both friends with but aren't necessarily friends of my friends. So we were all dancing, having a good time and I notice he is looking a little down, so I dance over to him, and shout in his ear about what is wrong. At this point, he drags me off to the side and proceeds to spend about 45mins discussing with me what was wrong. Now bear in mind this is a club so I can't really hear him, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable because it is completely the wrong atmosphere but never mind. So we sort it and he carries on. The next 3 days or so are taken up with him texting me and me trying to sort him out further.
He went back to uni and I didn't think anything more of it. We exchanged a few more texts on the subject and that was it. Occasionally we speak on msn but thats just how it is.
So, last week I met my friend to have lunch for her birthday. We were sat in Frankie and Benny's and she mentions that he is home. 'Oh' I say, 'I didn't know that'. Then she tells me that he has been home for a week and, when asked if he had seen anyone he had replied that he hadn't and should really make the effort. She then went on to tell me that he had said he would contact me about either doing something that night or the next night. So I say fair enough and we'll see what happens. That evening goes by and I hear no word, and I am not prepared to text him as he had said he would contact me. The next evening I have plans to go to my friend's house for a film and a chat. I arrive and as I step through the door, receive a text asking me to go to the pub that evening from him. So I reply, telling him that I was unaware he was home and I was out, having made the plan a week previously. Now he is in a huff with me. Is this my fault?
This post is dedicated to all of those people who have friends like this, friends who are happy to take advantage of your sympathies but don't give you some in return. End.
He went back to uni and I didn't think anything more of it. We exchanged a few more texts on the subject and that was it. Occasionally we speak on msn but thats just how it is.
So, last week I met my friend to have lunch for her birthday. We were sat in Frankie and Benny's and she mentions that he is home. 'Oh' I say, 'I didn't know that'. Then she tells me that he has been home for a week and, when asked if he had seen anyone he had replied that he hadn't and should really make the effort. She then went on to tell me that he had said he would contact me about either doing something that night or the next night. So I say fair enough and we'll see what happens. That evening goes by and I hear no word, and I am not prepared to text him as he had said he would contact me. The next evening I have plans to go to my friend's house for a film and a chat. I arrive and as I step through the door, receive a text asking me to go to the pub that evening from him. So I reply, telling him that I was unaware he was home and I was out, having made the plan a week previously. Now he is in a huff with me. Is this my fault?
This post is dedicated to all of those people who have friends like this, friends who are happy to take advantage of your sympathies but don't give you some in return. End.
Friday, 16 May 2008
I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do – that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you.
I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.
Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love Me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.
I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.
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I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...
And Nanny let my beetle out -
Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
She went and let my beetle out -
And Beetle ran away.
She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,
She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,
She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.
She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,
As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,
If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -
And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.
We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
"A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!"
It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
"I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away."
And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch
An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match.
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Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
About me quiz.
| A-2-Z About Me Survey by bamachic49 | |
| {---Basics---} | |
| Name: | Danielle |
| Nickname(s): | Dee, deedles |
| Age: | 19 |
| Birthday: | 8th July 1988 |
| Birthplace: | Ashington |
| Current Location: | Cramlington |
| Eye Color: | Blue/green |
| Hair Color: | Brown |
| Height: | 5ft7 |
| Weight: | |
| Lefty or Righty: | Righty |
| Zodiac Sign: | Cancer |
| What Do You Drive: | Xzara - share with mam. |
| Screenname: | Dee-ranged |
| {---Favorites---} | |
| Color: | Pink |
| Number: | 6 |
| Band: | Take That |
| Music Genre: | Any |
| TV Show: | Whose line is it anyway? |
| Movie: | The History Boys |
| Actor: | Jake Gyllenhaal |
| Actress: | Kate Hudson |
| Kind of Movie: | Chick Flick |
| Cartoon: | |
| Sport: | Blah |
| Fast Food Restaurant: | Burger King |
| Food: | Pasta |
| Ice Cream: | Cookie Dough |
| Cereal: | Coco pops |
| Candy: | Marshmallows - do they count? |
| Drink: | Cream Soda |
| Alcoholic Beverage: | Archers and Lemonade |
| Quote: | Many - quote blog coming soon |
| {---Do You---} | |
| Have any siblings: | Nope |
| Have any pets: | 2 dogs - Simba and Dodger, a fish - Topper |
| Have a job: | Librarian |
| Have a cellphone: | Yah |
| Have any special talents or skills: | I can play clarinet |
| Have any fears: | Spiders, horses, missing train connections |
| Have a bedtime: | Before 1am at the moment |
| Sing in the shower: | Sometimes |
| Want to go to college: | I am at college |
| Get along with your parents: | Yep, |
| Have any piercings: | My ears twice |
| Have any tattoos: | Nope |
| Swear: | Less than I used to |
| Smoke: | No |
| Drink: | Not loads |
| Do Drugs: | Only legal ones. |
| {---Love & All That Crap---} | |
| Ever been in love: | I am in love. |
| Ever cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend: | No |
| Are you single: | No |
| Are you in a relationship: | Yes |
| Do you have a crush on someone: | My boyfriend... |
| Ever been dumped: | Yes |
| Ever dumped someone: | Yes |
| {---This or That---} | |
| Fruit or Vegetable: | Fruit |
| Black or White: | Black |
| Lights On or Lights Off: | On |
| TV or Movie: | Movie |
| Car or Truck: | Car |
| Cash or Check: | Cash |
| Rock or Rap: | Rock |
| Chocolate or Vanilla: | Chocolate |
| French Toast or French Fries: | French Fries |
| Strawberries or Blueberries: | Strawberries |
| Cookies or Muffins: | Cookies |
| Winter Break or Spring Break: | Spring |
| Hugs or Kisses: | Hugs |
| {---Have You Ever---} | |
| Danced in a public place: | In a club |
| Smiled for no reason: | Yes |
| Laughed so hard you cried: | Yes |
| Talked to someone you don't know: | Yeah |
| Drank alcohol: | Yeah |
| Done drugs: | No |
| Partied 'til the sun came up: | Yes |
| Gotten a ticket: | Nope |
| Been arrested: | Nope |
| Been convicted of a crime: | Nope |
| Been in a wreck: | No |
| Been out of the country: | Yes |
| {---Random & Silly Junk---} | |
| Are you a virgin: | Nope |
| Ever TP'd someone's house: | No - doesn't happen in the UK |
| Ever egged someone's house: | No |
| How many languages do you speak: | 2 with a smattering of 2 others |
| Who do you compare yourself to: | my friends |
| Ever regret anything: | No - regrets allow us to learn. |
| Do you like being tickled: | No |
| What are your goals: | Become a teacher, get married, have kids |
| Are your fingers tired: | No |
| Are you tired of this survey: | A little |
| Are you happy: | Yes |
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