Friday, August 22, 2008
INFIDELITY Personality or circumstance?
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Thursday, April 3, 2008
SOFT & PINK...
4-3-08
Woman often times get themselves caught up into relationships that hurt in the end. I wonder if as women, can we really cheat like men ? or Are we too soft in pink to seperate lust from Felings?
Excerpt...
CHAPTER #3
The drive home was restless. Adam was on her mind even more now. Evea stopped at the light and began to stare into space. The moisture on the windows from the rain seemed to resemble heart shapes, as the night lights danced off of her mirror. It was a rainy fall evening that reminded her of making love and lying still while listening to the rain speak. Evea’s mind wondered as she reminded herself of that one slight touch of their hands. She was still shaking like the leaves in the cool fall breeze. Adam touched Evea on her right shoulder, his hand slid down her arm in a gentle caring manner; they locked hands as they pulled each other close enough that they could taste one another’s breath. Evea with her mouth half open desired more contact. She felt his big hard extension of pleasure and she pressed up against him harder. He was obviously happy to see her. Adam was hung like a racehorse grown up on organic barley. There lips met as her soft perky breasts rubbed up against his rock hard pecks. Beep! Beep! BEEP! Evea’s daydream lasted longer than she thought. A line of angry drivers hurried her along with their ringing horns. Evea felt the seat to see if it was wet from her sweet dripping love juices. She was hydroplaning on a puddle of Adam.
Woman often times get themselves caught up into relationships that hurt in the end. I wonder if as women, can we really cheat like men ? or Are we too soft in pink to seperate lust from Felings?
Excerpt...
CHAPTER #3
The drive home was restless. Adam was on her mind even more now. Evea stopped at the light and began to stare into space. The moisture on the windows from the rain seemed to resemble heart shapes, as the night lights danced off of her mirror. It was a rainy fall evening that reminded her of making love and lying still while listening to the rain speak. Evea’s mind wondered as she reminded herself of that one slight touch of their hands. She was still shaking like the leaves in the cool fall breeze. Adam touched Evea on her right shoulder, his hand slid down her arm in a gentle caring manner; they locked hands as they pulled each other close enough that they could taste one another’s breath. Evea with her mouth half open desired more contact. She felt his big hard extension of pleasure and she pressed up against him harder. He was obviously happy to see her. Adam was hung like a racehorse grown up on organic barley. There lips met as her soft perky breasts rubbed up against his rock hard pecks. Beep! Beep! BEEP! Evea’s daydream lasted longer than she thought. A line of angry drivers hurried her along with their ringing horns. Evea felt the seat to see if it was wet from her sweet dripping love juices. She was hydroplaning on a puddle of Adam.
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