Warm. It’s too warm. I don’t remember using my blanket last night. He must be back then. I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. Damn sunlight. I squinted and let my eyes adjust themselves to the brightness. I looked down and saw his arms around my waist. Holy cow. Those are some really sexy arms. His drawn tattoos are still there and his arms were veiny and muscular. I woke up and gently peeled his arms off me. I rolled off the bed and stood up. I stared at the perfection that was lying on our bed. Bare chest, muscular stomach and a… tent? Oh God it looks so… huge? Hmm.
I went towards the bathroom and did my business. I came out and I saw it again. It looks even bigger now. How is that even possible? I went back to my side of the bed and tried to sleep. But my mind could only think about that bulge. I sat up and glared at it. I crawled towards it and stopped just above. Hmmm. A little something something wouldn’t hurt right? So I pulled down his boxers gently and it almost hit me. It stood proud and tall like a soldier when the national anthem is on. Oh wow. I didn’t know it was of this length and size because it’s my first time seeing it. Of course we did it before, It’s just that we went straight to the point. No foreplay. And it was always dark. The base of his length was covered with tufts of hair here and there and hidden underneath are two marble-like testes. Holy crap. He looks like a Greek God. Gulping, I shakily reached out for his organ.
I touched it and squeezed it. He groaned. I quickly went back to my side of the bed, pretending I was asleep. After a few minutes, I crawled back to the space between his legs. I saw precum on the tip of his dick and instinctively licked it. He tasted musky. The taste was so...
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...ouldn’t you be a crying melting puddle right now with my proposal?”
“Shut up and sleep. You’re too full of yourself.”
“And this is one of the reasons I love myself.”
I didn’t bother replying him as sleep took over me.
“YA! YA! YA!”
Silly baby. I love you, my midnight sun. I will do so forever till the end of time. You’re my inspiration and also the person who was always there for me. You have your moments and sometimes you can be a real jerk. But I can be a real bitch at times too. Maybe that is why we go so well together. No matter how many times I tell you I love you, it will never be enough. You’re the master of my universe and I’ll be the mistress of yours. Forever, to infinity and beyond.
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I know sometimes life can be difficult, and I know it’s me who sometimes makes it that way. I can promise you that I don’t do it knowingly and I want the best for you in any possible way. It’s why I’m dedicating this work to you. I know you 're probably proof reading this right now wondering why the hell I gave it to you to proof read, but I know you 'd probably never read it other wise; I know you love me and would do anything for me, but lets face it, it’s true.
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
Adam Cooper started out as a fifteen-year-old boy, but became a fifteen-year-old man. In the beginning, Adam could not get along with his father, Moses Cooper, and truly believed that his father hated him. Moses was always getting on to Adam for everything he did. In Moses’ eyes his boy could do better than he let on if he would only apply himself a little bit more. “There was nothing that a Cooper man couldn’t do.”
Early Sunday Morning, is a Dear America book. It's the Pearl Harbor diary of Amber Billows by Barry Denenberg. This book is about a girl whos father is a newspaper writer. They move almost every month. The reason for this is so he has something to write about. This time they were moving to Hawaii. The family hated moving and so did the dad but he didn't show how much he did. He hid it from his family. When Amber found this out she spent the next day at the library learning about Hawaii. The night before they left to Hawaii they had a dinner. Amber couldn't believe that her father was having a party the week before they left. All week Amber was hoping that her friend Allison didn't talk to her and she didn't. One night she was in her room reading a book when she looked up and there was Allison at the foot of her bed. Then Amber told her that she was moving to Hawaii. Allison just started to cry and then she said she would never find a better friend then her. Then Amber started to laugh to cheer her up. She said she would write every week. They could be pen pals. The next day she said good bye to Washington and aloha to Hawaii.
April Morning is a story about a boy’s extremely rapid transformation from boyhood to manhood. There are a few significant events that can sum up the whole of his metamorphosis. These include the death of Adam’s father, Adam’s time with Solomon Chandler, and his experience during the battle against the Recoat soldiers.
You are the light in my life, my happiest thought in the darkest of times. I know that you’re always there for me, no matter what. I have so many wonderful memories with you in the time that we have been together. It seems that everything about you fills my heart with love, even a simple smile makes my heart beat faster. Even after a year being with you, I find myself falling more and more in love with you each time I’m with you. It’s like an endless sea; the moment I think I cannot love you anymore, you do something so warm and thoughtful, and the ocean overflows. I find it hard to put into words just how much you mean to me, because I feel as if there are not enough words in the world to say how I truly feel towards you. You have flipped my whole world upside-down, I never knew how committed and passionate I could be for
Since it is middle of January, it is freezing outside, but it is so warm in my bed. The sheets are so cozy, the pillows are so soft and not even one single cell of my body wants to leave. I can only smell the cold air on my face. The entire world is almost silent; the only sounds are the sonata that has been playing for five minutes on my phone, and the deep breathing of my roommate who is still miraculously sleeping. I was confused when the alarm gradually woke me up.
The movie Friday was one of the best comedies I have ever seen. It had a great director, a talented cast, a good plot, a spectacular soundtrack, and is filled with funny gags and jokes. It was by far the most hilarious movie of the decade. I have never laughed so hard in all of my life. I loved this movie.
As I walked into the family room, I could feel the gentle heat of the crackling fire begin to sooth my frostbitten cheeks. I plopped myself down on the sofa. The soft cushions felt like heaven to my muscles, sore from building snowmen, riding sleds, and throwing snowballs from behind the impenetrable fort.
Every day that I wake up and every night before I fall asleep, I thank God that we met, because without you I would be nothing. Through the hard times you have held my hand, through the rough times you have held me close to you, and through the ups and downs you have stayed by my side. What else could I ask for? When I am sick you tuck me in. You have brought back the person that everyone loved and have helped me learn to be the person I always wanted and knew I could be.
The day you were born I felt this indescribable love. One I had never known before. From the beginning of your life I never knew I could have a love that was so strong. When you were an infant I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but wait until she is two." When you were two I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but wait until she is ten." When you were ten I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but just wait until she is 16." And now you are 16 and I am telling people how great you are.
As I opened my eyes, I saw him laying there, still sleeping and exploring his deepest thoughts. The brisk morning air nibbled at my nose as the sun, just rising over the mountains, warmed my body. I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips to wake him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over at me with a smile. As he stroked the side of my face with his gentle hand, I felt this chocolate colored skin melt over me. After laying there holding each other in perfect silence, we decided to put our clothes on and go for a morning hike.
When I got to know you better a year later I realized I wasn't alone and that something inside of you was what constantly brought tears to my own eyes. I went through a time in my life where I felt worthless and unloved and I continuously searched for happiness. I wasn't getting along with my family, and my friends were all hating each other, leaving me in the middle, stressfully trying to pull things together. You made me laugh and forget everything that was going on. That year you became my escape, my survival. I don't think I could have made it through as strong as I did if it weren't for you.