Have you seen her? You may have walked or even drove by her more than one time. You may have noticed her glistening red skin, the voluptuous curves on her body, or used her for exercise. I cannot say it was love at first sight when I first saw her, she appeared to be like all the others I had been with; however, she possessed something that I could not describe. When the wind blew it was as if she was calling my name so I could not stay away from her.
I have spent many hours in the blistering hot sun preparing myself for those special times that I would have with her. I have shed both blood and tears for her. My woman is not an average female, she is extraordinary. She never asks where have I been or why I have not called. She is content with where she is and does not complain. She does things that other women would not do. My woman is like a dirty rest area, open to the public twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. There is no admission fee.
People call her the “neighborhood girl”. She knows the corner where she belongs to and knows how to please. For her age, she is in pretty good shape. Not just men, but people from all over the country come to be with her. She does not discriminate against anyone. People of all ages, races, classes and genders have access to her. Many people are with her at more than one time. Sometimes there can be ten to forty people with her. When I see more than one person with her, I do not get jealous with her because I know that she can make them better, and I know that they need her more than I do.
The first time I was with her I only lasted for ten seconds, but I have made dramatic improvements. She has a lot of miles on her since she has been broken in from the years of pounding. Her legs stretch for miles. They are straight like runways for planes awaiting take off. She takes me places I have never seen or been before.
On many occasions when I’m with her, we become one. When I am with her, I am able to distance myself from all the other odors exhausted by others who are also on her.
She was my cousin from my mother’s side. My mother loved to spend time with the family so needless to say, I got to spend a lot of time with her. However, much to my mom’s dismay, her family moved away seventeen years ago. Yet I still have many memories with her, some
Do you remember the first time we met? I do as I cannot shake the memory. It was love at first sight. I’ll never forget the feeling I had. A warmth overcame my body as you stoked a fire in my heart. It was like I had spent my life drowning in the sea around me and you were that breath of fresh air as I pulled myself out. My cares and concerns melted away. I was complete. You were exactly what I had been missing in my life. My better half you completed me you made me whole. Your touch, your scent, your glistening radiance I took it all in. I felt its force enter my body working its way to the very center of my soul. It felt like a real living breathing thing coalescing within my life force touching parts of me I never knew existed. You awakened some innate primal desire and I needed you at all times.
...hé love-at-first-sight phenomena—it just took an extended period of time to get there. In other words, once their filtration systems were satisfied, the two felt enough in common to embark upon the spur-of-the-moment journey of love. Bill and Betty found a connection characterized by a rush of positive emotions in a micro-moment.
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
She values honesty in communication and she possesses the ability to be brutally honest with someone. She will come up to me and tell me her opinion if she believes that it might benefit me in some way. Another one of her values is appearance or beauty. She will spend hours picking the perfect outfit and doing her hair and makeup to perfection. She wakes up almost two hours earlier every day before school so that she will have enough time to get ready. Some people might think that she is conceited because of the focus on her looks, but she values the time that people put into their appearance as a reflection of their dedication. Her dedication to her appearance is something that she greatly values making her deserving of praise. How many other people could do what she does? Her passion and dedication is unrivaled by any other when it comes to her looks. She believes in the fact that one should always look one’s best and she puts in the effort every day regardless of any extemporaneous situations that might
This is where it all began. Her name was Jocelyn. Jocelyn Mitchell. She was 19 years old, and she wasn’t tall, neither was she short. She had orangish hair and bright brown eyes. No, it wasn’t love at first sight. Believe it or not, it was actually
Not in the gorgeous model way or the cute puppy way but in the sort of beauty that just is, Plato's beauty, you know? And I don't know why or how but when I saw her I got a feeling like when you know something's going to happen but you don't know what but you can just tell but it wasn't love. Sorta like butterflies but higher and stronger. Maybe butterflies on steroids. And the feeling stayed, sort of an anticipation. And she went away and I went to work, but I happened to look across the store towards the milk, and she was there.
I just see her eyes. Her lips are never as red as coral. They are just plain and colorless. Her breast and skin I can see but they are never a beautiful white. They are just a dull flat lifeless color. The frizzy hair is never smooth and silky but it is always there. I have seen many beautiful roses in my day. I have seen red and white ones; however, they cannot be compared to the lifeless color of my mistress cheeks. Perfumes are sweet and pleasant to the nose but my mistress stench fails in comparison. I have never seen a woman with great charm go. My mistress above all has a beautiful voice that only I know the sound of. My mistress is as amazing as any woman who has been misrepresented by an enhanced
I love the feelings I have for this amazing young lady and my feelings will always be deep and real for
Good Lord, I love this woman so much. I pull her tighter in my arms, squeezing her I moan deep in my throat. Running my nose from her shoulder to the sensitive spot beneath her ear I inhale her heady scent. Burying my face in her neck I take a nibble. The action produces exactly the reaction I want. She shivers and moans softly moving her body more snugly against me. I feel her as press into my groin, hmmm. I have to be sure that she does not get up and leave me with evidence what her nearness does to me for all to
This is the idea of love at first sight, it makes it seem as though
Three months prior to leaving for boot camp I met the woman who would become my wife. I didn’t just fall. I fell hard. The preceding year I spent avoiding potential relationships, but this was different.
For instance, I still remember the times she supported me in my sports activity or school. We basically do the same to each other
It seems that, no matter the situation, she knows exactly what will brighten my mood, whether it’s an hour-long venting session, a frozen yogurt run or sitting around a fire making s’mores. She has the incredible ability to make me laugh even when it seems impossible, through sometimes impractical means, like throwing marshmallows across the room or telling goofy made-up stories that may or may not be relevant to t...
Seven years have passed since our first encounter and in those past seven years, we have made many memories and parted ways several times. Whenever we parted ways, we were led back to each other as if there was a spark between us. Ever since you entered my life I felt as if God somehow sent one of his angels down to me. Over the last few months, I feel like my heart has grown stronger because of the love I have for you. This love gets stronger and stronger each and every day.