“Gag you? You’d fucking love that too much!” As I finish my sentence, I know I’ve pulled the trigger; your eyes flicker into life, and the mood behind them changes. So few words, but such an enthusiastic shift. Your thoughts are now visible in your demeanour. ‘Love it too much?’ I hear your mind qualm.  Your beautiful features and piercing eyes look into me with such intense inquisition, as you verbally probe me... “What...

Chapter Twenty-Four For the remainder of their time in Paris, Mac and Grace could hardly keep their hands off each other. She attended every meeting and meal so that they could spend more time together. On their last day, when McKinley was checking out of the hotel, he spotted Julien, the bartender. Julien smiled politely when Mac approached him. "Ah, monsieur, Le Bristol Hotel will miss you and your lovely companion," Ju...

"Was it too soon?" She thought as she was drying her hair after stepping out of the shower.She dropped the towel and reviewed her reflection in the full-length mirror at the end of the bathroom. Her slim fit figure, with pert 34 B boobs, looked good. Her face was pretty, her hair shoulder-length and fluffy. Her eyes dropped lower to inspect her mound that she had carefully shaved that evening."After all, the date was made...

I was in the sitting room on the sofa, wearing my blue pyjamas when I heard her key in the front door. I got up to meet her and help her off with her coat. There was no need to ask how her day had gone, the pallor of her skin, the dark rings under her eyes. Her eyes were normally bright, the whites clear and shining but there were little veins of red in them. I held her lovely face between my palms and kissed her. “Welcom...

I smile lots, so bright and wide That smile constant, while together with you Still smiling lots, but now much to hide What once beamed joy, and a love that grew Now conceals, now masks, such soulful pain   The hurt so deep when you told me of her But smile I must, it is what you need Yes always friends, of course thats fine Support you always, I will indeed My smile wide again, my trusty crutch   I always smile, it is ju...

Emma Wilde always appreciated her husband, Ray’s, gentle caring attitude towards her. He was always considerate when they had what had become their standard Saturday night union. Always pleasant enough for her, as it usually was, but, for some time, she had been left with a strange sense of dissatisfaction. Sure, she felt good, Ray was so loving. But lately, she would lie awake worrying why she was stuck with this unfamil...

  She was the first one I noticed as I entered the cafe. Sitting in a booth by the window she looked up briefly from contemplating her coffee cup. A pale, pretty face, no make-up, vivid blue eyes, that I thought, in that brief moment, may have been crying. A full, but not oversize bosom, emphasised by the short-sleeved blue summer dress she was wearing. Taking a seat at a table in the next aisle, from where, through the w...

  I'm here if you need me,to hold you when you cry,to smile and say HELLO,to blow a kiss GOOD BYE. I'll be here a long time,as long as I'm alive,to comfort and caress you,to bless and give you five. I'll undress and bathe you,to take your stress away,whenever you are willing,for a thrilling night and day. When walls are closing in,I will knock them down.Come take me for a spin,whenever you're in town. When the weight's to...

Living in a gray world,Not knowing The true beauty that Exists all around,Until you pulled meOut of the shadowsAnd into your arms,Held and protectedWhere we twirledUnder the night skyLike stars twinkling Reflecting on the deep blue, Telling a beautiful taleOf kindred heartsBrought together.Our worlds connectedAllowing me to flourishWith my soulmate.Like a rose bloomingAnd each petal opening slowly Revealing an exquisite b...

She held in her hand a boxWith red ribbon tied just so“This is yours,” she smiled kindlyHer face warmed by candle’s glowShe placed it gently in my handsFinger tips brushing in exchangeI felt a heaviness in my heartAs the rooms were re-arrangedThe box was fragile and delicateSeeming to weigh nothing at allIts content, I felt, is remarkably strongThat even the strongest could fallI sat quietly beside the fireStared at the b...