Amateur storyteller, LEGO fanatic, leader, ex-Detective and human. All sorts of stories: some funny, some sad, some a little risqué all of them told from the heart.
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From flirting to ecstasy Part 3
Jodi lay there pleased and enjoying the feeling of finally being this close to Simon. She loved that she felt so safe lying there with his arms around her. The steady rise and fall of his chest relaxed her as her head followed his rhythm. She found herself so exhausted that his gentle touches combined with the endorphins flowing through her body she found herself fading from awake to asleep. The air was a mix of his cum, her juices and lubricant, it was the most intoxicating odour and it kept filing her mind with the images of everything they had already done. She realised the bed was a mess, with sheets and pillows everywhere. Jodi took one sheet and placed it over her breasts, her nipples were still hard, and the cold was keeping them that way. As much as she enjoyed finally being in his presence, the exhaustion from those orgasms was too strong and she felt herself slipping into sleep.
From flirting to ecstasy Part 2
As if reading her mind, Simon had placed a big glass of water beside the bed. Jodi reached out and grabbed the glass to have a drink. She knew that this was going to be a marathon, not a sprint and she would need to hydrate. As she drank, drops of water fell on her chest, the sensation was quite enticing. Then Simon started to lick them up, and the sensation of his tongue on her skin was enough to restart her excitement.
Why do people follow me?
“There’s no one in this room who wouldn’t rather die than let you down” Now I would love to take credit for that quote, but it’s one of Aaron Sorkin’s last before he relinquished the reins of the West Wing. It is, however, a moving one when you consider the context of members of the fictional President Bartlett’s inner circle pledging the allegiance at the height of a political and personal drama.
From flirting to ecstasy Part 1
As the elevator passes the second floor, Jodi is hit with a wave of anxiety. She has waited so long for this day, but has she built things up too much? Will he still find her attractive after all these years? Is she going to be able to keep up with him? Will the whole thing be a fizzer?
Testing our metal (and mettle)
CRASH! BANG! “Oh Crap!” As the loud noise and cursing continues, I turn around to see my Dad with a now mangled piece of sheet metal. It is not the first time I’ve been exposed to Dad’s swearing or a loud noise on this trip. I am just happy that there are is no blood or other visible injuries.
A hotter type of grief counselling pt. 1
But it’s a real beauty, a Mexican cutie How it got here I haven’t a clue. This was the third time since Simon arrived at the ferry terminal half an hour ago that he had heard this muzak version of Margaritaville. Others in the crowd likely didn’t even know what the song was, or some may have thought that it added to the atmosphere of heading over to a tropical island. Simon just thought that they were wilfully butchering a Jimmy Buffett classic.
Am I who I am today because of Lego?
Christmas morning, 1977. I race out to the living room to see what Santa has brought me, because without a doubt as four-year-old boy I had been exceptionally well behaved. There was a stocking full of sweets that I was forbidden from devouring before breakfast, and then my parents pointed out a few well wrapped parcels.
Tina's Pregnant Desire
You know those guys that are absolute jerks, but you think they’ll change, even though you really know they won’t, and then you are gutted when you find out that they didn’t change? That was the guy that Tina had been dating. He wasn’t a nice guy, he wasn’t amazingly good-looking, in fact, he wasn’t even that great a lover. Then Tina got pregnant, and she realized that all the other crap behavior had just been a prelude to how much of a prick he was.
Moggy vs. Mom
... and if any animal happens to follow you kids home, it’s going straight to the pound. This was a statement my mother would regularly scream at both my sister and I whenever we would bring up the topic of getting a cat. Another staple of Catholic guilt from my Mom was “You remember what happened to Bingo!” I would have been four and my sister five when a family friend gave us a puppy and, you guessed it: Bingo was his name-o.