love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
How to Love a Woman Right?
How a woman should be loved? What is the right way? Well, ladies and gentlemens, the BIG REVEAL is about to come. There is only one way to love a woman and that is the way she desires to be loved. You don’t have to be the rich guy the tall one, the family guy or great achiever one. That’s the reason why most of us run away with the bartender, there something natural about them. They know to listen as they hand us the right drink after a tiresome day. They know the right place to touch or not, maybe its experience, who knows.
By Bjorna Hoxhallari5 years ago in Humans
Searching for perfection
Walking aimlessly around became my daily ritual. Sex had been an obscenely important part of everything. During my marriage, a traditional position and a very rare occurrence was all I knew of sex. But I had strayed, I’d taken lovers who had shown me a cornucopia of pleasure, through positions, to relaxation, to the height of orgasm and beyond. It hadn't always been that way. In fact, I was the ugly duckling for the early years of being a grown up. In fact, I was the victim of the family from hell. Criticised constantly, I had been the fat brat, the ugly one and the drain on all the resources which were due only to the three piece family who had entrapped my father when he was at his lowest.
By Eveline Bright5 years ago in Humans
Whimsy
She wanted to be good, she really did but it was a struggle every minute of every day because she wanted to be satisfied constantly. She knew that it didn't make sense, all through her childhood she had been taught that affection was obsolete. Her parents rarely appeared more than friends residing in the same house. Her father paid the bills and then some. Her mother was able to purchase anything she wanted to, within reason. They weren't super rich but they didn't have to worry about pounds and pennies on a daily basis. Her father showed love to her and her mother regularly even effusively, her mother, however, only showed love to her own brother and mother. So given all that, she didn't understand her keenly developed sense of desire. It wasn't reliable though or predictable. Either she wanted, ached for passion, or she wanted nothing. When it was absent she collapsed down into herself, somewhat akin to a hedgehog defending itself she was spiky and cross with anyone who tried to get close.
By Eveline Bright5 years ago in Humans
The Art Of Receiving A Compliment
In colour psychology, Pink represents unconditional love and kindness. It connects us to the feeling of being nurtured, comforted and loved from the inside out. Pink is a very feminine colour making us connect to our emotions and forces us to nurture the person within.
By Angela Dacey5 years ago in Humans
Autism in Love
I’m by no means an expert on relationships. I’m a 30 year old autistic woman living with her parents because living alone impacts her mental health. Here I have company even when I’m alone due to the two fluffy dogs that like to lay all over me during my workday.
By Aimée Shepherd5 years ago in Humans
On the Fringe
On the Fringe by Mary Haynes In the summer of 1970, I fell for a guy in a fringed suede jacket. Even though it was summer, he wore it whenever he rode his Triumph 350 motorcycle. He wore a teardrop peace chain around his neck on his frequently bare chest. He played Classical Gas on the guitar around the campfire. In short he was the perfect 70's crush!
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Humans
A Sympathetic Interlocutor
Decorated was the word that first came to mind when he noticed her cheeks. Breaking eye contact only very briefly because he wanted to hold her gaze as long as possible, the strange patterns on her cheeks caught his attention. They might have been scars, burn scars or, had they been located somewhere else on her body, the kind of scars left after a surgical attempt to remove tattoos. The thought intrigued him and suspended the moment of greeting in time.
By D.A. Cairns5 years ago in Humans
