And then he was finally all the way inside of me, pressed against that spot far in the back of me that could make me black out if pressed the right way. His hips were pressed tightly into mine and somewhere near the end he had let go of my thigh so that I could wrap my legs around his hips and my arms had slipped around his back, his around mine and we were eye to eye, nose to nose, chest to chest and everything else that mattered.
And time stopped.
We breathed together and neither of us seemed capable of moving. Neither of us really wanted to move. If he had wanted me as long as I had wanted him, then it must have been as much of an eternity to the having of us for him as it had been for me. And now, here we were, where we had both longed to be.
I had had my arms locked around him and it was me who was finally able to relax my body down into the hollow we had created in the mattress and loosen my thighs enough around his to arch my body up against him once more, pulling him back just enough to forcibly thrust my body back against his, clenching him deep inside me.
It was his turn to groan.
I was wet now, I could feel myself sliding easily around him and those blissful shivers of orgasm had started running up and down my spine. I just wasn’t there quite yet…
I finally let me eyes close and ran my hands up his back and into his hair, using my nails to lightly scrape along his scalp. He groaned again and thrust his head back to make me press harder, which of course forced his body further into mine and seemed to remind him that there were other things we could be doing.
His eyes focused back down onto mine and he finally started a slow steady thrusting in and out of me.
It was torture. It was bliss. It was everything I had always thought it would be.
His slow steady rhythm built and built into me until I thought I’d go hoarse from whimpering and the muscles in my hands were going numb from holding onto him as hard as I was. I never wanted him to stop. I needed him to stop. It was the sweetest torment I could have ever imagined.
He was growling something against my cheek now and I could only vaguely pick out the repeated “mine now….mine….oh Ellie Ellie Ellie….mine now….” Over and over and over and it was enough to finally push me over that edge, into the abyss, screaming his name against his shoulder as my body fought and twisted to throw him off and bring him back into me once more so that the tremors would go on and on….
I finally felt my climax subside and had to loosen my entire body from the overwhelming exhaustion I now felt. Little clutches deep inside my cunt were still occurring and I realized that he hadn’t stopped the slow, insidious thrusting. That he was staring at me with feral eyes.
I felt more relaxed than I had in months.
Every so often he would add just the tiniest bit of emphasis on the end of a thrust and it would set sparks through my body once again.
He began building me up again.
My legs were sprawled wide on the bed and now that he had finally quenched that first overwhelming thirst I was able to run my hands down his chest and tweak his nipples, scratching ever so gently, my hands wandering wherever I wanted.
I wasn’t mewling anymore, now I was purring.
He brought his mouth down to gently nibble along my jaw, though I’m sure he wasn’t feeling very gentle any more.
He suckled on the curve of my throat, right under my chin and let his hands begin roaming my chest, just as I was doing to him. I sighed in pleasure and pulled my knees up to deepen his invasion inside of me once again. I knew he needed to cum. He needed to cum like I had needed to cum, but he didn’t want to seem to stop this first sweet pleasure.
It was my turn to whisper into his ear. “Josh, Josh baby, cum for me darling, cum for me…..oh fuck baby, right there, fuck, oh fuck, John….!”
His forehead finally dropped to mine and he began hunching into me frantically, losing all control of his rhythm. I felt my body let go in another sweet orgasm as he began bucking and begging me to take him and to never ever stop.
I held him against me. His body loosely sprawled over mine, his nose against my cheek on the pillow and I finally let myself drift into unconsciousness for just a little while….
I woke up with him wrapped around me, holding me close, watching me as he had been since he first looked up at me. I was too comfortable to move so I smiled at him and stared back.
I didn’t think I had been out long, but it was wonderful to wake up to him holding me and watching me like I was the most perfect thing he had ever seen.
And the best part? I didn’t think that I’d ever have to worry about waking up without that look ever again.
The End
Pomegranates
This is a house with so many rooms. More, it seems, that can be measured from the gardens, from the downstairs. There are hidden doors and tricks of the heart. This room is not like the others. I don’t believe this is where you sleep, though you assure me it is. I want to smell your skin but I cannot. It is nowhere in this room. This is another space waiting for something to happen. I am sitting on the bed and you are standing by the window. The curtains are open. I want to take in the back of your neck through all five senses.
So many rooms. So many.
Do you know the myth of Persephone?
No.
The god of the underworld tempted her with pomegranates. I would tempt you with pomegranates. Would you allow this?
What is for me to allow? You want what you want. You’ll have what you want.
He stole her from the aboveworld. He took her down.
And held her there with pomegranates?
Yes.
This is the disrobing ritual: my shoes slipped off, lined up beside one another. Your shoes. Garters unfastened. Stockings removed. The linen jacket draped over a hanger. The waistcoat. The pants. My dress, the beautiful moonflower dress, collapsed into piles of meaningless satin, a careless collection of champagne sequins. It is nothing without my body to hold it. Without me it is less than the sum of its parts. It is a shell. I drape it over the back of a chair. I’m not ready to be naked but your desire whispers for skin. I take off all my jewelry. The disrobing ritual. We have never done this before.
There is a bowl of them. On the nightstand there beside the window. The bowl is alabaster, the fruits balanced inside with their gleaming red skins, like something painted. Waxed. In your hand, the fingers curled around the rim. Like a woman in blush, a woman in lipstick. I am unwound across the bed. I have unraveled myself, poured my flesh across the sheets, washed up beside the pillow. I am pressing my knees together. I am covering my nipples. I am looking at you through my hair. You are here. There is a fruit in your hand. You are naked with your well-groomed hair and your small neat fingers. You are beside me. The bed shifts and reality trembles in the tight space of a candle flame.
You planned this.
Yes.
Gentle, insistent. This is the application of your hand to my shoulder. The heel of your hand. The sinews know how you want them to fall but it is my mind that is hesitant. Perhaps my heart. To be so raw on this bed, open and on my back with the front of me laid open to your scrutiny and the test of your fingers, the smooth skin of this fruit. Its insistence. The pomegranate is heavy in the bowl of my stomach. Pale skin, moving with breath, rocking the round red fruit. Cradling it. The breath. The pulse at my navel. The weight of it, something for me to struggle against. I keep my hands on the bed. My toes toward the ceiling. I want to close my eyes but the lids won’t fall. I am breathing through my nose. The eyelashes quiver.
You take the fruit. At the space where its skin is warmed by my skin you dig your thumbs into it, the cords in your forearms at attention.
Concentration. All the fury of lust lies in this gesture. The effort. The resistance. Your breath held back by teeth. I am watching you and all of your attention is given to this task. The furrow of your brow. The set of your chin. The first drip is startling. The second is a cool whisper sliding into the first. Your elbows straining. Soft low wet ripping and a long sigh. These sounds tear into me. There is a flood of juice, a spill of seeds. Tart tingling smell in the air. It spills down your hands, drips between your knuckles, stains them purple. It fills my navel and makes a puddle. This pomegranate is butchered. It bleeds. It dies at your lips.
And then comes something I do not expect: your skin. There is so much of it, a surfeit of pale skin and it is everywhere, acres of it falling down on me, soft and laced with individual hairs, each of them a burning filament, each of them claiming my skin for its own; your pliant weight, your skin. I gather myself and brace against it, pulling back, but you follow me down. There is no pulling away. I am awash in you. Your sticky hands on my face, holding me down, anchoring the part that trembles and wants to fly away. My choppy little breaths. Your breath in my breath. My wild racing heart a-sprawl beneath subdued flesh. Your lips are full of plump little seeds. You break a few of them between your teeth, drip the juice into my parted and quivering mouth. A quick blast of breath. I lick away the juice, try for more. Your lips glance mine. Uh. Uh. I’m blushing at my sounds, mouth open like a baby bird. Another drop hits, slides across my bottom lip. A long trembling sigh. I lick it up. Your tongue pushing mouth-hot seeds between my lips. I take them. I bite down. They explode between my back teeth.
I pick up a piece of the pomegranate, left forgotten and leaking into the sheets, and I take a bite out of it. The juice runs down my wrist. I lie back on the pillow, breath ripe and whistling through my nose, and I open my mouth. My lips soften around the seeds balanced on my teeth. I close my eyes and wait in the darkness and breathe, taking it in, letting it out. The air. The inside of this room opened to the night. I am measuring this moment with my nostrils, breaking it down into segments. Jasmine flowers unfold in the garden. The bloom is an inevitable thing. The scent of it. The display of pale petals, dictated by roots, temperature, and the advancing night. They do what they mean to do. I smell the ruthlessness. The fury. The determination of the flower to call to itself all that it could possibly need, the rain the moonlight the moths polishing it with long jointed legs, fanning it with luminescent wings, coaxing the life forward, making a tight curled seed. You take the seeds from my mouth. You take them one at a time. You lift them with your tongue, draw them in with soft suction. The muted sound of them crushed.
I burst into tears.
I’m sobbing and you put your palms on my face and rest your nose on my forehead and wait. Calm above all of this destruction. Your body is constructed of composure. Your eyes are closed and you are keeping slow time with your oxygen. I’m foundering, longing for your shoulders, taking hold of the slope of your neck. Clinging to dissemination.
My beseeching bones…oh cover the raw place in me, press yourself down into this gaping wound, steal my blood and hold it in your hands. Kiss the delicate loops of my entrails.
I am quivering, awash in salt. My nose is pressed into your nose. I have pulled your hair from grace. My life is distilled down to those sticky purple fingers on my cheeks, the immolating force of your breath.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes. This is beautiful, beautiful.
You come into me and I think about the shapes of words. I think about your tongue and the shapes of words.
I want you. I want you.
An imprint of time and place that lingers. Stripped down to bare fucking. If I could imitate them, own them, I could claim a part of your soul.
I can’t do it.
You have taken me down.
The End
Firebird
My bare legs stuck slightly to the black leather of the hot seats as the engine roared into life and I grinned as I clutched the steering wheel in both hands. My right foot squeezed the throttle slightly and I felt the vibrations all up my leg as the 4.2 litre engine headed to my will. A hand reached over and gently touched my exposed upper thigh, “Fancy taking it for a spin?”
I flicked a stray curl over my shoulder as I turned my head to face him, “You sure you trust me with her?” I knew I had the look of the devil in my eyes as I said it and I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes, but he nodded anyway. I winked and shifted her into drive, wheels spinning on the loose gravel as we sped out of the pub car park. Driving her was amazing, so much power and every engine spin caused me to get more and more excited, we must have been driving for about 20 minutes when he told me to pull over into a lay by he could see up ahead, I swung her in and skidded to a halt.
I was breathing deeply from the rush of the drive, the excitement of having control over something so powerful and beautiful. “OK my turn,” He breathed at me, “Out of the car.” Slightly disappointed I pulled the handle and slid out of the car, pulling my short summer dress down as I went, by the time I had settled myself he was standing next to me. I looked up into his deep blue eyes as he snaked an arm around my waist. “You are breathing rather deeply did that get you excited did it?” Before I had a chance to answer he locked his lips to mine and kissed me, I pulled him closer still, arms around his neck and tongue probing his hungrily. He slipped a hand between our bodies and felt my body through the fine fabric of the dress, roughly he groped my breasts, naked but for a single layer of fabric and hot from the summer heat and excitement, then his hand worked down and pulled the hem of my dress up. I may as well have been wearing nothing underneath given the time it took him to remove my panties.
“Fuck me, you are excited, you dirty girl!” He hissed into my neck as he bit down making me squirm slightly against the discomfort. I could feel his large hands covering my shaved pussy as he rubbed the area, feeling the velvety smooth skin of my lips. With each movement he made I just got wetter and wetter desperate for some kind of penetration. I brought my hand down to his crotch and felt the firm bulge growing. He groaned as I rubbed my hip against him and pushed me away, forcing me back into the drivers seat. I sat sideways legs still out of the car as he slid it all the way back and pushed my legs apart. I tucked one leg back into the foot well and sat there, skirt up around my waist, bum on the hot black leather with the engine vibration driving me wild.
He knelt down and took a good look at my pussy. Stroking it gently top to bottom with the tip of one finger, slowly his gaze moved up my body and our eyes met once more, I was so turned on I would have done anything for him. Suddenly he pushed his finger in, the sudden entry shocked me, and I gasped, gripping the seat anywhere I could. He rammed that one finger in and out so much harder now and faster, then slowed down, then slowly he pushed two finger in and rested his thumb on my clit. The joint stimulation plus the feeling of the leather on skin and the vibration was too much and as he began rocking his hand in and out I could feel myself tightening against him. He watched me, at arms length for a couple of minutes getting me wetter and wetter, moaning softly. Then he moved forward and kissed my neck, down across my chest and down to the swell of my breasts. I pulled the dress up and let him nuzzle his face against the delicate skin of my tits. His mouth moving kissing, nibbling, biting, finding a nipple and sucking hard, he griped the hard nub between his teeth and rubbed his tongue over it, gripping the seat harder I forced my body against him and gushed all over his hand, my pussy clenching around his fingers for a good few seconds after I stopped screaming. When I opened my eyes he was standing up holding his hand out to help me up. I took it and let him walk me around the front of the car. He positioned me sitting on the front lip, right above the roaring engine, he pulled my dress up so my bare buttocks sat on the matt black paint work, it was hot against my arse but not uncomfortably so and the vibrations direct onto my sensitive cunt were amazing. He took a step back so he could undo his bet and drop his trousers to expose his cock. The early evening light was golden on his bare arms and large hands as he pulled it out, I bit my lip, knowing there was another orgasm building in me from the pulsing metal under me. He pushed my legs further apart with his legs, now bare and held his cock steady as he guided it to the entrance of my wet hole. His other hand held my head as he kissed me again before he forced the whole 8 inches of cock up into me. His hand tangled in my dark curls, his mouth hungrily taking every gasp of air I had as he penetrated me. I could feel myself cuming again and I lifted my legs up, wrapping them around his back and holding him into me. As my orgasm subsided I relaxed and he slid out of me.
Pulling one arm he turned me around to face the car, “Look at the mess you made on my bonnet.” I saw the slightly damp, glistening patch of cum shiny against the matt finish. “And all after you made such a mess on my leather too.” One hand was gently caressing my belly and waist from behind, inside my dress, the other came down hard on my arse, “You are a bad, dirty girl!” He hissed as I recovered from the sudden shock of the spank. I loved it.
He pushed me forwards roughly until I was sandwiched between his legs and the front of the Firebird and its roaring engine, he spanked me again, this time with enough force to push me over the bonnet and onto my hands, pushing my lower back down, my arms buckled and I lay face down on the hot metal. The feeling was incredible, the vibrations in my exposed breasts and his hand pressing my crotch down onto the lip of the bonnet. “Oh you like that don’t you, the vibration from that lovely, big American Engine?” I couldn’t speak I was on the verge of cuming again, The heat and the smell of fuel mixed with the constant buzzing all over my body was too much, I let out a scream as the orgasm washed over me, the release was amazing, but he wouldn’t let me up, instead forcing his cock in me once again.
From behind it felt much bigger and I could feel his balls slapping up against me with each heavy thrust. I imagined the pistons below me and their thrusting motion driving that gorgeous beast that was now driving me wild. The sensation was too much I was now writhing and screaming constantly, wave after wave of orgasm was exhausting me, but he just laughed and thrust harder, each thrust increasing the vibration on my clit and keeping my arousal at its peek, then he thrust one last time and came, easing his hand of my back and allowing me room to move for the first time.
As he slipped his cock from me I turned around and leaned back against the car and opened my legs to allow a trickle of his spunk to run down and onto the chrome. Oh dear, I made even more mess, I wonder what my punishment for that will be.
The End
A Silent Love
From the very Begining, the girl’s family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to family’s pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: “How deep is your love for me?”
As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that & the family’s pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: “I’m not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I’ll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?”
The girl agreed, & with the guy’s determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it’s hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice……
The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents’ comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.
During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,…..it’s still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying….
The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he’s back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn’t anymore news of him.
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy’s wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.
When she was about to ask her friend what’s going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her “I’ve spent a year’s time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I’ve not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.
Unconditional Love
My story starts about 25 years ago. My mothers best friend since she was five years old and the only person she trusted more than anything on this earth.. my father. After spending 26 years together they had gotten married and had two children with a third on the way. My father whom then choose a life of sin, in the military and never home, he pursued other women (mothers best friend)and left my mother with NO JOB, three kids and a morgage and a broken heart. Gathering every little drop of strength she had to keep her family going she took as many jobs as she could to pay the many bills that piled up over the months of unemployment. Never asking for assistance from ANYONE not even the government because she had to much pride, she eventually lost her battle and had to sell the home. We moved in with my grandparents were she took care of them through many years of illiness until they passed leaving behind there debt in which she had to pay off and is still paying on. Shortly after the passing of my grandparents, her brother-in-laws mother had fallen ill. Of course being the caregiver she is, she bathed her, feed her and read her stories and exercised her every day until she passed. My aunt then shortly passed away of a massive heart attack but a few months later and at the age 54. So, my mother since then has been taking care of my uncle (her brother) and his kids for the last 5 years. She has never gone on a vacation for herself.. let alone left the state.. She is the worlds most loving, caring and understanding individual and I along with my brother and sister would love nothing more then to be able to give her a piece of mind and send her to the most beautiful place in the world, HAWAII - Because she is truly the most beautiful person in this world and it is only right.. Please vote for MY MOM..
“I Love You”
I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him.
Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…
“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.
“I can’t”
“Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment
grabbing me.
“No… I am going to meet a friend…”
He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at all.
He didn’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why…
Then one day…
Me: Um, Jin, I …
Jin: What…don’t drag, just say..
Me: I love you.
Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…
Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.
Me: Jin…
Jin: Here…take this…
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What’s this?
Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I’m going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Jin: Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen.Then I shouted… “Wait…”
Jin: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…
Jin: What?!
Me: Tell me
I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.
“I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.”
That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn’t want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn’t call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday
After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him.
He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.
Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn’t help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…
Me: I don’t need it.
Jin: What….why…
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again!
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.
“I’m sorry”
He apologized in a tiny voice.
He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!
But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…
Honk~ Honk~
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
“Jin! Move! Move away!” I shouted…
But he didn’t hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
“Jin, move!”
HONK~!!
“Boom!” That sound, so terrifying.
That’s how he went away from me.
That’s how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.
After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.
Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…
“One…two… three…”
That was how… I started to count the dolls…
“Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty
five…”
It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…
“I love you~, I love you~”
I dropped the dolls,shocked.
“I….lo..ve…you??”
I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.
“I love you~ I love you~”
It can’t be! I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the side.
“I love you~”
“I love you~”
“I love you~”
Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn’t I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn’t I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it’s stomach,
that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much…
“Jo…Do you know what today is? We’ve been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn’t say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you
forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…”
The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can’t be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…
For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life….
Returned To My Childhood Sweetheart
My earliest memory of Alfred is watching him coach my brother with his batting. We played Red Rover, Blind Man’s Bluff, Kick the Tin Can, and Hide and Seek in my front yard. Alfred remembers me riding him piggyback.
We were neighbors for five years in the early fifties until my family moved again. I missed Alfred. He was a senior; the most handsome guy on campus! During TWIRP week my sophomore year, I asked him out. Four days later we were going steady.
We drifted apart after he went off to college and I became involved in the Red Hussar Corps. He married somebody he met while working at the local swimming pool. I married a guy from the new neighborhood.
April of 2001, I moved to Honolulu and worked as a school nurse. A knee injury was why I moved back to Texas. A friend of mine convinced me to move back home. Within six weeks of my move, a classmate came to help me unpack. When I learned that she lived in Port Neches, I asked her, “Do you know Alfred Hebert?” She not only knew him, she lived four houses down from him! Their children grew up together. She said his wife had died. I said, “I’ll give him time to grieve and then contact him.”
I also told her that in late 2001, I called Alfred from Hawaii. I contact people when their name comes to my mind or I pray for them. Of course, I was curious if he were single again! Sadly he was still married but he remembered me and asked about my brother. Later I learned, although he was faithful to his wife, he often thought about me.
The end of July 2005, while addressing cards to friends in Hawaii, I found one that read, “Just Wanted You To Know.” I used it to contact Alfred. On July 30th, he called me. He had been in Austin training for the Triathlon and had me on his mind! When he got home there was my card. He spent two hours reading love poems in my website. I learned he did underwater photography. That intrigued me since I was a photographer while in college. He invited me over for the next afternoon. We have been together every day since.
Alfred asked me if I thought I could live the rest of his retirement years with him. I said, “Yes!” He told me that my phone call to him from Hawaii stayed on his mind. A neighbor had tried to set him up with a friend of hers. He told her that he was working on it. In Alfred’s own words to me, “I willed you back into my life. I waited for you.”
My Ex Boyfriend
Me and my boyfriend were perfect together.We always got the best of eachother.His name was Steven.Our
relationship went on for 116 days until july 25,2005(trust me ive been counting).I think it was all my fault
in the first place.I meen i should have never thought about anything.This is how my story goes
this is the
beginning)
Me and steven were good friends in 5th grade until the middle of that school year.My best friend Emily knew
how much i loved him,and she talked to him a couple times and found out that he liked me alot.So like best
friends,she said she’d get him to go out with me.So at my house she called him.But she said she was at her
house.We had a plan.i would listen to the whole conversation to see if he liked me or not.Guess what,HE DID!!
So i banged on a peice of cardbord to make steven think that someone was at emilys door.Emily started to tell
steven that i was there and he FLIPPED!emily told him to ask me out so he did,i said yes,and we were both
VERY happy.Until one day at Rock St. pool that i seen my ex boyfriend. he wanted to go back out with me.i
tried to say no but he made a point.for the past 6 months before the pool party,i have not seen steven or
talked to him.only like 5 or 6 times and somtimes at school and wen i got with him on the phone he was always
busy.So when mark a!
asked me on the phone the next day i just couldnt help myself.Mark said he loved me,said i was smart,hot and
so on.So after i got off the phone with him,i had to call steven to end it between us.I didnt want to but i
had to.Both of us started to cry because we didnt want it to be over.But i thought steven was cheating on
me,but he wasn tand after i said that i dumped him i coudnt take those words back.I still feel guilty about
it.I know he didnt deserve to be treated like that.But wat was i ganna do?Now today is Saturday September
24,2005 and steven still hates my guts.All of my friends try to talk to him and tell him how sorry i am but
it doesnt work.im losing hope.Steven was my world and all i have left of it is a stuffed monkey,stevens
hoody,his jelly braclets,a paper rose and seven notes he wrote to me in school and his picture.Everything has
fallen apart and i want steven to fix it.I love steven so much.i cry at night listening to “we belong
together"on the radio by ma!
riah carey,wondering why im so stupid and why im a worthless n! othing.I
cant find anyone else because steven was the perfect person for me.Th is may seen to you like some stupid
fantasy that a stupid 11 and a half year old wrote but i want everyone who reads this to help me!!! I tried
to listen to my heart and it said he was a cheater but i guess i was wrong.All i ask is a simple favor,pleez
talk to him,email him ,tellhim how much i care.If it takes the whole world to make him believe me thats wat
ill do.Thank you everyone and godbless.
Love Conquers All
After 40 years of never being in love and thinking I would never be fortunate enough to have love come my way, I met Lynn. At the age of 40, I put my profile on a dating web site for the first time ever and got a response that very night from my Lynn. We emailed for months and then finally met. My heart skipped a beat the moment I laid eyes on her beauty and instantly fell in love with her. For the last 2 years we have been together and she has made me smile like never before. With me being disabled, Lynn has put up with many things in her life that she never expected and has never hesitated in her patience with my physical disability. Of course being on a fixed income, I can’t afford to take her to my dream vacation spot of Hawaii. Lynn soo deserves to have one week in Hawaii for me to show my appreciation for bringing true love to my life. Love does Conquer all. Especially a disability.