Keira y la tienda de la esquina
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My life became settled very quickly. Aside from the occasional lunch, Keira and I saw each other on the weekends. She charmed me in every way. I thought things would never change, but they did, and not for the better. We rolled through August and into September. School started. Our weekends became intermittent as my work intensified preparing ad campaigns for the Christmas season. Through it all Keira kept me amused with funny text messages and calls every night, some lasting a long...
The intensity of the heat was starting to wear her down as she walked through her uncle's vineyard. Heat was one thing she could not withstand and unfortunately for her there was plenty of it. The nights were cool though, so she was told and at least that was something to look forward to. Coming here was her father's idea, she needed a long vacation after the traumatic year she'd encountered and getting away was an immediate remedy which even she had not objected to. Her father's brother...
For the next month I worked hard to distract myself. It didn't work. Keira hovered in my consciousness, ever-present, haunting me and stealing away everyday simple pleasures. I saw her beautiful tears every time I closed my eyes. I became obsessed with distracting myself from her memory. Once casual alcoholic drinks became the norm, no longer casual, consumed to numb me and help me sleep. In moments of inebriation I wondered if there was only one person in the world that was the perfect...
Work occupied me for the next week. I was energized and creative and productive. My life found balance. During the day Keira would keep me smiling with a flow of text messages detailing her day or funny observations. It sounded like she had a true friend in Jenny. Those two seemed to get into trouble wherever they were. Evenings would bring a phone call and we'd chat. Unfortunately, as happens in the advertising business, a last minute project ruined our plan to meet on the weekend. Keira...
KEIRA ROLLED ONTO HER side, a slight soreness between her legs making her smile. Her bedroom was inky dark. It was past one o'clock and she still couldn't sleep. It kept repeating in her head; I made love with Seb! I'm not a virgin anymore! She fluffed her pillow and closed her eyes. When she'd opened the front door at eleven thirty and slipped inside, closing the door quietly, she'd found Mom waiting, sitting quietly with a side lamp on reading a book. Mom had smiled softly....
KEIRA LAY BACK ON her bed and looked up at the ceiling. For five days her life had been full of Sebastian, even though she hadn't seen him for the last few days. He was a presence inside her that wouldn't go away. She thought back to Uncle Tony's barbecue. It had been such a bore. The other kids were too young, the adults too old, her brother and sister too self-absorbed. She'd hated being there until she walked out onto the patio. She'd noticed him immediately; slender with dark hair...
Three days later I dreamed of Keira. It was detailed and sensual, an erotic dream like I hadn't had since hitting puberty. I dreamed of running my fingers through her pale red hair, curling it behind her ears and cupping her face, tilting it up to me. I dreamed of soft brown eyes shining with excitement, faint freckles, pale pink lips. I was erect when I bent my face to hers, our lips touching softly. The impact was huge. A wave of desire flowed through me. Keira's hands touched my waist....
Keira chewed and swallowed a bite of her Butter Poached Lobster Grilled Cheese sandwich. She chased it with a sip of Diet Coke. Holy cow it was good! "Are you ever going to take me to a real restaurant?" she asked with a smile, her hand curling a wayward lock of pale red hair behind her ear. SWALLOWING A BITE OF Spicy Tuna 'Nachos', I noticed for the first time that Keira had four small gold earrings piercing her left ear. Why four? Stretching my legs, I leaned back against the bench....
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IT TOOK ME THREE bus changes to get to Keira's house. Not being in charge of a moving vehicle allowed me to observe San Diego as it passed by and contemplate how excited I was at the prospect of spending time with Keira. She'd occupied my mind and I'd wrestled with the morality of contacting her. She was just so young. Yet the power of my attraction couldn't be ignored. A mental contract with myself to just have her as a friend in my life, nothing more, released me enough to find her cell...
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Before you begin... This story has decision based elements to it. In order for this story to function as intended, make sure you click the "Start Game" over in the right corner there. Enjoy! P.S. For more information, go to "Author's Notes" down below. There she is at non other than Croft Manor, the beautiful & busty Lara Croft sat on the sofa, with a laptop in her lap. She wore nothing but her pink panties & a plain white tank top. "I can't wait to go on vacation. Only a few more days before...
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Jack had never met a woman like Penelope. In truth, the only females he knew anything about were the village girls, most of whom found no interest in him. He had somehow found his way between the thighs of some half dozen girls, but that was primarily because he was in position to inherit his father's smithy. Never had their desire to find a man who could support them (eventually) survived actually engaging in a relationship with Jack, though. And so Jack was completely unprepared when, in...
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Heviya stared blankly at Nadines corpse and the pool of blood expanding beneath it. The kind woman had made her feel welcome aboard the Penelope right off the bat. She had never really understood why. At the start of their voyage to Asterion 14 months ago Heviya had been an unexperienced newcomer to space travel, constantly worried to do something wrong. She had been trained as a wireless operator during her compulsory service in the confederate army, but apart from that she only had an...
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