Kali Roses 1 400 493 000
- 1 year ago
- 61
- 0
Her eyes. That’s the first thing that caught my attention. Aside from the earth-shattering smile, they were the thing that made me approach. They were literally teal. Her eyelashes were long and black, her eyebrows thick. She had lips that curled around her teeth when she smiled in a way that said, you don’t know me, and you never will. She was enticing. I wanted to get to know her more. Her hair was a dark blonde, but her eyebrows were darker. I always wondered if she had dyed her hair, but...
It was a typical fall November day at Fort Riley, Kansas with the temperatures dropping and the winds blowing. The dust was really kicking up in the motor pool area. 2nd Lt. Bob Lacey was in the motor pool doing an inspection of some tank maintenance logs and dreading how the dust was going to play havoc with his newly acquired contact lenses. The Motor Sergeant came up to Bob and told him that the Battalion Adjutant wanted to speak to him. Bob was told to report to Battalion Headquarters...
“Excuse me, my name is…” My words die in my throat as the first man turns around. “Aria? Hey, it's good to see you. I didn't know you worked here.” It’s Dean! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I bite my lower lip in a nervous habit. Calm down, Aria, keep cool. He’s just your neighbor… your smoking hot neighbor. Damn it, he looks so sexy in a suit.With it being a casual business affair, Dean is wearing a black two piece suit that has a light gray pin striping and both jacket buttons were undone. The shirt...
Love StoriesAs usual, the small coffee shop down the street from my apartment is packed and buzzing with the morning’s rush. Let’s Grind has always been my home away from home with its dark red walls, over stuffed couches, worn coffee tables, and the seemingly ingrained smell of freshly ground coffee beans. A sigh of contentment escapes from me as I lean back into the soft love seat. I can feel the morning rays of sunlight pouring in from the store front window bathing my skin in the most amazing warmth. I...
Love StoriesMy skin cringed, and my heart felt like it stopped."Robert?" Kali asked, rising and covering herself. "What the hell, dude?""I'm sorry," I apologized, closing the door.I pressed my back on the door and vibrated like mad as I put my wood away. I didn't even know what to do, but I knew that her mom was just thirty feet away, only separated by a couple of walls. I had no idea if she'd scream or if Sasha or Peyton would either, so I waited for a moment.I heard my heart in my ears, but then the door...
CheatingI was cuddling up to my wife wondering how far I was going to get tonight. Some night all it takes is a raised eyebrow and then hours later we’re tiding up our discarded clothing from where ever they hit. Other nights I get a definite no, hell some nights I say no. Tonight I wanted it more than she did. So far she hadn’t said no but she wasn’t joining in. I was having to work for it. I was in just my bed shorts and she had one of her long t-shirt nightie things she wears. She had her back to me...
Kali sat on the side of the bed as Claire lay down across her lap. She could feel the warmth of the girl’s smooth skin against her bare legs. Claire shifted a little as she found her position and Kali placed her left hand on her lover’s back, gently brushing aside her long hair then slowly running her fingers between her shoulders and down her spine. She felt Claire shiver a little under the touch. Kali glanced at the paddle that sat on the bed beside her and then placed her other hand on the...
Another story from another contest -------------------------------------------------- I am so screwed, literally. I mean what the fuck was I thinking when I said and did what I did to her? I what- Oh, wait, sorry, you don't know what I'm talking about. Let me introduce myself, or should I say, what's left of me?. I am or rather was Robert Thompson. Just an average guy, I guess. I wanted to take a break from school, you know, get my hands in there for some practical experience. Plus, the...
Pyare readers (choot waliyon aur lund walon) Main Dinu Sabse pahale main sabhi choot waliyon aur lund walon ko danyawad deta hun kyun ki meri Kahaniya, logo ko kaphi pasand ayee aur muze E-Mail ke jariye male/female ka kafi response mila, logo ne muze aur Satya Katha likhane ka hosala diya. Isliye phir se aap logo ke pass ek sachi Kahani pes kar raha hun, Aasha hain pichhali kahanion ki tarah yeh kahani bhi aap logo ko pasand aayegi. Jaise ki aap log jante hai ki mai ek sarkari daftar me Audit...
Hello doston aur bhabhiyon.Yeh baat 2 saal purani hain.Mera naam ashutosh hain ghar mein sab mujhe pyaar se ashu bulate h. Mere ghar mein char log hain. Mere dad 48, mom 46 main 18 aur meri badi behen 20. Hum patna ke rehnewale hain. Yeh kahani meri aur meri behen ki hain. Mere dad- name ramadheer singh mnc mein kaam karte h aur mahine mein ek-do baar aate hain. (rang gora) Mere mom- name kamini housewife 5 feet 3 inch rang saanwla h figure 36-28-38 unki chuchi bahut mast aur gand to kisi...
“I’m sending Megan across to your hotel. She will hand you the property deeds once confirmation of funds transfer has been obtained” explained my lawyer. I was purchasing a new condo, and looking forward to moving out of this hotel room. About 10 minutes later there was a knock on the door. Opening the door I was very surprised. Standing there was Aria, or at least the young lady that I knew by that name - the young lady that I had encountered at the Red Door massage parlor about two years...
Next morning at 9.30 a.m Huck’s groom Akram arrived with the gig. He deposited Mimi at Mattencherry Palace, where she was met by two elegant young Indian females dressed in brightly coloured saris. Akram then drove me into Cochin where we visited a score of temples, the majority dedicated to either Vishnu, Shiva, Khrisna, or the elephant-headed god Ganesh. At each venue, I would show a Temple priest or Guardian the sketch of the Ankh, and Akram would ask if such a design decorated their...
Hi dosto its suresh from USA 27 year old a professional photo grapher, running my business in USA california living with my uncle and aunt from last 25 years they dont have any kid so they addopt me. This was happend when i was just 23, 4 years back. Mai india apni bhabi sa milna aeya huva tha. Bhabi ki shadee ko 2 saal ho chuka. Maina jab 1st time bhabi ko dekha to mai samja koe nokrani hai ghar ki bhabi ka figure 30 26 30 ka hayin kali kalotee saree hue gandee dakhna ko be dil nahi kar raha...
Hi. I m suman. From ganjam orissa mora prathama odia story.Eta mora prathama sex story jaha mu submit karuchi iss site re. Please give me comment in my email id Eta mora prathama sex story mu mo bhauni saha bi romance karichi kintu mu e story upload karuchi karan eta mora prathama sex story and till now i njoying my khudi jadi o tankara 2ta jhia achhanti.Mote abe 22 barsa helani. Mora athletic body 5 ft 11 inch height. Bisal banda 8.5 inch lamba 4 inch mota.Khudi nka figure 38-36-38 jadi bi...
Chastity Harsh glared at the graffiti scrawled in lipstick across the white tiles in the bathroom of Yokum Hall: “kevin dicks raped Me! Stay away from him!” Professor Harsh flipped open Her notepad and added his name to the list of six others whose names She’d gotten from Female restrooms around campus. One of the men, charlie post, had three checks beside his, plus the initials “KTB.” Back in Her office Chastity typed dick’s name and address into Her TEETH...
“Excuse me, my name is…” My words die in my throat as the first man turns around. “Aria? Hey, it’s good to see you. I didn’t know you worked here.” It’s Dean! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I bite my lower lip in a nervous habit. Calm down, Aria, keep cool. He’s just your neighbor… your smoking hot neighbor. Damn it, he looks so sexy in a suit. With it being a casual business affair, Dean is wearing a black two piece suit that has a light gray pin striping and both jacket buttons were undone. The shirt...
Sandra took another drink of water as Mr. Menlos reprimanded another hapless student for not cueing her in during the aria. After forgetting Mr. Menlos's instructions about being strict to the conductor's indications, Sandra had finally started being particular about following all cues. She would enter incorrectly when given the wrong beat, and not enter at all when the cue was missed. Between that, and the thrill of singing with an orchestra for the first time, she was enjoying herself...
“Are you sure you’ll be fine, Dad?” The voice of her daughter, Blake, was filled with worry. “Yes, I’m sure, sweetheart. I used to be Huntsman, so making my own food is no problem.” Ghira spoke with a positive tone, a direct opposite of his current situation. “Well, if you’re sure. I have to go and continue my workout, dad. I’ll come by and visit sometime. Take care!” With a quick farewell of his own, Ghira ended the call with a heavy sigh. For the first time in decades, Ghira was lonely. While...
ek jaroori bat kahani churanewale bahut hain unake liye yeh batt plz apni sacchi kahaniya likhe nahi kisi ki kahni copy-paste kare agar sacha me aap iss ke chahnewale hain to plz asli kahaniya likhe jinhe padhkar sab readers ko maja aaye kyounki mujhe lagta hain ki kai kahaniya aisi hi churai hui hain maaf kijiye lekin plz apni sacchi kahaniya likhe To main ab kahani batata hu jo meri sacchi kahani hain kisi ki churai hui nahi hamare ghar main chacha chachi aur chacha ki ladki yani meri bahan...
IncestHi readers aap sub ko choot chatny waly ki taraf sy sala kesy hen sub log aap logon k mail par kar bari khushi howee aur dil ny kaha k aur bi apny tajrubat share karoon haripur abbottabad mansehra ki koi larki ya aunty choot chatwany ki shoqeen ho tu mail kary haan tu dosto apni pichli kahani men men ny aap ko bataya tha k kesy men ny apni prosan Baji ko choda ab usi k tawast sy ek aur larki ko bi chodny ka moqa mila hay tu aap ko bata doon Baji ka husband uae men hota hay tu us k paas sony k...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ********* At dawn, in a couple of hours from now, I have to fight a duel. Major Simon has chosen pistols and he’s a deadly shot. I will die. He insulted my wife by calling her a whore. I challenged him to a...
Note from the author: The story is in Italian as I realized it is too hard for me to keep writing in English, but I will probably translate it later on. ---------------------------- Capitolo 3: Rachel Matt sedeva al tavolo della cucina di Steve. Una massa indistinta di capelli viola le ondeggiava davanti al viso ogni volta che si muoveva. Indossava ancora il pigiama prestatole da Chelsea. "Non riesco proprio a credere di aver avuto bisogno di un...
The Seventh AriaBy Brewt.BlacklistSeptember-October 2011The ObservatoryIT WAS as busy a day as usual, but that didn't stop me from stopping to gape. I couldn't believe what, er, whom I was seeing. It was The Trips. Right here. I didn't think they could even be alive by now, but large as life itself, here they were here in the diner. At my table. Together. I thought at the very least that by now, they would completely hate each other."Good morning, ladies. What can I start you out with?""Coffee,...
Hi Doston mera naam Deepak hai main Chandigarh ka rahne wala hun main ISS ka bahut bada fan hun aur maine ISS ki almost sari stories padi hain isliye aj mera bhi man hua ke main bhi apna expeirnec share karu ye kahani meri aur meri Cousin ke bare me hai. Yahan main apni cousin ke bare me bata du uska naam shivani hai who thodi sanwli hain par uske features bahut ache hain aur uska figure to kisi ko bhi mast kar dene wala hai. Ab main seedhe kahani par aata hun. Ye aaj se 2 saal pahle ki baat...
She is 17, 5′ 2″, 34-28-36, dark but beautiful feature. The day i saw her after marriage, i could make out that she is hot. When i was at my wife place, she was also part of group and teasing me kee didi key sath kya kiya etc. She tole me jokingly in the group, jiju…aaj raat ko main aapkey room mein baithoongi aur dekhti hoon, aap mujhey kaisey bahar nikaltey ho. I have also good sense of humor, i told her….haan sali ji, tumhari didi tau abb hamari hi hai,,, yahan nahi tau ghar sahi, par sali...
IncestHello dosto mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh. Aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le ki main apki hot bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar ap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai. Main 34 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekhke pant se bahar aane lagta hai woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai. Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte to mujhe doosre...
My first year of Boarding School had been far tougher that had anticipated and now that I was home for the summer I wanted nothing more than rest and recreation. You know the song, Wild Horses By the Stones. 'You Can't Always Get What You Want,' well it must be true, at least for me. At breakfast on my first day of 'R&R' my mom tells me she has volunteered me to help out our neighbor Mrs. Banks with some chores around her house."Ever since Ron Banks ran off with that young bimbo secretary...
A jack-o-lantern glowed on the corner of the desk next to a basket of ripe red apples. A vase of mums completed the autumn vignette. Marian’s head was bent over a pile of books she was sorting, hoping to have them back in place on the shelves before it was time for her to leave. Every October it was the same thing. Just about every book of “true” ghost stories was taken out of the library, and returned by Halloween night. Her thoughts were interrupted by “Trick or treat!” Marian looked up and...
Introduction: Happy Halloween For reasons of my own, I no longer allow public comments, nor do I make them on other writers work. I do hope youll send me a message with your critiques. A jack-o-lantern glowed on the corner of the desk next to a basket of ripe red apples. A vase of mums completed the autumn vignette. Marians head was bent over a pile of books she was sorting, hoping to have them back in place on the shelves before it was time for her to leave. Every October it was the same...
Kali's teeth braceletI am kneeling on a soft carpet, naked, my arms immobilized in a leather armbinder, Hooded and with mouth gagged with an inflatable gag. Ears plugged an heavy metal collar at my neck.Above a tripod in front of me with a camera to record the whole scene, Mistress Sonja is dressed with a long blackleather skirt and a black bustier. Her face hidden by a mask. A red mask of a smiling devil!! Even if almost all those who would have seen the videos perfectly knew who is hiding...
Hi my friends, i am Rakesh, umar 29, Ludhiana, Punjab se main pvt company mein job karta hun, main bhi appni real life ki ek ghatna lekar appke samne aya hun. Isse ghatna to nahi keh sakte, haa par isse ek anokha anubhav keh skte hai. To main apko ko iss pyare se anubhav ko app ke saat share kar raha hun, app iss ko jarur pasand karo ge.. Baat unn dino ki hai, jab main ek pvt computer teacher tha, main ladko aur ladkion ko dono ki computer shubah aur sham ko class leta tha. Ladkion mein to sab...
Hi, Mera naam Yash hai, Main Delhi ka rehne wala hoo, Meri age 27 years old or kad 5.6’ hai. Mai aaj aap sab dosto ko ek majedar ghatna sunata hoo. Mai ISS ko karib 3 year se padhta aa raha hoo. Waise to maine do tin baar sex ka anubhav kiya hua hai. Lekin wo sab jaldi baazi mai ya fir over age women yaa call girl ke saat kiya hai. Maine ISS pe kai kahania padhi usse mujhe bahut uttejana hoti thi or mera bhi man unsab ki tarah kacchi kali se sex karne ka hota tha. Or ek din ye moka bhi mujhe...
Hot mrs. Rajni gupta ko kali se full banya, Friends, bhabhi n aunty aoor sabhi ko meri oor se hello n very 2 thanks , jinhone meri last story (hot mita or uski 4 friend k saath hard chudai) ko bhut zabardast response diya, mere pass kaafi e mail, aoor phone call aaye, jiskie karan main iss main meri 4th story present karne jaa raha hu , I hope yah bhi aap sabhi ko jarur pasand aaye gi. Ek baar main aap ko wapas apna introduction de dena chata hu , mera naam manoj hai . hight 6 feet, body fit n...
mai ek bachelor hu.mai naukri ke silssile me aksar alag lag shar me jata hu. ye baat tab ki hai jab mai haryaa ke ek sahar me rahta tha. waha mai akela tha aur hamesa kisi ladki ya aurat ke chakkar me rahta tha .mujhe haryanvi aurte bahut sexy lagti thi.unka figur e he kuch aisa hota hai ki bas khada ho jata hai.jis makan me rahta tha usi makan me ek padosi bhi rahta tha hariram. hariram ki ek biwi or do bache rhate the. hari ram construction ka kaam karta tha .uski biwiw kaali kaluti thi....
THIS IS AN INBETWEEN STORY TO BRING IN A HUMAN TO HELP THE INDIAN GODS, POSSIBLY A PROLOGUE FOR THE ACTUAL KALI STORY Gold, I should have known better. I mean it’s one thing to mistakenly take it from one man’s claim, it is a far different thing from a god’s. Really, a god? You’d have thought that they would leave a warning or something. First off, I am Ryan Clint, gold prospector. Well, pretty much. I was trying a new find I had developed with satellite imaging in India. I had seen what...
“I still don’t see why you don’t want to use your old bank,” Mark said while walking up to the door of a major bank. “I didn’t like the service there,” Dexter said. Patiently, Mark held the glass door open for Dexter. The man wasn’t moving all that quickly. In fact, he was rather grumpy. Dexter stepped into the bank and looked around. There were three desks, only one of which had a person sitting in it, that he assumed were for loan officers and new accounts people. There was a row of ATMs...
The Wolf with the Red Roses, by Chloe Tzang© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. [Boy:] On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?[Girl:] Yes.[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the...
Today was My Wifes birthday, and I had to go out and pick Roses present up this morning. Rose was awake chatting on the Internet all night when I left. While I was out getting her present she stayed home and was online all day. Rose was sitting down naked at the computer and surfing the web. She then went to a search engine and typed in k9 for dogs, as she had been talking about getting another pet. She thought she could do some research. She clicked on a couple of links until she came upon a...
(June 3rd, 2000) The New Recruit. Sarah Banks was about to graduate from high school with honors, when a CIA recruiter came to her school posing as a substitute teacher. The CIA agent, Jack Anderson was a rising star within the CIA and he needed a young woman to aid him in a top secret mission. The agency decided to pursue the beautiful and intelligent, Sarah to help crack the huge case. The school girl reluctantly agreed, but with conditions. Heading the CIA was Special Agent Turner, who...
Written from the perspective of when it happened.I can't believe, I am fucking my boss’s wife! She is so fucking hot man. She can’t seem to get enough of me either. Technically she is not old enough to be my mom, but she is old enough to be my older sister. Becky is in her late thirties and is married to my boss. His name is Pat and is somewhere in his fifties. Becky is his third wife and treats him like crap. It’s pretty obvious to me that Pat must be her sugar daddy. Becky for one thing...
She started to cry, and I thought she was crying because she was happy. I tried to make a joke to get her to stop. ‘Gee, if I’d have known you were going to do that, I wouldn’t have asked you.’ ‘It’s not you. It’s me.’ ‘Well?’ ‘Well, what?’ ‘Will you marry me?’ Christa wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then pulled a tissue from the box on the end table and blew her nose. She’d stopped sobbing, but her shoulders still shook and she wouldn’t look at me. ‘I told you I don’t know. I...
My name is Tanner. When I was sixteen, I was terribly shy, interested in girls, but had no idea how to deal with members of the opposite sex. This is the story of how I overcame that problem.The summer of my junior year, we got a new neighbor. Her name was Marian Hayes. She worked at the local library. The house used to belong to her older brother and she inherited it when he passed away. The house needed a little work, as did the gardens and the lawn. That's where I came in! My Dad suggested...
First TimeShe looked down and smiled. Roses. She loved roses. But who would leave them at the door for her? She hadn’t heard from Billy since they broke up. Well she considered them broken up. She hadn’t heard from him from that stupid fight they had two weeks ago that had them both saying things she knew, or at least she thought she knew, they didn’t mean. They had both asked each other at the same time if the other one wanted to break up. No one really said a yes or no as a response. Just silence...
It has been several months since my wife and I had sex. Usually, our sex frequency was normal, two – three times a week, as the statistical average. We have been married for about nine years and had two young kids. But eight months ago, I was promoted as VP Sales, a job that is demanding long travels abroad. So, our intimacy and sex life took a dramatic decrease due my traveling. I spent most of the time outside the country, far away from her. During my trips away from home, as a normal man, I...
VoyeurThe Roses in November I watch him from the window of the north tower as he makes his way to me through the wilderness surrounding my keep. He is weary, this seeker with his rusted mail and sword smeared with the blood of the vines he has had to cut to keep from stumbling on the rocky path. He is no more than an ant struggling on the horizon at the moment, but I know that he is breathing heavily from the effort it takes to ascend this summit. I consider dispatching a bird to see where...
Painting the Roses RedBy Beagle9690September 2008Shakespeare wrote: "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."When I first met her, she was Blanche, Blanche Rousseau. Until then, I assumed she was somewhat of a recluse and a spinster, living with and caring for her elderly father; at least that was the consensus of all of my neighbors. I was a confirmed bachelor of 40 and was quite content to mind my own business.I lived in the house next to her. The...
As usual, the small coffee shop down the street from my apartment is packed and buzzing with the morning’s rush. Let’s Grind has always been my home away from home with its dark red walls, over stuffed couches, worn coffee tables, and the seemingly ingrained smell of freshly ground coffee beans. A sigh of contentment escapes from me as I lean back into the soft love seat. I can feel the morning rays of sunlight pouring in from the store front window bathing my skin in the most amazing warmth....
I have a friend named Latrell. He's almost forty now - married with four k**s. When I was little he used to babysit me whenever my usual sitter was busy. He lived in the basement of my aunt and uncle's house until I was in high school. When I was over there when I was younger, I mostly watched TV. Sometimes we would play board games, but for the most part I entertained myself.One night my parents were gone until almost three in the morning. My uncle worked the graveyard shift and was at work....
Lisa arrived at the ski lodge just past 5 p.m. on Friday evening. The snow was falling at the rate of an inch every hour, and if it had not been for the 4-wheel drive Tahoe she had borrowed from her neighbor, she wouldn't have made it. With all the fresh new snow, this weekend promised to be an exciting one on the slopes. She looked around the large sitting room of the lodge. No Michael to be found. Michael was her boyfriend of 3 months. They met in the community college where they were both...
Laurie flipped her cell phone closed and picked two orders off the kitchen delivery shelf. Ned, the short-order cook, peered at her from the other side of the shelf, clicked his lips, and gave her a leer and a wink. ‘Keep it in your pants,’ Laurie barked at him and turned toward the dining room. She knew she should have worn a bra today. It was hotter than a devil’s asshole back here, and her flimsy cotton blouse and skirt were plastered to her body. As she delivered the orders to a couple of...
Introduction: This is my first attempt at writing a story. Have enjoyed reading so many of the great stories on here, I decided to try my hand at writing one. Let me know what you all think and how I may improve. Hope to have more stories in the future. A Dozen Red Roses By Star Noble I had just stepped out of the shower when there was a knock on my door. I put on my bathrobe and went to open the door. To my surprise there he was with suitcase and a dozen of the most beautiful red roses I had...
NOTE: This story is completely fictional! This all started when I was eighteen and just finishing my junior year at our local High School and my Sister was just starting Junior High School. We live with my Mother and Father. They were married when my Father was forty-two and my Mother was thirty-two. That’s ten years difference. I came along five years later. Dad was forty-seven and Mom was thirty-seven. POINT: My Father’s first wife died on their honeymoon when he was twenty-three. He was...
IncestShe glanced at the clock in the kitchen as she placed a bottle of Peter Michael Chardonnay in the refrigerator. It had to chilled just right. She wanted everything perfect. She checked the yellow and peach colored rose petals that were soaking in a covered bowl of peach scented oil. They were smelling delicious, she slid the bowl back in. As she passed the coffee table in the den, she picked up a vase of yellow and peach long stem roses and took them to the bathroom placing them on a rattan...
So it was last week whilst queued-up in suffocating heat, waiting to board the Euro Tunnel train back to Britain last summer, that my glance fell upon one of the uniformed young women, directing cars aboard the upper deck of the lead carriage. Admiring her quite obviously youthful figure as we inched our way along the platform, I had almost drawn level with her, when she turned towards me, holding up one hand to indicate we should stop, before they commenced loading the lower...
You have a date and you are excited, this is the perfect man. You met in the produce department at your local grocery store his name is JON. You have heard about such things but it has never happened to you. You will have to quit saying that, because now it has. You gave him your number over a row of Mangos hoping he would call. Your phone was ringing when you walked into the house. The week and a half that followed were like a dream. Your girlfriends are green with envy because he is so good...
bruary 14. St. Valentine’s Day. Jonathan Ames laid the bouquet of red roses on the passenger seat of his car. He took off his suit jacket, checking (for the fourth time in the last ten minutes) the front pocket for the package he’d placed there, folded the jacket in half and hung it over the back of the seat. He spent a long moment convincing himself that the gift wouldn’t fall out before closing up and settling into the driver’s seat. He looked at himself for a minute in the rearview mirror:...
By Star Noble I had just stepped out of the shower when there was a knock on my door. I put on my bathrobe and went to open the door. To my surprise there he was with suitcase and a dozen of the most beautiful red roses I had ever seen before. I screamed as I opened the door as he yelled “Surprise” “What are you doing here” I said. He hugged me and said “I couldn’t stand being away from you anymore. So I got on the first flight I could find” “Oh god, you are such a romantic guy” I...
I remember the first time our eyes caught each others. I was sitting at a bar, not paying attention at all to the majesty before me. Not in till I wondered what such a beautiful woman was doing in a piss smelling bar. Red roses crawled up her right arm like tree roots, permanently staining her skin. The left one plain and innocent from the needles touch. She wore a stringed red tank top, which had lace trim on the top and bottom ends. Long wavy onyx hair cover her pale shoulders She was on the...