erotic story I open the door. The Boyfriend was on my bed, overly relaxed. He was waiting for me, no doubt. Splayed across the bed like a pile of clothes fresh from the cleaners. That was misleading though because I knew the potential of those particular set of clothes. Like a magnetic disruption, the moment I approached within reach, they would writhe and grope, pull and press. He smiled and jerked his head to the side. Come closer, it told me. Next to me. Now (please!) I stalled at the door a moment. Then, came closer. The Boyfriend became more attentive as I came closer. Dropped the hazy, lazy sherade. Oh I bring him so much joy, I thought. Like I brought chocolate. Or Pizza. Or lacy underwear. In a moment of carefully orchestrated anti-climax, I sit cross-legged at the foot of my bed. I h
childrens storyKitty-Kitty who was so pretty spent all day thinking of the first line of her poem. "I want my poem to be pretty and about a flower" said the Kitty. Kitty thought really hard about her poem. She tried thinking while she drank her milk, tried extra hard when she was playing with the butterflies in the garden, and she even tried to dream about it when she slept. Mouse saw her talking in her sleep about the poem. Mouse woke her up and wiggled his whiskers and said "Having some writers block, aren't you?" "Meeeooow. You woke me up Mousy," she said as she stretched. "I'm sorry," Mouse apologized. "You were talking in your sleep! Do you need help with your poem?" "Yes Mousy. I think I do." "
general romantic fiction Curly locks of cinnamon and blueberry eyes, the girl who smelled so nicely. Nina, the girl I whispered "I love you" when I breathed in her hair. I smelled like her clothes when she whispered so softly I lip-read every word on strawberry lips. I tasted those words. They tasted cool like wintergreen. I kind of knew she would leave me. Dating friends was strange, the phone told me. She left me for someone she didn't even know. Nina left me. Nina was my passenger. She was my friend, after all. I couldn't see her sometimes because her curly locks of cinnamon blended with the afternoon sunlight. I took my eyes off the road to see if she was there. Nina was there, but she was with Jason