This is actually far from over. In Fact, It has only has just begun. I’ve been best friends with this girl since freshman year in high school. Actually, i hated her in the beginning because so was so damn annoying. shes still annoying but thats later. Now we’re freshman in college and shes off at mMizzou in Columbia, Missouri. And me,well, I’m stuck back home in Saint Peters going to the community college. I didn’t do too well in high school. Anyway, over the summer we became distant. she was busy with her boyfriend but mostly i was too busy getting drunk or stoned. she got sick of being around it all the time. and at the time it didn’t bother me because again, i was caught up in things that shouldn’t of mattered. And it came close to the end of the summer and i had a lot of friends leaving town for college so i decided to throw a going away party. that night she broke up with her boyfriend before coming over and we ended up getting pretty drunk. we start flirting. And kissing each others necks.
then next thing i know shes talking to my friend jordan saying she wants to have sex with him. and i get mad. well not just mad, i was furious. and i didn’t know why. I tried justifying it by telling myself i was just drunk. Or that i was just being the brother figure i usually am. but somehow at the end of the night me and her ended up laying in my bed together. we started talking, and she was apologizing for upsetting me. i told her it was ok but joked around, giving her crap for leading me on. and for some odd reason i tell her its probably best we didn’t hook up( not a guy thing to do), and that its better we wait til it means something. then we joke around getting married if we can’t find anyone better. well the joke lasted briefly. it started becoming a reality in my head. i got used to the idea of it. the next morning i woke up to her in my arms. and it was the greatest feeling in the world. it was then i realized i was in trouble. With the alcohol out of my system i knew that this was just more then a drunken sex escapade. that night another friend was having a graduation party. she was there of course. we chatted for a bit. she was getting ready to leave by the time i got there and i told her i needed to tell her something later. so she just me to stop by her house when i was leaving the party. the journey there had obstacles of its own. i stopped by my house to grab a pack of cigarettes, and when i try the start my car it dies. i wait thirty minutes trying to start my car and it finally starts. and then i set my phone in the cup holder where for some reason has a puddle of water. so my phones freaking out and turning on and off. I had to get a hold of her when i got there because her parents were sleeping and she didn’t want to wake them up. so I prayed to god for a miracle. what else was i supposed to do. I don’t know if it was god or just luck but my phone turned on long enough to contact her. and then never came back on. so i end up at her house outside in the fron talking. I’m apologizing to her for not being the friend i should of been. and for getting so mad the other night. and told her she needed to promise me we’ll never loose touch. I did come close to telling her i love her, but it just wouldn’t come out. so i go my separate way for the night. And now for the Third night she comes over after i get back from a family birthday. and once again we lay in my bed together watching movies, intertwining fingers. are bodies were so close at one point we had to take the blanket off. she ended up leaving around two in the morning. and as i watched her drive i realized this girl had stolen my mind. she had opened up my eyes and my life would never be the same again. the following week she went off to college and things calmed down a bit. i just tried to focus on school and work as much as possible. and she’d come home every weekend and things we intensify each time she came back. now its been about a month since this whole conundrum started. Its sunday, September 11th at 2:16 am and two nights ago she came back for Chads birthday and i’m not sure but i think she had sex with jordan the guy from the beginning of this bullshit. now i have no idea what to do. these i don’t feel like a sane man. my mind is tearing itself apart. and i feel like my whole body is giving up on me. i can’t eat. i can’t sleep without dreaming about her so I’ve suppressed myself from falling asleep. my chest aches constantly longing for the brush of her tender,soft hands. I’m in big trouble. but this story does have a happy ending. like i said earlier i barely made it out of high school. college was not on my mind. but now, i’m going to school to be a highschool history teacher. possibly a college professor. and i’ll be heading down to mizzou in the next two years. so maybe its too early in the day to close the chapter on her. all though as of right now shes sleeping with frat guys she doesn’t even know. i don’t think i can stop being in love with her, no matter what she or i does. so we’ll see. we’ve got twelve years to figure it out. thats when we’re getting married.

(Screen) Name: cmanlive

Well where do I begin . I met Nathan in September 2010 . We never talked or anything . He liked me , but I didn’t notice him at all . I didn’t care for him one bit , nor did I pay attention . It wasn’t until March 20th 2011 . That he actually started talking to me . It was on Facebook . He sent me a request , & I accepted cause he was my old friend’s boyfriend . & I knew him . He started talking to him , and well I thought he was really annoying . But then a few days later, He started talking to me again. He gave me his number , and I texted him so he would have mine . We texted 24/7 . I never texted him first , & when I wouldn’t text back he would keep texting . But I was okay with that . Autumm (his girlfriend & my friend) stopped talking to me . She was jealous , I didn’t like Nathan , but he liked me . And at first I didn’t know . But he had to pretend he wasn’t talking 2 me , just so Autumm wouldn’t be jealous . We finally talked on the phone . He said I sounded like a 10 year old . Or a squirrel . Which is true . But he eventually told me , my voice was cute . The more we talked , & the more pictures he sent , I’ve grown to like him . But there was a problem , He was to obsessed with Autumm , & I liked this dude Glenn . Eventually me & Glenn started dating . Nathan tried breaking us up . And eventually we did . Me & Glenn were better as friends , & I liked Nathan … a lot . But he still didn’t break up with Autumm . We both had feelings for each other , strong strong feelings . Like when I got my blue highlights , and I walked into the school building , I looked into his classroom , He almost broke his neck to look(: . Finally , One day I was going 2 the movies to see Scream 4 . He wanted to come , so my mom said as long as he got a ride he could . Well he did get a ride , and we were at my house for like 4 hours until we left for the movie . He kept asking if he could kiss me , I said no cause he was dating this girl Autumm . But he said he’d break up with her for me . I still wouldn’t kiss him , Cause it wasn’t official yet . But we watched a movie , Prom Night . & He was too busy paying attention 2 me , and not the movie . He was saying how the girl in the movie was ugly , I thought he was crazy for liking me and not her . Nathan always called me Gorgeous , & Beautiful & Cute & Pretty . Basically everything , it was sweet . Anyways we finally went to the movies . He wanted to kiss me , & he was broken up with Autumm . So after a few minutes into the movie , I wouldn’t kiss him cause I was shy , and he was making all these moves , getting closer and stuff . He wanted to kiss me .. Bad . I wouldn’t cause I was scared , it wasn’t my first kiss . But still . Finally , He took my head, & pulled it closer by his face , And he kissed me . I pulled away quick & said there. He got angry and said I wanna kiss you ! And i said you did kiss me .! And he said No , That kiss was crap . We kissed one more time at the movie theater I think , he wanted to kiss again , and took my phone and said I couldn’t get it back until I kissed him , I didn’t kiss him again , but he gave me my phone back at the end of the movie , but he was mad . We got in the car , and it was like playing a soundtrack of our night . First the reason & then E.T. When we got back 2 my house , he went upstairs and layed on my bed he was mad . I sat down at the end of the bed . & he got up and started kissing me , over & over again . He had to go cause his dad was on his way , he went half way down the stairs , then came back up to kiss me one more time , he didn’t wanna leave . He left , but I had to shut my gate , he didn’t leave yet , I was gonna kiss him bye , but my dad was watching . So we just said bye , then texted the rest of the night (: . Well we dated 2 months . I loved him . & I thought he loved me , But it was all a lie I guess .He always said I was his everything , and if he lost me he would kill himself , cause I was all he had , and he thought he had everything cuz of me , and if he lost me then he wouldn’t have everything . But then .. June 28th . We broke up , I broke up with him cause he started not caring about me , cause he started talking 2 girls again , so he no longer cared . He said he didn’t love me anymore and that he had no feelings for me , but yet , he wanted to be my friend . He grew feelings for my cousin Jessica . It hurt . They dated twice behind my back , Jessica lied to me . Nathan lied to me . I stopped talking 2 them . They hurt me . And i’m never talking 2 either of them again . I really loved Nathan , but i was stabbed in the back by my closest cousin & my ex boyfriend who i loved a lot . So love … Fucked up man . Getting hurt , doesn’t feel to great . But fuck them both , Next time I see them their both getting punched in the face. So people , Don’t fall in love , Look what happened 2 me D: , FML ! . & Yesh , Nathan was my first love , & I hoped with everything he would be my last , But things don’t work out that way I guess & thats what we have to live with .Screw It . =(

(Screen) Name: cutepie19671234

I met my husband 14 yrs ago, fell in love and married him. We have 2 children, that are amazing. We’ve had our share and more of hardship, troubles, cheating, and lies. We’ve also had a great deal of good times. About 6 yrs ago I met a girl, who happened to be my husbands best friend at the time, her and I never really clicked. The past yr has been a complete whirlwind of stuff. I started back to school after 15 yrs and I have the career that I was meant to have, my husband confessed to cheating for the first ten yrs of our marriage with many women, to name a few things. Well, my husband is a very insecure man. He has actually told me several times over the past 6 months that he’s jealous of my life. It used to be the complete opposite, I was jealous of his life, his job, his friends, just everything. Well this friend that I mentioned earlier of his, has been around alot over the years. We’ve become very good friends in the past two yrs. She sends me a good morning txt every day, that says “G’mornin gorgous”, she understands my needs and my wants. My husband told me that he does not want to hear about work or school or my friends or anything really. So I talk to her alot, and she completely gets me.
The more I am with her the more I realize that she is amazing. In late January of this yr, we were hanging out just kind of relaxing, having a few drinks. She kissed me and I have never in my life felt the way she made me feel. Everything in my being pulls like a magnet to her. When she enters a room, my stomach feels fluttery, when she touches me my whole body shivers. We have been seeing each other for about 7 months now. She feels the exact same way about me. Last week, she said she wanted to marry me on the beach. The thought of being in her arms for the rest of my life are almost too much for me to stand. Of course I said “yes” and we are currently making plans to live together first. Right now we are stealing moments when we can. With her job as manager of a retail store, and my job, moments are hard to find. She is my breath, my water, my soul belongs to her. We are destined to be together forever. She is the most beautiful, amazing woman I’ve ever known. I can’t wait to share the rest of my life with her.
We hoped for many months that the feelings we had for each other would fade and we could go on with our lives. However, that’s not what the cards held for us. Planning our wedding for Summer 2012. Can’t wait.

(Screen) Name: Summer Luvin

At first I shrugged it off until i noticed. Those passing comments and stares where him actually tryna get my attention, Lord knows how long it went on for but when I noticed…it was a different story.

It started with a wave and then a hi, a short conversation that got me thinking- who is this guy and why has he decided that of all people in this city, it would be me he pays the most attention to. Out of curiosity I wanted to find out more.

After a few more encounters I found myself hoping we’d bump into each other more often (which is funny cos at the time I was completely infatuated with a guy i would/could never have!!). As we spoke and acknowleged each other more – I decided to push it further….I asked him for his number.

The wait to see if he would text back, and the brush of excitement when he did. I proceeded with caution and it became apparent the caution was needed. It seemed like he only wanted me- to get intimate with – but by this point I was falling for him and found it hard – yet I knew I had to back off and make my opinions clear.

We started talkin less, and funnily enough I saw him less, til the point there was no contact whatsoever. I convinced myself to let go…I just didnt understand how the guy who, noticed me first, chased me, would make my body shiver when he touched just my arm, made me stutter, my hands went sweaty, mouth dry, butterflies and evern just seeing him made me smile. He made me feel like that then drop me- why put in the effort (I seemed to make him happy too).

Guess he just didnt like me the way I wished, but he hurt me and til this day 2yrs since I last saw him, every other day he crosses my mind. May sound trivial to you guy reading this, but this always plagues my mind and glad I got to share..maybe someone out there can relate!

(Screen) Name: Jasmine

My name’s Allison. I am in love with a guy named Caden. I know it’s love but i still want other’s opinions on this: SOOO I met Caden when i was in 7th grade. I’m pretty sure it was 7th grade, and I didn’t really become good friends with him until one day we started talking on facebook. We talked CONSTANTLY online, but I still saw him at church and stuff. In 8th grade, we were still talking and I kept on seeing him at weird places. For exsample, one time me and my friend Kim were at the mall and we saw him there twice!!! TWICE!!! And his baseball team plays mine and i’m in private school, he’s in public!! I would see him everywhere!! He even sat behind me at a baseball game!!(not in a stalker way though. just coinsidence)! And so one day we deiceded that we wanted to date. SOOO we did i think and then his mom got mad because she doesn’t want him dating!! I cried so badly, because I knew I would never get to be with him for a long time and that just made me upset. We didn’t talk for like 2 weeks and then we started talking again. Now we got closer and closer. I consider him my best friend. Don’t care what anyone says about him or me. I love him to death. I mean really, if i was put on the spot, i would die for him. I would do anything for him. We are both Christians, we get the SAME results on most of the online quizzes we take and he’s liked me for longer than i’ve liked him! All I want right now is for him to be with me, me in his arms, falling asleep just talking. I am going to scream if it doesn’t happen. I can’t let him go. I can’t let US go….

(Screen) Name: Allison Belt

I met this guy about thirteen years ago,he was a friend of the guy I was dating at the time, I remember that day like it was yesterday, he was the kinda guy who loved to hug a female, the real ladies man bad guy you see on romance thrillers, and when he hugged me I took in a deep breath and his cologne smelled so yummy on him, I was instantly in love with this guy. Well over the next 5 years I was hooked on that cologne he wore, aspen, I bought a bottle of it once and just smelled it once in a while an every time it would bring that one moment back, in short I NEVER forgot bout him. And now that I really think about it I was kinda obsessed with this guy.oh well.

I was pregnant the next time I saw him. I was leaving the movie store as he was leaving the auto store and he saw me an called out my name, I melted inside my heart felt like it had stopped beating all because he had remembered me even after all those years, he of coursed gave me a hug and sure enough he was still wearing aspen. He asked how I had been an he seen I was pregnant but he didn’t turn and run like most guys would have. he told me it was his baby and he was my man, he was joking of course at least I thought he was. We talked for maybe five minutes and went our own way. I had falling in love with him even more after that. I knew where he lived and every time I was going that way I would look over to his house just to see if he was around I never had the guts to go up there an ask for him, But now I wish I would have maybe it would be different, well ill never know.

Six years later I was dating a guy who was pretty much nothing but a bum, well before I knew he was like that I had tried getting up with him…1st clue to him being a bum.I had sent a text to the last number he had called me from asking if they knew where he was ..the person text back saying no I don’t this is not his phone. I text and said ok well if you do see him tell him to get up with me cause I wanna see him.they text back with I’m only like ten minutes away come see me. I text back saying who are you.and sure enough by some kinda faith out there in this world it was him the guy who wore aspen. I was in shock he had finally come back in my life and this time he was not getting away that easy. I told him who I was and he still remembered me.He came over that weekend.

We started dating a week later and I was so in love and yet for some reason I was scared out of my mind of this guy maybe because he did mean so much to me. I worried about all the usual stuff like lying and cheating because every guy I had been with before lied or cheated or something just as hurtful. I started drifting away from him after about three weeks because I got so scared I would be hurt by him. I was going to the country club and dancing with this other guy, until one night he decided he was going to show up at that club to find me, I was standing there with the guys arm around my waist when I felt someone tap on my right shoulder I turned around thinking maybe it was my aunt whom I was there with but to my surprise it was my aspen man and I instantly felt pain in my heart for what I had been doing to him. I fell in to his arms and I remember his exact words ” You’r still my girl right?” and never went back to that place or seen that guy I was with…I never cheated on him in a sexual way but to this day I regret those dances. But I never doubted him again.

I was hurt by someone I was living with about 2 months after that night and I was scared to tell him because I did not know what he would do to this person an I did not want to see him taken away from me over someone who means nothing, but that next day he knew something was not right and he just stayed silent most of the day. That night he called me and he told me he knew something was bothering me and he wanted to know. so I told him and I told him why I did not want to tell him. He was upset that I did not tell him but he understood why. The next day when he came to get me to ride around with him, witch is mostly what we ever did at that time just to be alone, the person that had hurt me was out side in the yard and my man never once looked at the guy. I moved out of that place that following weekend…but the twist is I moved in with my ex and his girl friend and mine an my exes son. Needless to say he did not like that very much but I told him that me an my ex are over and that he was all I wanted. He finally got to know my ex and he was not 100% ok with it but he tolerated it only because he knew I was safe, I was safe because he was with me all the time the only time we where apart was when he was working.I remember when he was working and I was home I was sad I missed him like crazy sometimes I would cry.I worried about him all the time unless I was with him he was all I had and that’s the truth.me an my family did not talk ,my ex had moved out of state an took my son with him all because he knew I was having a hard time getting on my feet he really screwed me when he took my son from me , but anyways this story has nothing to do with that.but yes he was all I had and I needed him more than anything when my ex did leave my man moved in completely.

We grew stronger than ever i mean we did have two arguments over small stuff. I started to realize how much he loved me when I would look in his eyes I saw the love he had for me I can honestly say we had a fairy tale love and I always worried about waking up from the dream I was having because it felt so unreal but it was the best feeling to have. I remember going to his moms one day when he was working on her car for her and he walked away for a few and his mom looked at me and said ” he must really love you. He never brought one of his girlfriends home before, and he talks about you all the time.” and when she told me that i did not think it was possible but I fell even more in love with this man.

When he would take me to meet his friends an hang out he always would introduce me as his girl but the way he would say it was so sweet it did not matter who was around who we where talking to he always said ” this is my girl ____.. Isn’t she beautiful?” or it would be isn’t she great or sexy or something like that all the time. He knew how to make me melt. Also when we would go hang out if I wanted anything or needed anything he was right there no matter what him and his friends where up to. When he was driving he always had one hand on my leg or holding my hand. He was the greatest man I had ever known. we had developed a routine everyday, wake up spend about an hour together in bed or more, take a shower, he would get ready for work or what ever we where doing that day, but as he would back out the drive he would blow me a kiss and before he got to the end of the road he would look back wave an blow a kiss every time he had to leave me home. and when it would get close to the time for him to come home I was sitting on the couch waiting an watching out the window for him and when he pulled in the drive I felt relived,you see I did not have a phone with me during the times he was gone so I worried a lot about him. I never wanted to loose him.

We dated close to four months not long at all but it was the greatest four months of my life he was my king he meant the world to me I believe I could have killed for him if I had to but there was always that fear in the back of my mind of loosing him not to someone else but to the world. One day we got up had a great morning he left to go to work and when it got time for him to come home he never showed, at first I figured he worked late some times he did, but when night time rolled around and he never showed I got scared I cried all night my room mate tried to help but all she did was drive me nuts I needed my man where was he is he dead did he just not want to come back what was going on? I had no car no phone no money he had all that with him when he left. I finally fell asleep about five a.m. the next morning and got woke up at six a.m someone was at the door i jumped up to get it an it was his friend there to tell me he had gotten locked up.I wont say why he got locked up.

But my biggest fear was now real I knew I had lost him he was not coming back for a long time from what every one was telling me.I started talking to my family finally so when he was taken from me I went to my moms I could not be in that house with out him I cried every night my thanksgiving was horrible I wanted to die plain an simple.

I had not heard from him or anything about what was going on all I knew was he was locked up and was in a lot of trouble. I contacted on of his friends I thought might would know more about what was going on but he knew nothing. after two weeks of not having him I was not myself, I guess you could say, yeah I had my family back but my other half was gone and I was lost..but any ways his friend started talking to me feeding me lines knowing I was not in my right mind, we talked for a few weeks and had me convinced I did not need the guy I was with that he could do more for me and he liked me and I hate to say it but I fell for it and the day he came to see me I thought I had feelings for him I thought maybe just maybe he was the one to make me happy again. as we sat on the couch at my moms house talking, the phone rang, I answered and it was my roommate. she said “Guess who I’m standing here with?’ then I hear “you’r still my girl right?”…I did not know what to do, here I am in my moms living room, with not just any other guy but my guys friend and my guy who was now out of jail some how on the phone.

I did something I regret after that.on December 1st I left the man of my dreams for a fake liar who dose nothing but hurt me, not physically but emotionally. everyday is hard my life sucks and I hate it but I cant change it just yet. I do care a little about the friend and I know he cares about me its just he is spoiled and thinks its all about him all the time.I have been with him for almost nine months now but I don’t do it for me I don’t do it for him I do it for my son because right now he needs a stable home.

And every morning I wake up, I think about my love and what we had and how much I miss him and I wounder what he is up to as I read the text message he sends me every morning.I love you sweetheart always an forever and I promise one day we will be together again you are the only one I need YOU ARE MY GIRL.

(Screen) Name: worley

Some people might think that I’m too young to have a love story because I’m only 13 but yes, I have one. It all started when my sister broke up with her boyfriend last January. So I ended up comforting her and her boyfriend, Alex.
Alex was a “heart-breaker”. He was good-looking, with light skin, black hair, and solemn dark brown eyes. He’s also the captain of the school’s basketball team. Because I enjoyed playing pranks on other people for fun and so did he, we get along with each other very well. Until then I had a funny feeling whenever he’s next to me. At first, I didn’t believe it was happening, but yeah…I fell in love with him.
It was hard to accept the truth that I liked him, since I never had a crush on a boy before. After all, he’s a year older than me, so it’s like hanging out with your brother. But somehow, I felt a wee bit jealous when Alex had a new girlfriend, and I was taken aback when I saw him (by coincidence) kissing her near the school’s dark hallway. By that time, I was crying. It was weird because I rarely cried. And I thought that Alex will never, ever, be mine…
The midterm-test was about to start when I heard from a friend of my sister’s that Alex broke up with his girlfriend. Again I held on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he will notice me. And it was proved that a girl’s instinct is never wrong. When I’m about to walk home, somebody called my name. I turned around. It was Alex.

“Hey, Z****!”

“Yeah?” I said.

“Can I…can I walk you home?”

“Sure.”

So there I was, walking home with one of the most good-looking guys at school. It was a little awkward at first, but then we talked like we used to when we’re at school. He walked me home and went on. It was so damn good.
My cellphone rang that night. The number was not in my contacts list, but I answered it anyway.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hi. Umm…is this Z****’s phone number?” It was a voice of a boy.

“Yeah.”

“It’s me, Alex.”

Oh my gosh, I thought. What kind of dream is this??!!

“Oh hey, Alex. What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I just wanna know if you’re already in bed.”

“Well, I am going now.”

“Oh okay. So…good night then.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Then he hung up.

The next day, it was my 13th birthday! I didn’t get many presents, but I appreciate it. But I didn’t expect any presents from Alex. He asked me to come to his house at 7 p.m that night. Alex led me to his bedroom.

“Umm….happy birthday,” he said, after he closed the door behind him.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Sorry I can’t give you much but…I hope this is enough,” Alex got out a red rose and gave it to me.

I took it from his hands.

“Can I say something to you?” asked Alex.

“Okay.”

He held my right hand and kissed it, “I love you, Z****.”

“Come again?”

“I love you. I’m sorry, I should’ve said that earlier, but-”

I put my finger on his lips before he said another word.

“I love you too, Alex.”

He smiled and kissed me right away.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“Yeah, I will.”

I’ll never let Alex go because I love him so much. He means everything to me and I care deeply for him. I can’t live without you, Alex. I’ll always love you…

(Screen) Name: Red

It was finally Friday afternoon, and I impatiently left the flight line for the barracks to shower up and exchange uniform for “civvies”. I had a date and was in a hurry to see the gate of Homestead AFB in the rear view mirror. As I drove out, it occurred to me that the warzone mentality had begun dimming fast and being back in the “world” was becoming normal and accepted, as if I were entitled once again to be an American in America. “… strange thing to feel” I thought to myself, even though I knew this is a common mental transition for GI’s returning stateside. Anyway, “enough of that,” I mused as I pointed my Olds north toward Cutler Ridge.

We had already dated a few times, more reluctant each time to part company and go our own ways in our own routine lives, and then ever more anxious to rejoin each other’s company. For me the prospect of being with her was becoming constantly more exciting and essential but, warm and friendly as she was toward me, her reserved nature was difficult to read, and I was not so sure my growing feelings were matched. I felt tentative, thinly cloaking my desire for this beautiful, exotic woman who had allowed me such enjoyable time over the last few weeks. Or was it days? Time had flown until I could not tell by my own instincts how long or short this new relationship actually had been so far.

The balmy south Florida July evening had passed too quickly, and we hesitated at her apartment door, unwilling to allow it to be finished. I kissed her, dreading the finality of this good-night gesture, when she drew back slightly and looked up at me. I saw an openness, almost a trust, in her face. “Would you like to come in for a while?” I don’t even recall the door unlocking and our stepping into her home. We were just suddenly next to each other, half facing on her couch, visiting. I don’t know how much time had passed when I realized quiet had fallen upon us and there was no more talk, just a silent gaze as if we had been taken to a different place and given a different way to speak, to connect without words.

I uncertainly reached for her, and she let me. Then, taking her into my arms, I softly found her lips and felt the warm return of her kiss. A new passion was rising as we embraced and tasted each other like we hadn’t before. Kisses grew deeper and longer, and we consumed every second of new discovery. Her arms encircled me and her hand caressed my neck as we shifted to hold each other closer. Her body seemed to invite my hand, slowly exploring her side and then discovering the rise of her breast under the fabric of her blouse. She moved slightly away, not evading my advance, but loosening our embrace to whisper, “Not here. Come with me.” Her face seemed to show an intention, a decision. Holding my hand in hers, she led me across the apartment, through a doorway, into her bedroom. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might actually be visible under my shirt. I was disarmed, surprised, apprehensive. I wanted this woman, and had wanted her from the first time I had laid eyes upon her, but what if I turned out to be less than what she expected, whatever that might be? My mind was racing. “How can I be polite and respectful, yet take her body to mine? How do I please her? This is it – the moment I desired, yet the moment I feared. “ I so want to be her lover!” Then I saw that my own apprehension didn’t matter. I could see it in her face; the decision had been made already, calmly and deliberately, by this dark, beautiful, mysterious woman. I didn’t deserve her, but nothing could have dragged me from that room in that moment.

The curtains were drawn back from the bedroom’s glass wall, its terrace washed by the full moon. We could see the world, but it could not see us, two lovers in the midst of a secret, intimate place of our own. Standing next to her bed, she gently circled her arms around me and raised her face to meet my kiss, a long delicious open-mouthed joining of lips and tongues. Her taste and voluptuousness captured me and I wanted to bring her body to me. We kissed again, hard and long, and my hands gathered the hem of her blouse, a sailor style jumper that I began to draw up over her head. She allowed the blouse to slide off her body and reveal her lace brassiere. My hand found her breast under the bra, and she stepped back. I was afraid I had gone too far too eagerly, but then her hands began to slowly unbutton my shirt while she drew me to the bed. Her face confirmed she had made me her choice, her decision, and while I sat on its edge she stepped back and seductively glided her slacks over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. She stood between me and the glass wall, the grey-blue moonlight silhouetting her sexual feminine outline as she moved to her dresser, and I could make out her tender breasts being freed from the bra. She pulled a sheer hip-length negligee from the drawer, donning it, and turning back to me. I had undressed but didn’t even remember doing it, shyly waiting, disrobed, in the semi-darkness. Her arms were around me again as we drank each other’s lips in a deep wet kiss. I banished the nightie from her body and tenderly held her as we both moved onto the bed, my fingers curling into the top of her lace panties and gliding them down the course of her long smooth legs and off her feet.

The combined light of the moonlit sky above and the city below faintly entered the bedroom, casting a dim patina over the dusky curves of her body. Relaxed and vulnerable, she unabashedly gifted me with the visual beauty of her slender form, nothing obstructing the space between our exposed nakedness. Modest inviting breasts rose and fell with her breath, nipples firmly swelling from russet coronas. Her sensuous body was half hidden in the shadows of the night, but I could make out her shape, bronze in the darkness, down to her angular pelvic jut framing a tousled black triangle at the summit of her converging thighs. She was breathtaking, absolutely beautiful, unashamedly feeding my eyes and senses as she lay on her back in the faint silvery light, arms comfortably askew across the smooth bedcovers, legs slightly apart. I came to her on the bed, and my heartbeat quickened even more as I brought my body over hers. My hand lightly explored her, finding the soft fleshy rise of her breasts and fondling their rigid dark nipples, closing my fingers around one, then the other. My other hand combed through her long black hair spread out on the sheets. Our lips brushed briefly and I buried my face in the sensual refuge of her neck and shoulder, pressing my body intimately along hers. She shifted to meet me as I pressed forward, and I felt her body awaken to the discovery of my invading presence, emotionally rising under me as if transforming from a person alone to a person joined. We explored with intimate harmony, a deep gentle enveloping dance, savoring the erogenous fusion of our bodies. She grasped me tightly, fingers kneading into my back and shoulders as I nested my face in her throat, kissing and delicately biting her neck. Strokes became thrusts and breathing became gasping as the excitement of our singular conjoined body rose to a driving, back-arching, crescendo.

In each other’s arms, we drifted into deep sleep, the tropical breeze entering the open glass door and caressing our spent, uncovered bodies; but then we awoke and made love again, and then again, and then again, all night. We were two insatiable lovers, immersed in pleasure never to depart our memory, never to leave our consciousness, an inaugurating signpost of a special indelible bond.

In the early morning light I gazed upon the bare, curving back and hip of the sleeping beauty at my side, and I pondered. There had been romantic encounters in my life, some regrettable in their random impermanence; one or two that had tender meaning. Maybe her story was similar. The thought caused me to suddenly realize that two people who had yet to know each other had taken the deepest of plunges. I didn’t know what it all was to mean, but something had happened this night that extinguished all the holds of the past.

I don’t think either of us had expected more than an interlude, a joining for a moment of two people who liked each other very much. These were strange times marked by painful changes in life and society, combined with a bloody war that abandoned its heroes and tore at the nation’s soul; and it seemed reasonable not to wait on the gifts of pleasure or solace or refuge, reasonable to ban our loneliness in the fear of a tomorrow too far. Maybe this was one of those times. Maybe this woman and I would get up from here and move on, leaving our night behind. But, deep down, I knew a corner had been turned in my life that was yet to be fully comprehended. I knew that this night would never leave my soul. This would never surrender its niche in my memory.

In the early morning light, I gaze upon the sleeping woman in my bed, and I understand, these many years later, the story she and I hurried to begin that night. Since that first erotic dance we have loved wildly and passionately, quietly and reticently, in joy and in sorrow. Our relationship sometimes stretched thin, but came back each time stronger, tempered by good times and bad. We have grown in experience and satisfaction, learning more each time what giving means. We are today no less passionate, much more mature, more satisfying lovers; but there is only one first time, and the tender arousal and excitement of our youth that Florida night is etched indelibly in our interwoven soul, the beginning of a forever love sought by many, captured by few; the beginning of a story worth telling.

I graze her lightly with my fingertips. She awakens, and we love.

(Screen) Name: Jack Dominic

I met him online we started off as friends along the way we became lovers a new yorker by the name of malik and a california girl by the name of jade we relate but i find myself hurting and being without him he said he would save up to see me and im waiting I hope I can see him soon.I dont think i can live another day without him

(Screen) Name: lovesickteen1992

it was me and this gorgeous boy called james i loved him so much he ment the wold to me he really did we went out for at least three mounths then we broke up my heart was gone i couldent breath the one thinng i truly loved the most was no longer by my side a couple of days later he found a new girl i was at school at the time and i was looking round and then i looked over to what seemed to be a girl kissing my james i wanted to cry so much i couldent move i was so broken hearted i tryed to keep it inside but it found its way out i ran to the toilets at school and cryed till i couldent cry anymore james and his new girlfriend taylor spent at least two mounths together when they broke up i started to talk to him again we got close i mean pritty close then we started to feel love for each other again i mean i was younger but we maid it work and then we started going out i felt like the luckyist girl in the worl my boy was back wear he was sposse to be with me and i was determined to keep it that way!!

(Screen) Name: love story