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Creatively
You worked your art
You spun a web
Around my heart
How beautifully
Your deeds have spread
Each intricately
Woven thread
With strands of care
You dried my tears
Your gentleness
Dispelled my fears
Your wisdom
Helped me understand
And patiently
You held my hand
To give me courage
To brave the storm
With kindness
You have kept me warm
Your passion
Lit a glowing fire
That filled my soul
With sweet desire
You're all
That I was dreaming of
For the web you spun
Was made of love

Copyright by Written and owned by Sherri Deskins

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You make me feel special,
You make me feel new,
You make me feel loved,
With everything you do.

You hold me close when I am sad.
You wipe the tears from my face.
Every time we are together,
It seems like the perfect place.

My eyes light up when you enter a room.
I smile when we are together.
No matter how bad things are,
You always make them better.

I love the way you kiss me,
The way you hold me tight.
I love the way you touch me,
I could be with you all night.

I love the way you can make me laugh
For absolutely no reason at all.
I love how no matter what I do,
You will be there to catch me when I fall.

I just want you to know,
That even though we sometimes fight,
I will always love you!
No matter what, day or night.

Copyright by Amanda Standridge

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I love your dark eyes,
And your curly hair,
I love your smile,
And the way that you care.

I love your deep kisses,
I love your soft touch,
I love you, I love you,
I love you so much.

Copyright by Christin C.

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On Saturday I gave my wife what I thought was going to be an erotic massage. She's been really tense lately and her shoulders have been giving her a lot of pain. Once the kids were unconscious I locked the door and put on the Potion CD. The wife favors cinnamon candles and jasmine scented oil so I got those ready. I had her disrobe and lay down on her stomach. I applied a fair amount of oil to her and started at her lower back, working my way up slowly kneading my up with my thumbs while spreading my fingers. I spent a few minutes on her individual shoulders, rotating her arms and working out the tense points in her muscles.

From there I worked my back down to her lower back where I applied more oil before working on her ass. I took my time squeezing my way down, pressing her sides and stroking my way around her hip muscles. With light chopping I started working my way up and down her legs. I gave her feet individual attention, raising her ankles and loosening out the joints in her ankles before giving her feet a dual rub. I chopped my way back up to her back and I was about to start giving her a head massage when she let out a giant snore. I didn't have the heart to wake her up so I gave her a warm towel drying and covered her up for the night.

Today's lesson: Focus more on the erotic, and a little less on the massage.

Copyright By drblackjack

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First time posting a story on here. Apologize for my grammar. Will try keep it short and sweet.

A little bit of background. I am a foreigner working in China and been staying here for quite a while. As those who have been to China would know, as a foreigner, you get a lot of attentions from the locals. A lot of women are interested and easily attracted. Finding a date within your social circle or workplace is easy and same goes for picking up girls at the bars / clubs (if not easier).

I am not boasting but I have had sex with more than thirty locals since the time I have been here. The girls are nice and sweet but really lack skills in bed. To make it worse, they are also often not willing to try out new things other than the customary missionary position and a few minutes of sex (which they are so used to!!). However, once in a while you come across a gem which gives you a real GFE.

Now to the story. I live and work in, what they call it, a 2nd tier city in China with a population of 14 million! My chinese is at conversational level so it makes it so much more easy to find freebies for NSA action. In March, I was discovered a feature in one of the local iphone apps where you could 'look around' and see who else was nearby. I used this app for a while and soon started getting messages from curious strangers. Several of them happened to be from girls.

I responded to a few of them but got few replies (I was responding in English — I cant write Chinese). One of the girls replied and we had a small text conversation using this app. It was late in the afternoon about 5pm or so and she was out with friends having dinner. I tried my luck and asked her if she wanted to have a glass of wine back at my place. Strangely enough she said she would come over at about 8. I didnt really believe that she would really come. She told me that she was 22 years old and working in this city for the last one year. I left her my number and asked her to call before coming over.

Strangely enough she called me little past 8 and said she was nearby. I gave her the exact details and after 10 minutes she was up in my room. At first it was a bit weird for me as I didnt really know what to make of it. I made some small chat and she was surprised with my Chinese ability. Had a few glasses of wine...and then I made the move. But this is not the main story. Yes of course we had sex. I was surprised as to how open she was in bed. Previously she had only bf who couldnt do much in bed with her. She stayed with me that night and left next morning.

We kept in contact through the same app but didnt have a chance to meet again. In between those conversations, I asked her if she knew about threesomes. She had no clue but was very curious. I told she could enjoy sex with two guys at the same time and it would be great. At first she didnt want to do it but later I sent her some pics and that got her real excited. Finally she agreed to try it out. Personally, I am quite average sized and not thick — but it does the job. So I put an ad on CL (yes china has CL) asking if any guy wanted to join in for 3some. I got a few replies but nothing great. At last a nice looking American guy sent his pics. He was studying Mandarin in the city, 29 years old, tall and with a huge package. I got in touch with the guy through messenger and he was very interested to join in.

Later I forwarded the guys pics to her and she agreed to meet on a weekend. I worked out the details with the guy and offered to book a hotel room instead of staying home. I met him outside the hotel on Saturday at about 2pm. We had a small talk and I told him I preferd to watch and would join in later. He went up to the room while I waited for her. She came over in a taxi about 15 mins later. The weather was quite cool and she had a dress on with shoes and black silk stockings. Nothing out of the world but still looked good on a nice tight body.

I took her over to the room where the guy funnily enough had left the door completely open! We walked in and exchanged greetings. Both of us could speak Chinese so that eased her nerves. I had brought along a couple of bottles of wine and some orange juice for her. We made some small talk and both of us were drinking wine while she had her juice. It was a good 30 mins until things seem to get stuck.

Finally, the guy said he wanted to take a shower and excused himself. After he went to wash, I asked her if she was ready for it. She nervous said yes but didnt know how to go on. I told her to undress and get under the sheets! She removed her shoes, followed by her dress and the stockings. She wanted to leave her undies but I asked her to get rid of them. Once naked, she jumped on the bed and under the sheets. I sat next to her playing with her tits and waited…

After about 10 mins or so the guy came out of the shower. He was barely covered in a towel and tshirt. I told him hey here is a little surprise for you. He got over to the bed and sat next to her. She felt too shy and wanted to hide her face. The guy pulled the sheet from the bottom of the bed and started to massage her thighs. She was already quite turned on and moaning. Immediately he slipped his finger in and she was dripping wet. He fingered her good and in the meantime I removed my shorts and have her suck me. This went on for a while and I asked the guy if he was ready. Finally he got rid of his towel and she almost screamed look at his big thick cock. It was at least 8 or 9 inches and thick. I am sure she had never seen anything like that. Even I had never seen that size in person!

The moment he entered her she screamed..very loud. This was a lousy little hotel and I was worried her screams would cause serious trouble. I told both of them to take it easy. The guy took her in missionary position at first. Due to his size and her tiny pussy he could only got 3/4th of the way in. She was moaning and he kept going on. He turned her over for got her doggy style. She could hardly take anymore of him. He gave her a hard pounding and came with a loud groan. And then it was my turn. I took my time and did her in the doggy position. Even after taking the big dick, she was still very tight and I came soon.

After that we lieing on the bed, talking, drinking wine. I wont go all with all the details because it would make it really long. We fucked about 2 more times. The best sight was his cock in her mouth as it really stretched her little lips. Just like that, it was late in the evening. The guy said he had to go and would be back later. After he left, I fucked her a couple of more times. She was much more active with me as she really couldnt handle the big size of the other guy.

Later I told her if she wanted to stay back and wait for him ( I wanted to leave). She refused and we finally left at about 9. I texted the guy to let him know that we were leaving. He thanked me for the great time. I havent seen her since the threesome but we still keep in contact. I might setup another threesome soon for a lucky guy in the city.

Below are some pics from that day. As you can see, the hotel room was crappy and she was not very keen on the pics so I had to take them quickly. I might add more stories if it doesnt gets too boring for all of you.

Copyright By nanyang

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We haven’t always envied clerks and stockers at the Big Box store. Now we chat with Carl in appliances or listen to Edith at register 6 and we dream of following them home for a hot dog dinner and a night with the TV. A night in the family room. A porch. Dad says we’ll stop running soon, find a house, get back to school. For now, we move from Box to Box and camp. Did you know you can spend a day in one of these places and never use a credit card or leave behind a fingerprint? Never dawdle. Walk with purpose. Of course, we’re on surveillance tapes, but not together, and if there’s no reason to look at them, there’s no reason to panic, Dad says. Makes sense, but couldn’t they spot us when they’re looking for something else? I’m so happy sometimes I smile at the cameras and wave. Whatever Mom says, I wasn’t abducted, and I’m not missing if I’m with Dad, she is. I gather the food. I’m pretty inventive. We don’t eat bait or dog food, but I know which kinds can make you sick. On the plus side, a lot of balanced nutrition will fit in your pocket. Luckily it’s summer, so the stores have tents set up with sleeping bags, camp stoves, cots. We hide in the tent while they close up and come out when they’re gone to shop for clothes or “look at the stars.” If there are motion detectors, we let loose the parakeets. Two false alarms and the cops stop responding. Then we cook and talk and pretend we live somewhere. There’s nothing more delicious than a stolen, well, anything. And there’s plenty of TVs in electronics. Just, no porches, and never the same place twice.

Copyright by David Hodges

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This story happened 3 years ago. I am the type of guy who chases summer; I enjoy surfing and partying with my college buddies, Chuck, Eve, Christine and Henry. Eve was my first love we share the same interest and we seldom quarrel, that made us last for 2 years. We never really broke up, I never heard from her again the time she went to London with her parents. I waited for her for three months, hoping that she’ll come back or at least call me but a news came that she married a guy that her parents wanted for her. I couldn’t believe what I heard, I don’t know how to continue my life without her — I even thought of committing suicide but Christine came to the rescue. She was there for me when I felt helpless and miserable, she helped me get back up on my feet again and most of all she taught me how to love again. At first, I wasn’t really in love with her, I just felt sorry for her because she hadn’t given up on me for 5 long months but the time she told me how long she waited for me, I was greatly moved — I hugged her for a long2x time and promised to repay her with my newly fixed heart. I learned to love her and cherish each moment that we’re together. We’ve been dating for a year and I thought that I should take our relationship to the next level so i proposed to her, she was so dramatic and made her look even more beautiful. 2 months after the engagement I received a call from Henry and Chuck — my college buddies. They suggested that it would be nice if we have a reunion before the wedding, Christine agreed to the idea. The reunion was in Hawaii — a total beach paradise it reminded me of my surfing and partying days. The second day, my life was turned upside down — Eve arrived. I didn’t know what to think, I was speechless. Chuck and Henry looked at each other and I can even read their mind they’re saying — Uh oh, this is bad!.. Eve smiled at me and greeted me, before I can even say anything (or not) Christine held on me and told her about our engagement, Christine was trying to act cool and friendly but I can feel her fear. The next day, I finally came back to my senses. Eve and I got a chance to talk. She asked me how my life was and my relationship with Christine, I answered her boastfully bragging about Christine and she said that she was happy for me — her response hurt me in a way I can’t understand, maybe I want to hear her beg me to take her again. It was my time to ask, I asked her how her married life was, then she looked at me with confusion seen on her face. “Married?! I was never married!” — Her reply shocked me. I told her everything I knew how she married the guy and how her parents approved of it, she laughed upon hearing about it. She told me that her parents did arrange someone for her but she objected and ran away because she loves me — she started to cry when she uttered the words “I love you” to me, then I held her tight and tears fell down my cheeks, I felt the scent and the warmth again that I longed for so long. “Are we really going our separate ways?” she asked in a low voice, that question pierced through me and I remained silent. We head back to the resort, Christine hugged me and Eve walked away. Even though I’m wrapped in Christine’s arms my eyes were following Eve. Christine is not dumb she knows what’s going on but she acts like nothing is going on — I know she’s hurt and I couldn’t bear see her like that, I asked her if something’s bothering her and she replied that she’s fine and forced a smile, I smile back and faced the other side of the bed — then she held me tightly and started to cry, she told me that’s she’s scared of loosing me. I faced her and held her until she fell asleep, she looked pale and sad, I asked myself if I really love her or am I still in love with Eve. All of us partied the next night, I asked Christine to dance with me but she had to pick up a phone call, Eve showed up and we danced. Eve looked so beautiful and memories of us flooded my mind — we kissed. The time I opened my eyes I saw Christine, she was staring at us with tears in her eyes, I attempted to go over to her but she ran away. Eve, apologized and walked away leaving me alone and confuse, I slept on chucks room that night I don’t have the guts to show my face to Christine. Chuck woke me up at 6:30 in the morning, he told me that I had to make a choice — if I choose Christine, Eve will be gone for good and if i choose Eve, Christine’s gone. It horrified me, honestly, my first choice was Eve as i was running to see her on the beach, I thought of Christine and i felt a big lost in my heart, I stopped halfway on where I’m suppose to go. I turned back and ran as fast I could — I realized that I love Christine more. I went back to chuck, he gave me Christine’s engagement ring she asked him to give it back to me, Christine left. I arrived at the airport just in time her flight number was called. “How long are you going to keep running away from me?” I asked her. She turned back and I hugged her tightly. She asked so many questions about Eve but I silenced her the time I knelt and proposed to her again. Now we are happily married and we have a son named Cody.

Copyright by Story Teller777

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I was fifteen when I met Akira. He was sixteen at the time. I remember the day perfectly. I was sitting in fourth period History when my guidance counselor came knocking at the door. After my teacher let her in, she took a deep breath and said “Here is your new student, Akira Zhang. I expect you will treat him with the utmost respect,” and left. At least that’s what I think happened. I was too busy staring at Akira like every other girl in class. He was in a word, beautiful. He was six foot three and his body was absolutely perfect- muscled but not too much. You could see his six pack through his shirt! His face was perfect too. His hair was long and black and straight and silky. His eyes were a fantastic color that changed every minute from melty gold to light sexy green to darker emerald with mahogany hues. They were framed with long dark lashes. His eyes look slightly Asian in their shape. His skin was perfect and smooth and had an amazing Mediterranean tan. However, he looked detached, emotionless like a beautiful statue and it bothered me. He said nothing. My teacher gave him an empty seat in the back of the class. It was sorta close to my seat. He ended up next to Violet Sanders. She was the most beautiful girl in school. She was mean and pretty and rich and got whatever she wanted. Very cliche but still very true. Her hair was long and blonde like Blake Lively and had the perfect beachy waves. Her skin was tan and her eyes were ocean blue. He didn’t react to her beauty when he saw her. That threw her off. She looked flustered by his apathy. He sat down, still having said nothing. My teacher, Mr.Hudson passed out our assignment. We had to read a “diary entry” of a Muslim girl and try to make a list of assumptions about Islam based on the passage. A few moments later, for the first time, Akira spoke. He raised his hand and said “I don’t understand.” Mr.Hudson countered with “What is not to understand?” Akira replied that he couldn’t understand why they were doing the assignment. Mr.Hudson said that it was to learn about Islam. Akira countered that we wouldn’t learn anything by making even more assumptions about Islam than we already do in America. That caused Mr.Hudson to collect all the passages up and he left the class, red in the face, claiming to go to the bathroom. We all knew that he was just leaving to have a shot of tequila in the Attendance Office with Mr.Berkeley. Akira just sat there and pulled out a book that, to my surprise was in Japanese. I’m fluent and literate in Brazilian Portugese, Italian, Filipino, and Farsi (my native languages) but I also knew Japanese, Okinowan, Chinese, Cantonese, English, Spanish, Classical Arabic, German, and French (I study languages in my spare time) so I knew what he was reading. I took a slip of paper and wrote “Where did you move from?” in Japanese. I got it passed to him. Upon receiving it, he looked at it and put it in his pocket without looking at me. A week passed. It turned out that Violet wanted him and was trying her hardest and failing. During lunch, I saw him. He walked up to my table and handed me a small slip of paper, gave me a blank stare, and left. It was the same one I gave him last week. It said “I was born in Hawaii but I was raised in Japan and the Philippines” in Japanese. After that, communication ceased. We never talked. Ever. But then, a few months later we were paired up for a research project in Science. This meant we had to work outside of school. We met up at my house, never straying from the project. One day, I asked “Why are you so quiet?” I had no place asking considering how shy I was. He said “There is no one I wish to talk to. I’ve had it with that blonde girl always bugging me.” ”But still, you’re so quiet. Don’t you get bored?” ”Well, it’s okay talking to you, I guess.” ”Awww. You like me? That’s so sweet!” I gushed sarcastically. ”I guess,” he said. From then on, we hung out a lot. I started to fall in love with him. Before I knew it, I was head over heels. Despite his cool exterior, he was really a emotional person. His father was a rich man. He owned a large seafood market in Japan and the Philippines. His father was a Japanese man and his mother was a half Greek, half Spanish woman. The marriage was arranged for money reasons. When Akira was twelve, his little sisters and himself became stranded in India. They wandered for three years before being found and lived in the Slums, having to protect his sisters from pimps. The day they returned home, Akira’s father beat him with a tree branch, screaming at him for being stupid enough to get lost for three years. His angry father sent Akira and his sisters to live in America where Akira would be their primary, emancipated caregiver to teach him “responsibility.” He had suffered so much and I was his only friend. I didn’t think he liked me though. I was ugly. And boring. One day, at my house we were hanging out when I boldly asked, “Chibi,” (I had nicknamed him that- It was the Japanese word for “cute”- he hated it) “Have you ever been in love?” He looked unaffected. ”Yes,” he replied quietly. ”Are you currently in love with her?” I inquired. Again, he replied “yes.” My heart sank. He loved another. Why would he love me? I was certainly nothing special. ”Is she pretty?” ”No, she is beautiful.” Of course. I knew she would be. ”What is she like?” I inquired further, my heart breaking more with each breath. ”Well, she is very intelligent- she knows a lot of languages. Her favorite flowers are orchids, hibiscus, and calla lilies. She loves Nutella on whole wheat bread and is obsessed with eating it every morning. She likes to draw. She hates to clean and isn’t a fan of Popsicles.” Wow, she was a lot like me. Before I could put the pieces together, he cradled my face in his strong yet soft hands. He looked into my eyes with more emotion than I’d ever seen him express. He whispered, inches from my face, “I love you.” I was shocked and in a blind moment, I reached up and kissed him. My first kiss. His lips were warm and soft. It didn’t last long. I pulled away, my blindness gone. My cheeks felt flushed. I whispered “I love you too.” He pulled me back to him and we kissed for a long while. Before I knew it, his shirt was one the ground and mine was working its way there. I yearned for his body and warmth and love. I was a virgin now. Maybe soon I wouldn’t be. I suddenly stopped. I pushed him away. My family would be home soon. I was already in an arranged marriage. I couldn’t do this. He looked confused. I made him leave. He asked what was wrong but I kept refusing to tell him. He eventually left. I stalked up to my room and cried. I loved him but I was in an arranged marriage. I was sixteen and I couldn’t make my own decisions. A few months later, my cousin Aliana was in the hospital after attempting suicide. She was in a coma. She might not wake up. It was too much. We had played together as kids and we talked and hung out a lot. She was my best friend-the only person I’d told about Akira. I hadn’t expected this. I went home from the hospital while everyone else stayed. I took a cleansing shower and exfoliated and used my face mask. After I got out, I waxed my legs and treated my hair so it was silky and shiny down my back. I liked to make myself over when stressed despite how little makeup I wore, if any. I thought of Akira. I missed him. I wanted to talk to him. I still loved him. Suddenly I got an idea. I fished through my drawers for my favorite nightgown. It was made of white silk and was short to my mid thighs. I combed my hair and curled my eyelashes. I needed him so much. I slipped on some slide-on shoes and started to walk to his house. It was really close to mine but you could never tell with all the Carolina Countryside in the way. When I got there, he was out front in his pajamas, thinking. I suddenly lost my bravery and started to walk away but then he saw me. He got up and walked toward me. I remained frozen. ”Why are you here?” he asked coolly. ”Akira, I love you. I’m so sorry about what happened. I was so scared and I just couldn’t handle it. I’m really in love with you.” My voice cracked on the last word and my eyes were welled with tears by the time I was done talking. His face had softened. ”It’s okay. Don’t cry,” he said softly. We looked up at each other, holding eye contact. Suddenly, we kissed passionately. I felt his yearning and love and he felt mine. He carried me to his room. He sat me gently on the bed and we kept kissing with more passion as time passed. His hands moved to my shoulders and pulled down the straps. The gown was at my hips and he gently pulled it off and dropped it on the ground. Next he started to take off my panties. I had worn a lacy pair for tonight. Once again, they too were on the floor. Next, we kissed again and I was on my back underneath him. I pulled off his shirt and ran my hands over his strong back. He then stood up and took off his sleeping pants and silk boxers. He looked so beautiful like that, naked. I was speechless. He moved back onto the bed and we wrapped our arms around each other. His bare skin felt so good against mine. I liked running my hands over him and feeling the muscles as well as his smooth, warm, perfect skin. I could feel his heartbeat. I loved how gentle he was. I laid down so I was again on my back underneath him as opposed to sitting up. He got on top of me. I moved my hands onto his back. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and touched, and touched again. All of a sudden, I felt nervous. I had never made love before. It could be painful. When that came around, I was so excited but so nervous. He rubbed my back and was about to do it when I said softly, “I’m a virgin.” He paused. ”Do you want to wait?” he asked gently. ”No,” I whispered. He could see I was nervous. “Are you sure?” ”Uh-huh.” ”It might hurt.” ”Okay,” I said. He pushed inside me gently. The first thrust didn’t hurt like I expected. He looked at my face for “okay” to do it again. I nodded. He thrusted in again. He felt so warm inside me. Oh, it felt so good. He thrusted faster and I panted more and it felt better each time. I felt something amazing coming but I had no idea as to what it was. I dug my nails into his hips and he pushed harder. I moaned. He whispered my name. But then, it happened. I felt like, the stars had aligned and made Akira and I a whole entity. I knew he had one too because I had never seen that look on his face before. We kept going and aligned to stars again. After that, I felt so tired. I fell asleep in his bed. I woke up on his bare chest. He awoke when I did and said “Maybe you should get some more sleep. I love you,” and kissed me lightly. ”Okay. I love you too,” I whispered. I fell asleep in time to see Akira getting out of bed. I awoke a couple hours later but I was alone. It was ten o’ clock in the morning. Akira was gone, nowhere to be found. I waited for him for a couple hours but still no show. His sisters were gone for the week, visiting his parents but he wasn’t allowed to come. I started to freak out. He left me after making love to me. I started to cry. I was all alone now. I had no one else, not even my family. After all, they did arrange this betrothment to some guy. My only supporter was in the hospital. I cried more. I left. I stayed in my room and cried all day. I felt so hurt. He called me and I wouldn’t answer. The next week, he approached me in school. I refused to talk to him. A couple weeks passed and he finally got the message. One day, I was sitting in my room doing homework. I looked at my calendar and I saw my period week marked. It was last week. I still had not gotten it. Then it hit me, Akira and I didn’t use protection. That meant I could be pregnant. I got an at-home test to take- it was positive. This was bad, real bad. He didn’t even love me. I couldn’t abort though. I wanted to keep my baby. I was still avoiding Akira. I still loved him though. I felt so confused him. Even if he didn’t love me, he would love the baby, right? What if he ran or said the baby wasn’t his? Eventually a few months later, I decided to tell him. At school, the next day, I approached him. He said coolly, “What do you want?” ”I need to speak with you.” ”About what?” ”I can’t say it here. Meet me at the tree on the end of our street. Tonight.” ”Sure,” he said, irritated. When it came time, I chickened out. I was too scared. I stayed in my room the rest of the day and slept. I awoke in the middle of the night with a wierd feeling. I felt like someone was watching me. I saw a figure in the darkness. I was too scared to scream. ”Shhh,” he said. Oh my god! He’s a rapist. God help me! ”It’s me, Akira,” he said and stepped forward. It was him. Before I could ask why he was in my room at two in the morning, he said “Why did you want to talk to me today?” I didn’t know what to say. ”I um, I uh,” I stammered. This was too much. I felt my hormones kick in. I started to sob. He looked at me, confused. He sat on the bed and rubbed my back and said soothingly, “It can’t be that bad,”and wrapped his arms around me. ”Shhh,” he whispered and wiped a tear from my cheek. ”Akira, I-I’m, um,” I stuttered. ” You’re what?” he asked. ”I’m, uhhh, pregnant. I’m so sorry.” ”It’s okay,” he said. He said “We’ll get through this together. We love each other and we will be good parents to this baby. I love you and my unborn child more than life itself.” I was touched by his words. ”I love you too.” Telling my parents didn’t go very well. I ended up living in Akira’s house with his two little sisters. They were adorable and beautiful like tiny dolls. Reiko and Saki. Saki was outgoing while Reiko was shy. They were twins. Reiko and Saki both had large, round Asian eyes like apricots. Reiko had watery blue-grey eyes and silky straight jet black hair and creamy, milky skin. Saki had slighter darker, golden skin, toffee coloured ringlets and lovely, golden eyes. They were seven. They knew I was with their brother and they treated me so kindly. When the day came, I was in the hospital room. Akira’s family had taken a liking to me and allowed him back into the family and all of them were at the hospital. The contractions hurt. Bad. I was giving birth to my baby but then everything went black. I woke up, tired and sore. Akira was at my bedside. ”What happened?” I asked. ”You don’t remember?” he said, looking puzzled. ”No.” He called the doctor in. ”Oh it’s fine,” he said, “Many women experience bouts of amnesia in pregnancy and childbirth.” He looked relieved. ”What happened?” I asked again. ”Would you like to see?” said Akira. ”Okay.” He left for a moment and to my surprise came back with my mom. She was angry with me because of my pregnancy. They were each carrying something. Akira came over and asked if I wanted to see my babies. I was confused. He explained I had given birth to twins. I nodded. He handed me the bundle in his arms. ”Say hello to your mommy,” Akira cooed, so unlike him. It was a boy. His hair was straight like silk and jet black like Akira’s, they had the same eye shape and eyelashes but his were more gold in color like a tiger. My son’s skin was more olive with gold undertones like me. He had my ears and fingers and fine yet thick hair. He was beautiful. His lips and miniature nose were perfect. I loved him. The pain was completely worth it. I nourished him and cradled him in my womb. My mother walked over carrying my other child. ”Here,” she said smiling as she gave me the baby. I immediately loved her just like her brother. Her hair was silky, a soft charcoal black with red and brown in it like mine, thick, curly into ringlets and waves, with fine hair strands and lots of them just like me. Her skin was the same as her brother’s and mine. Her eyes were shaped like mine and large as apricots with long, black lashes fluttering out just like mine. Her eye color was even the same as me though it was much more beautiful on her- switching between a piercing, baby blue and midnight blue and violet. Her tiny nose and tiny, rosebud lips were perfect. Her cheeks were flaming with color. I was a pround, seventeen year old mother. I chose their names, Sean and Camilla. I nursed them for the first time. I felt so close to my babies, feeding them my own snow-coloured milk. We all lived with Akira close to his family and lived happily ever after.

Copyright by Harlequin Snow

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The curve of your hips
Is stuck in my mind
The taste of your lips
So sweet that I find
Myself lost in the thought
Of our next embrace
I see now I'm caught
Without even a chase

Copyright by Shawn Self

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One year of holding hands
One year of hugging,
One year of laughing,
One year of cuddling.

One year of loving
One year of kissing
One year of touching
One year of romancing.

One year of your love
One year of my love,
One year of our love
One year of true love.

Baby one year with you
Is a year of happiness,
A year of passion,
A year of joy,
A year blessed.

Copyright Melissa Joseph