Love
Belladonna
Two bodies, tangled in a desperate and steamy embrace, stumbled through the French patio doors of the impressive Baker family home. Mr Baker hastily loosened his tie between their breathless, hungry kisses as Irena quickly kicked off her stilettos. Mr Baker clasped his hands around Irena’s slight waist and lifted her to face him sitting on the kitchen countertop. Irena wrapped her long legs tight around Simon’s waist and pulled him in even closer, her hands lost in his tousled salt and pepper grey hair. One hand holding her face to his, and the other sliding up her thigh and vanishing under her skirt, Simon Baker was like a famished lion about to devour its prey. Whatever Simon was doing under her skirt made Irena gasp and jerk her head back, which she followed with a devilish giggle and said, “Are you sure this is what you want, Simon?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He replied, his eyes locked onto hers.
By Paige Sharman 5 years ago in Fiction
Working on the Outside
My eyes open to darkness. The room is cold. It’s time to get up. It’s five-thirty. The phone sings a chipper tune. I do not feel chipper. I make coffee and head to the shower. An hour later I am driving, the lights of passing cars are bright in the gloaming. “Luis,” I say outloud to myself. It’s pronounced ‘leui-eece’. “Leui-weece, rhymes with Greece”. I say this a few times to myself. I’ve never said it to him, but I don’t want to get it wrong, should I get the chance. Or courage, I admit to myself; should I get the courage.
By Mark Christian5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
To Jon, when he first kissed Carolyn, it felt like a melting kiss. A really amazing kiss, he couldn’t resist. Jon tried explaining his situation with love by telling his story of meeting the girl he gave into and describing it being very special and meaningful. Jon describes making love to Carolyn, comparing it to “milk and honey becoming one fluid.” Jon seemed thrilled to have this child, because he would be a father and keep his job as mentioned in the story. Mr. Delacourt’s brother, who is the minister, had married Jon and Carolyn, and Jon was very happy. For Jon, it was considered to be “the best day of their lives so far,” as in a chapter to a new beginning, basically. It seems as if Jon, at the beginning, is more excited to be a father compared to Carolyn. Carolyn seems a bit nervous at first. It seems like Jon is willing to give his all to Carolyn and support her while being pregnant. Carolyn seems to be stubborn at first, and it seems as though as if she wants to be independent with her baby. Jon seems to be more in love with Carolyn, than Carolyn with Jon. It is very obvious that Jon has strong feelings for Carolyn because he says that he wants to be able to express how he truly feels about her and to be able to call her “honey” without feeling shame. Jon loves Carolyn because he is willing to prove to Carolyn that he loves her, in which Carolyn asks Jon to prove his love to her.
By Patty Luvver5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
Get up. If you hurry, there is a knife ready to end all of this. You know you want to. You know you want to give yourself peace. Come to me and share a life without guilt. Share a life without any of the hurt you cause daily. You’re just being selfish. Reach for it. End it. You are nothing here but you are everything to me.
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
I wake up on the couch and see a text from Jerry. He had to go into town for something and would be back in a couple of hours. I wish I didn’t miss him. All I wanted, these past few days, was him close to me. I can’t shake this drowsiness for some reason. I stumble into the kitchen to get a drink of coffee and I pray to the Gods that it does the trick. I stand by the window and look at the barn in the back. How the hell did I get in there and what the hell is going on? Everything feels so real to me but I must be dreaming.
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
After the funeral, we finally get things squared away and called the movers. Terry will be heading back to the house to get things prepared for them. “Now, just stay here and relax baby. If there is anything you need, just take the truck to town and grab whatever you need. I will be back in a day or two. I just need to explain to them what to pack up and how to get here.” He says, his eyes showing me that this is hard on him. We have never been apart for too long, until now.
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Fiction
Pear Tree.
It started off with just a simple my friend has a crush on you. The air full of sunlight and roses blooming. She then turned and looked and had love at first sight. He was so cute. She said she liked him waited for him to say something, then walked away. He just sat there starring with shyness on his gym spot on the floor in middle school. He was silent and she was silent. She rose was like a pear tree virgin and child. So much innocence in the child and barley speaks. She's just a rose silent and waiting to be given or taken. She then moved away and always thought about him, this crush. She always had in her mind she had to find him, It was like the wind was calling her to him almost. She slept all her days and always made sure she was ready to attract any insects around outside. He was never to be found so she always slept and hid away in her room. She had moved so far from him when she was about to be so close to him on 241st. But my mom picked Crotona avenue. The worst mistake she could have ever have done. Rose then finds herself with neighbors who are enemies. The same neighbors she had on gunhill. How could my mother have moved next to the same family that bullied you and daddy? Her neighbors the women were always mad at her and talking gossip about her always. But rose knew they were just jealous of her so she keeps walking with pride and confidence. Her neighbors like to put her down alot and like to throw voodoo and piss at her, or try to jump her. Trying to run her over. They laughed at her when she was a virgin waiting for marriage. They laughed and said where is your god? I'm crying now because it is true where is my god? Where is my marriage? Where is all those dreams of mines that I have talked to god about all these years. I had a girl living in my hosue trying to sell me into prostution she told me I was lana del rey. Then left. She was apart of teh mafia and a girl group who was fucking her dream guy and said they would kill her for him. They did alot of stuff to her and he didnt want to talk to her anymore. Out of desperation she went with a guy who said they would buy her food shopping instead she got drugged up and used and sent back home in seziures in the same spot a rapper had poste din his music video. She wanted to get out of the car cus she said she thought she saw jospeh ran after her. the mad said oh no and screamed at her and rove off. Rose then became more suicidal it went from being rapped in her sleep to sexual harassment and then it was just like a child, tricking them into getting something and doing something else. Her innocence was then lost now and she was bleeding ever since her birthday. The man who took her said they were sharks she didnt understand it until now. Her marraige was then divorced due to division of pears. Jopseh should of never stolen her money she would not be with strangers looking for money, he pushed her away and then when he finally wanted her it was too late. She was taken and he was gone like blue jeans from lana del rey. Ever since she met him she has had alot of bad luck. He was first in place and had everything he could ever want from friendship to lover. But he ruined it by lying, stealing and all the game he played. Love is lost and he lost his baby. Long story short he pushed her into prostution and she lost her mind, because she loved him and planned her whole life with him. Every time she tried to talk to him he didnt want to hear it. She was flowers and he touched her with fire and she died. He put put her down so much she broke and felt so worthless for everyone to use her their was no point in anything she had no family no friends and she lost him and she could give her virginity to him because he waited 2years of knowing her to make his move. Now she doesnt believe in love and is for everyone and just rides like lana. She sits on her bed just thinking about everything and how this body and heart was only meant for you. But he could not see that she was a child, just take her she is looking at you and only you. But now shes looking at everyone and not you because you thought she was like every other women you came across. He was the worst she never had and doesnt want him back because it will kill her to suicide. Without him she will die so she stays alone. He messed up a love that was heaven sent it was never her fault she tried and he failed. His love is plain like coffee. She crys in her heart and screams for what he has done to her not to mention all the women trying to take her down that stand in a line all sharing him, ,but wont share him with her. He did the same thing her neighbors did to her in crotona and just like that love spilled into the snow like roseblood, she will never love again and learned alot about love, it doesnt exist.
By Fuck Pretty!!5 years ago in Fiction
George's Bakery
George…just George. What a George he was. He never knew a cake he didn’t like or cookie, for that matter. I knew George well. He was quite a tall, lanky, handsome fellow who loved to bake. Growing up and looking at him, I always thought that he would be a perfect mortician because he looked like Mr. Fletcher, the local one in town. Thin and bony he was too. Aren’t all morticians tall and spindly? Well, I thought they were. I shouldn’t have stereotyped him at all because he became a Baker! Well, I won’t tell you how I envisioned all Bakers. That will be my little secret. Again, I was wrong, thanks to George.
By Carol Eliassen5 years ago in Fiction
Parisian Café
Giselle sat at the small table in the Parisian café where she was waiting for her date to arrive. Jacques should be along any time now. Paris was a very busy city, as was Jacques, and it was quite possible he’d been held up by unforeseen events at work. At any rate, she was sure that he would be arriving shortly. He had promised her, after all, that tonight would be a very special first date for the two of them. They had been working together for a year now at the book store, but they had never been on an actual date before this evening.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
The case of Cockney shark
First of all, there's a list of words - look it over. And don't skip anything because if you think you will understand what your shark will be trying to tell you, well, I got news for you - ya won't! Second of all - be a well-rounded individual, ya know? Those sharks are wicked smart and you never know what they will be willing to discuss that day. Third.. uuuhh.. Bring soda. Yeah, soda! And DON'T STARE. 'Cos that's just impolite. Thank me later
By Salomé Saffiri5 years ago in Fiction
