LunarMaiden
@LunarMaiden
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Imagination
The one I gave my heart to returns home to me...says forgive me I was wrong immediately disarming me and we love each other deeply and are inseparable from that moment forth.
Damn you guys are quick. I've been working on mine for the past hour. LOL
I am walking in the warm Louisiana rain, holding hands with my lover. We are walking in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The light drizzle and warm climate almost feels like a caress against my skin. I can hear my heels clicking against the wet pavement.
The clouds open up dumping a heavy sheet of rain, we run for cover. I feel my low cut halter dress cling to my curves, the hem brushing my upper thighs. The outline of my breasts are visible, my nipples press against the thin fabric. My lover stops me abruptly and grabs me by the waist and pushes me against a building, we kiss passionately. His lips brush and suckle my neck. I feel my nails dig into his shoulders leaving an imprint in his wet shirt. As I feel my knees go weak, I hug his waist as an anchor, pressing my breasts against his chest. His pelvis moves against me; his right leg squeezing between my thighs. Just then, a noisy crowd spills out of one of the bars, followed by loud music and the smell of cigars. Hand in hand we run.
Making our way to the flat, he pulls the edge of my skirt as he climbs the stairs behind me to the apartment. I giggle, he smacks my fanny, I yelp. We both laugh. It's warm and dry when we enter the apartment, the air is thick, tension is building; our eyes meet and he pulls me closer. His lips slowly make their way toward mine, suddenly I twist out of his arms and run toward the French doors leading to the balcony. I push through the doors when my lover catches me and turns me to face him. We embrace and kiss, our lips and tongues dance a tango. I slip my hands underneath his collar to massage his neck. I gently kiss and nibble at his collar bone. I lift my leg and let my calf rest on his hip as I lean back against the balcony railing. I hear raindrops thumping along the rooftops then thunder as a bolt of lightening races across the sky.
My lover grabs my waist and lifts me until I am straddle him, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hands cradle my bottom, caressing me. His hand slides underneath my dress and discovers warm smooth skin and no panties. He smiles and enfolds me closer. I gently hold his face between my hands and press my lips to his and I whisper, "I want you." An intimate part of me pulses in anticipation. He carries me back inside, the rustic covers of the king bed are pulled back welcoming us home as we descend......LM
The clouds open up dumping a heavy sheet of rain, we run for cover. I feel my low cut halter dress cling to my curves, the hem brushing my upper thighs. The outline of my breasts are visible, my nipples press against the thin fabric. My lover stops me abruptly and grabs me by the waist and pushes me against a building, we kiss passionately. His lips brush and suckle my neck. I feel my nails dig into his shoulders leaving an imprint in his wet shirt. As I feel my knees go weak, I hug his waist as an anchor, pressing my breasts against his chest. His pelvis moves against me; his right leg squeezing between my thighs. Just then, a noisy crowd spills out of one of the bars, followed by loud music and the smell of cigars. Hand in hand we run.
Making our way to the flat, he pulls the edge of my skirt as he climbs the stairs behind me to the apartment. I giggle, he smacks my fanny, I yelp. We both laugh. It's warm and dry when we enter the apartment, the air is thick, tension is building; our eyes meet and he pulls me closer. His lips slowly make their way toward mine, suddenly I twist out of his arms and run toward the French doors leading to the balcony. I push through the doors when my lover catches me and turns me to face him. We embrace and kiss, our lips and tongues dance a tango. I slip my hands underneath his collar to massage his neck. I gently kiss and nibble at his collar bone. I lift my leg and let my calf rest on his hip as I lean back against the balcony railing. I hear raindrops thumping along the rooftops then thunder as a bolt of lightening races across the sky.
My lover grabs my waist and lifts me until I am straddle him, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hands cradle my bottom, caressing me. His hand slides underneath my dress and discovers warm smooth skin and no panties. He smiles and enfolds me closer. I gently hold his face between my hands and press my lips to his and I whisper, "I want you." An intimate part of me pulses in anticipation. He carries me back inside, the rustic covers of the king bed are pulled back welcoming us home as we descend......LM
Posted by brianc213
There was this girl I loved ( my first love) whom I met in high school back in 2002. It's a pretty long love story, don't know if your interested still?
Yes I would love to hear it. 🙂
Nosferatu! Nosferatu!
The man yelled, mouth gaping and fear in his eyes. The crowd screams and then runs, so I run. I don't know what's going on so I run with them. We are running and the crowd is screaming and I'm looking behind me and I don't see anything. What the hell is wrong with these people?
Everyone scatters and runs inside buildings. I run to a glass shop and that's when I HALT. I see a man with pale white skin and red gold eyes and pointed ears, his finger nails are long and pointed with long claw like nails. He is bald with pointed ears. His appearance is kind of luminescent. Faint even. His clothes are stained with what looks like dirt. I can tell he was handsome once. But not anymore. He has these long fangs hanging out of his mouth too. He is evil personified, but I am not afraid. Shouldn't I be afraid?
This is Nosferatu that everyone is running from!!! I find myself hypnotized by his eyes. I move toward him, as he floats toward me. I say, "STAND BACK EVIL DEMON FROM HELL!!" His mouth moved but I couldn't hear him. I move again and feel a cold solid wall. What is that? A barrier perhaps. I tap on the wall and so does he. I blink my eyes and so does he. To my horror, I realize; I am Nosferatu!!
The man yelled, mouth gaping and fear in his eyes. The crowd screams and then runs, so I run. I don't know what's going on so I run with them. We are running and the crowd is screaming and I'm looking behind me and I don't see anything. What the hell is wrong with these people?
Everyone scatters and runs inside buildings. I run to a glass shop and that's when I HALT. I see a man with pale white skin and red gold eyes and pointed ears, his finger nails are long and pointed with long claw like nails. He is bald with pointed ears. His appearance is kind of luminescent. Faint even. His clothes are stained with what looks like dirt. I can tell he was handsome once. But not anymore. He has these long fangs hanging out of his mouth too. He is evil personified, but I am not afraid. Shouldn't I be afraid?
This is Nosferatu that everyone is running from!!! I find myself hypnotized by his eyes. I move toward him, as he floats toward me. I say, "STAND BACK EVIL DEMON FROM HELL!!" His mouth moved but I couldn't hear him. I move again and feel a cold solid wall. What is that? A barrier perhaps. I tap on the wall and so does he. I blink my eyes and so does he. To my horror, I realize; I am Nosferatu!!
LOL Stop it Bling!!!!
Very good everyone, keep it coming. I love it.
Posted by Caplove
Wow, LunarMaiden, I loved those! These are all so inspiring.
Thank you, I enjoyed your story too. Let's keep it going.
Fade to black!
My friend owns properties that he rents out mostly to college students.
One day, the police called him and told him that one of his houses was being rented out by drug dealers.
The cops raided the house, and found secretly hidden drugs and cash in the plumbing, walls, and just about any other well-concealed crevice in the house.
Ultimately, the cops completely tore the house apart looking for drugs and cash, which were recovered.
With his house virtually destroyed (and condemned by the FHC), he had to hire help to re-construct walls, plumbing, etc....
While doing the repair work a couple weeks later, he got a knock at the door.
He opened it up, and there were 2 uniformed cops complete with numbered police badges, hats, gun-belts, tazers, pistols, batons, etc....
The cops said they were there to inspect the house for any further evidence, and needed to check the attic.
The owner agreed, and up they went.
When they came down a few minutes later, he noticed they were carrying a large sized suitcase.
They then left.
Confused and curious, he called the police station to find out what they took.
The chief investigator answered that he had NO COPS ASSIGNED OR TASKED TO THE HOUSE THAT DAY.
It was the fucking drug dealers in PERFECT DISGUISE!
The investigator asked what kind of vehicle the officers came in, and the owner replied that it was an old truck.
The owner is lucky to be alive for several reasons.
1.) What if he somehow got between the drug dealers and what was most likely a few hundred thousand dollars in cash?
2.) What if the drug dealers didn't like the fact that he has seen their faces?
I honestly believe the guy is LUCKY to be alive.
One day, the police called him and told him that one of his houses was being rented out by drug dealers.
The cops raided the house, and found secretly hidden drugs and cash in the plumbing, walls, and just about any other well-concealed crevice in the house.
Ultimately, the cops completely tore the house apart looking for drugs and cash, which were recovered.
With his house virtually destroyed (and condemned by the FHC), he had to hire help to re-construct walls, plumbing, etc....
While doing the repair work a couple weeks later, he got a knock at the door.
He opened it up, and there were 2 uniformed cops complete with numbered police badges, hats, gun-belts, tazers, pistols, batons, etc....
The cops said they were there to inspect the house for any further evidence, and needed to check the attic.
The owner agreed, and up they went.
When they came down a few minutes later, he noticed they were carrying a large sized suitcase.
They then left.
Confused and curious, he called the police station to find out what they took.
The chief investigator answered that he had NO COPS ASSIGNED OR TASKED TO THE HOUSE THAT DAY.
It was the fucking drug dealers in PERFECT DISGUISE!
The investigator asked what kind of vehicle the officers came in, and the owner replied that it was an old truck.
The owner is lucky to be alive for several reasons.
1.) What if he somehow got between the drug dealers and what was most likely a few hundred thousand dollars in cash?
2.) What if the drug dealers didn't like the fact that he has seen their faces?
I honestly believe the guy is LUCKY to be alive.
....And once again the parable of pearls before swine is validated.
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