Although I’m that type of girl who has plenty of guy friends, I just want you too know that the only guy for me is you. No other guy could make me as happy as you, no other guy could make me feel as safe as you, and no other guy would be able to hurt me as mush as you.
with friends. i knew it! i had a feeling i wouldn’t be aloud to go to the mall today.sucks,everyone else can go but i cant WTH. so now we have to move the mall day to tomarrow when everyones ganna be busy. call/text
You see the empty spot next too you, yeah that's MY spot,
and I don’t want any other girl to be in it. You see that emptiness in your arms, yeah that’s MINE too, I should be the one you hug all the time.That empty space next to you in your bed, that’s where I should lay in exception for your pillow. You see the emptiness in front of your lips, again, MINE, those lips are for my lips to kiss, FOOD is the only exception.
You see as me boyfriend, you should be mine forever, not wanting to be a control freak but it would be nice if you would.
I hate hanging up the phone at night, I wish you could chill with me instead of your friends, I hope that you IM me when I go online, I want you to hold me in your arms, and I'm longing for you to say " I love you" to me one last time.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.
”Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?
”The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.
”Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round.
She left quickly.The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
“It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.
”I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.But he replied to me sadly.
“No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.
”His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.
”My heart nearly stopped.The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.
”Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me.
I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.
”Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.
“Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”“OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it.
There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!”
Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!”
“I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.”
“My mommy loves white roses.”A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sisteris still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Sun is shining in my face. I see you still sleeping right next to me. You turn around and we gaze into each other eyes. This feels so right. I hug you tight and give you a kiss to the forehead. You gave me a kiss on the lips. I tell her she looks beautiful right now and she turns her head. I asked her “what’s wrong.” She told me ” I look hella grimey.” I told her “Babe, look at me, we can be grimey together. You’re perfect just the way you are. Don’t worry. She smiled and gave me a kiss. I think she could tell I was becoming more agressive as my tongue began to work around her neck. My hand grazing softly on her back. She started to cringe when my hands were back on her waist. Holding on to her, I get on top. I slowly slide off her shorts and shirts. She helped me take off my pants and let me grind up on her. Music playing, dimmed lights, a blanket and us. I started to tease her a bit. She was a bit of a tease herself. Her hand moving across my boxers feeling up on my dick. I single handedly took off her bright blue thong. I threw it to the floor. I told her, “You look way better without these silly things” She giggled a bit, and just laid back. I started to massage her clit slowly at first. I feel her cringing as she begas to grasp onto my bedsheets. She let out small sighs and little moans with each ciruclar motion.
Her clit started to get wet. I’m using 2 fingers working my way up and down, in and out. She removed my boxers, as I pushed her back against my head board. I let her legs open wide and started to insert my dick slowly in her. She let out a huge moan and told me it was killing her, so I just went the full way. She told me it felt good. I began to thrust quicker and deeper with each moan she made, I moaned a bit myself. I haven’t felt this much pleasure in almost months. I didn’t regret it with her because I knew she was special. Her back was arched, eyes kept rolling back as I said to her ” Oh, can you handle me now babe.” She just laughed in a bit of a sexual tone telling me ” Work me more” “You got this.” MY mind was blank so I just started to thrust even deeper with each inch.
We switch position. She’s on top. I’m on the bottom. She loves being the dominant one. I felt her reaching for my dick and she inserted slowly and started to rock up and down. From slow to a more agressive pace,I hear her moaning my name throughout my house. Luckily no one was there so no one can here her saying my name, letting it spell out in her mouth, and the sound of our skins slapping against one another. I grabbed her waist motioning her to go faster with each bounce she was making. I work my hand up to her breasts and start to massge them lightly.
I flipped her over and put her on her knees. She was ready for a lot more. I insert my dick slowly into her. I can feel all the wet warmess in her. My dick moving in her agressively. This was truly something I really liked. Our bodies colliding. It was mind-blowing. Sweat dripping, mirror fogging up, sticking our bodies together as the heat of our bodies literally made the whole room feel steamy. I could feel it coming. I lay her on her back and just burst. I grab a towel and began to breath heavily trying to regain her breath. I was pretty worn out too. I cleaned myself up and then her. We both lay back in my sweat soaked bed. I smile to her. Givng her kisses.
Her: That hasn’t happened to me in a longass time. Me: Same here. It felt good after months.
Her: I’m glad it was you. You made me feel right at home. Nice spiderman bedsheets by the way. Me: Well, at least it’s better then your hello kitty ones.
Her: Whatever, can you help me find my bra? I can’t go home only wearing a tanktop. Me: Uh, that is a no no hun. Those are mines now. Just for a little rememberence.
Her: Fine bitch. Me: Don’t worry, here’s my favorite shirt. You said you’ve always loved me wearing it. But, I think it’ll look good on you. Keep it okay?
Her: Awwwwwh, okay thanks baby.
We get dressed, get out of bed as if nothing has happenned. But, that was everything to me. We’ve gone so far. Sex was just a plus in our relationship. The real pleasure was being loved by each other.
Wow you guys are stupid, what's so bad about Mr.Mitchell? He isn't no fucking pedo or any shit like that ok. He's a really good teacher, and he can help you with all your fucken problems. Not only that, he's an easy teacher, I don't see why everybody is all complaining about " oooh i have mr.mitchell" BLAH BLAH BLAH BULLSHIT!
To players, we're hot. To perverts, we're sexy. To adults, we're cute. To relatives, we're adorable. To dumbasses, we're fine. To each other, we're pretty. To gentlemen, we're goregeous. To the right guys, we're beautiful. But to ourselves, we ugly as fuck.
I want a guy best friend who gets mistaken as my boyfriend. A guy best friend is everything you need. Another boy who makes your life complete. A boy who I can run to when my girl BFFs aren't around. He'll kick my future boyfriend's ass when he makes me cry. He'll make me laugh when there's tears in my eyes. He is immediately my date on special occasions when you're single. Idk why. But I really need a guy best friend. A real guy best friend.
So today I’m on my way walking to my beauty salon near my house. As I’m walking I see this old lady with like 5 big grocery bags from savemart, across the street. And I’m on the other side thinking to myself if I should help her,so for the next 5 second i contemplated if i should or should not. But me being a nice person, I run though traffic, to her side and asked her if she needed some help. And next thing you know she smiles at me and asks me if I’m helping her just because I pity and elderly woman trying to cross a busy street, OR am I actually trying to prove that I’m trying to be responsible and actually meaning to care for her safety to cross the busy traffic. And I look at her confused. And I told her that I grew up respecting and helping my elders and that I will not mind showing her some respect helping her cross. She laughed out loud and I stared at her weird again. She then asks me don’t you teenagers do other troublesome things instead of trying to help someone like me. And I disagreed with her, telling her not ALL teenagers are like that. And she finally told me to pick up her grocery bags to cross the street. While we walked across, she told me her granddaughter who was about my age, was shoot through the back and is now paralyzed. She randomly apologized to me about her think all teens are trouble makers. And tells me her granddaughter was shot because she was involved with drugs and other things. The old lady didn’t want to go into detail. So then out of nowhere, she asks’ me if I had a boyfriend, and I told her I did.Then she says, he must be the happiest guy on earth for having a responsible and grateful girlfriend. You don’t see someone like your age these days helping or even respecting adults. They’re always drinking, doing drugs, having sex, and going to parties. And again I had to disagree with her. I told her, there a number of teens who do those certain things, but a handful of us do better things then that. She looks at me and smiles then says, you really are a good kid. I wish there would be more heroic kids out and about like you. And next thing you know I’m way off course from the beauty salon and she reminds me that I was going the opposite way from where she was going. So she asks’ for her grocery bags, says thank you for helping her and leaves. And I’m standing there thinking to myself, if i should ever do something like that. So I shook my head and continued back to my predestination.