She knew who he was. He knew she was engaged, so what did it matter? It churned her stomach perhaps simply because it was the first time he had actually seen the two of them together. She remembered long, sweet, tender nights on a blanket under the stars with him. How he used to caress her arm and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Oh how ( Read more... )

as they sat at the dinner table, feeling very uncomfortable in her tight, yet well-fitted dress, she stared across the table at her incredibly handsome fiancee. He caught her eye and smiled gently as he stretched his foot out across the table and sweetly, yet, invisibly to the others, caressed it against her leg. Feeling aroused chills rise all ( Read more... )

I look around the metalic-scented room and see a pair of underwear strewm accross the television. I look to the TV and P. Diddy blares with the sounds of, "Don't touch that dial! you watchin' BET, BABY!" I tightly hug the wind-blown, cleansed man and gently say, "thanks, that was fun. don't forget, no regrets...'cept maybe one..."

-The Mysterious