I sometimes wonder about this True-Love thing and I get confused. Love–as I now understand it–has to be true if it’s there.
You see certain people and get the intuition that they are related to you in a way unspecified, important to you for the reasons unidentified. You bet I had received my turn of hunch!
To find my true identity, look for the simplicity freely suspended somewhere in the complex solution of evil and good. No matter what forms the solvent, what forms the solute.
I was expected to reach for those plump breasts by now, but I was still busy window-shopping, browsing through the scene of my life.
It still remains as the best moment of my sex life…. touching and feeling the bosoms of a girl for the first time is an experience with no near rival.
Love ends abruptly. In fact, this is central to endings of most sort. We just don’t admit that.
My anger was on a rise, when suddenly her eyelids fell. Her lips flexed and again relaxed to shower me with a smile that calmed me down in seconds.
The existence of everything around me was overturned by her solid presence. I couldn’t see a thing other than my girl—magnetizing me with her absolute, authoritative pull!
He tried to resist but he couldn’t. His body strained, stretched then loosened, as he experienced his first orgasm. The boy had attained puberty! And there he stood… blessed!
I have never believed in slow deaths; unless already dead, hope keeps everything alive.
It is astounding how women influence our entire ambit, and that’s in this ‘manly’ world! They amaze you, don’t they? And man, we get amazed!
Such is the force of love at first sight. Your sense go dormant for a while, and all that remains active is a rushing organ in the chest—assuming charge of your entire being.
If Aphrodite had an avatar on earth, it was her. It was her- the Holy Grail men keep searching all through their lives!- O Amor
If Aphrodite had an avatar on earth, it was her. It was her- the Holy Grail men keep searching all through their lives!
The term ‘first-love’ exists because there always more to count ahead, as pure as the previous one, as true as the one that touched your soul lately.
She was covered in sweat, and her body odor filled my nostrils. But her smell wasn’t repulsive, believe me! It was rather alluring. It was tempting, a little foul, sour, yet arousing.
Time is an obstinate healer. It heals you against your will. And the younger you are, the faster you are cured, only to come out more immune.
The ‘humanity’ that we bear is stuck in dividing grades. The affinity, the warmth in our hearts has turned partial accordingly.