After Dessert

The rich mahogany of the wood-paneled flooring, and the soft creamy textures of the tall walls contrasted beautifully. Those colors combined with the deep reds, browns, and beiges, gave off an ambiance of warmth. The fire in the hearth was flickering with a light crackling sound, heating the cabin right up. A throaty voice drawled seductively from an old vinyl, and the smooth sounds behind the voice danced along the walls and throughout the cozy family-room, and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was another magnificent room, with marble-tiled flooring, and granite countertops, it was decorated with stainless steel appliances and the magnificent gas-stove installed atop the island-counter in the center of the room. Towards the far corner along the counter that was against the wall, there was a great sink before which was an open window. Frost from the biting cold lined the glass, and she stood washing the dinner plates at the sink and staring out that window. It was a full moon that night, and despite the cold, it was a clear night. No one lived near this cabin for miles, out there in the more wooded area of the town. The guests had just left not too long ago, and since then the breeze had picked up outside.

The wind moaned around the cabin, but it was far too quiet for her to notice. She tucked a lock of auburn hair behind her right ear, and continued to work. Standing where she was, barefoot, her hips swaying, she looked delectable. She wore her knee-length dinner dress, a creamy beige that nearly blended with her skin and had faded tufts of deep blue all through it. From her dainty ears hung a set of soft pearl earring along with a long pearl necklace that hung around her delicate neck, sitting just above the round peaks of the creamy skin at her breasts. Her skin looked almost rosy under the kitchen lights, and her dark reddish brown tresses looked stark against her skin. The long curls had been down all evening but as the guests left, she’d twisted them up into a loose bun, and a few stray strands framed her cheeks. Her name was Lilly.

Pussy in the Water, Pussy up a Tree

by Cristiano Caffieri

Michael and Raif first met when they were both waiting outside the college administration office. They got into conversation, found they had similar interests and became inseparable.

When it came time for Spring break Michael was faced with a bit of dilemma.His parents, who were both teachers and were conducting language courses in China and if he went home to Huntington, West Virgina he would just be spending a couple of weeks in the house alone. When Raif found out about this he very kindly invited Michael to spend the break with his family in Florida.

When Michael arrived at their beautiful big house in Dunedin, he was introduced to Raif’s mother, who insisted on being called Ash, and his two twin sisters Nena and Tara. All three of the women were quite beautiful, the family’s origins were Asian and they were quite exotic looking with light brown skin and long black hair.

“Raif’s father is away as usual,” sighed, Ash when she was showing Michael his room, “Business means more to him than anything.”

When she leaned over the bed to straighten up the cover he couldn’t help noticing a pair of rather delightful tits swinging there and when she moved around the bed he could see that her legs looked pretty darn nice too. This woman, who was possibly around 45, was still capable of giving a much younger man a big hard on.

Because You Don’t Love Me.

I knew Josh and Jake for years. They were “that” couple, always together, always holding hands, giving each other kisses, never going anywhere without each other. They were cute and it made everyone around them happy to see how in love they were. It was sad for me to find out that Josh got a job in Massachusetts and that they would be moving there. Josh left first. Jake was taking some classes at Columbia and decided to stay until they would be over before relocating.

Josh found an amazing two bedroom apartment. He furnished it and made the extra room into a studio for Jake (he was a painter). Soon I was saying good bye to Jake and promising him that I would visit them all the time, and that in the summer we can still rent a small house in Mexico, and that I loved him, and that everything was going to work out. I could tell that he was nervous about the move. He loved New York City. He moved to New York straight after High School and for the first time was able to be himself. He grew up in Texas and often told me that he didn’t know how to breath freely until he was in New York. I hugged my dear friend, he got on a bus and was gone.

Mother's letter to her Daughter.

Sad Story: Mother's letter to her Daughter. 

WARNING: Don’t read. You’ll cry.

My dearest daughter,

I know you won’t come back, but I still believe that somehow you’ll find me. I can’t bare to think where you are. You could be with your friends warm and safe or you could be somewhere cold and wet. How could you expect me to tell you? You were so pretty, in that purple dress your dad got you, with your long brown hair flowing down your back. Your black high-heels on. Yes, it was the first time you were going to a proper party; we didn’t want anything to ruin your night. We gave you a lift in our small black BMW and dropped you off around the corner- you didn’t want people to see you being dropped off by mummy and daddy. We were going to pick you up at 11:30pm too; you begged to stay out later. I wanted you to be home by 10, but your dad persuaded me to let you out a bit longer. You were 15 years old but still, in my eyes you were my baby, my little girl in her room playing with her dolls. I remember when you were 12 and you came running into the kitchen, your face beamed full of happiness and joy; you squealed “I have a boyfriend!” Yes, it was your first boyfriend and you were so happy, then when it ended you were devastated. I tried my hardest to be there for you, really I did, but you were just so upset you didn’t listen to a word I said. I knew you would have lost more boyfriends and endured break-ups, but you were only little, you didn’t know what was going to happen to you as you grew up.

Then you found new friends and you didn’t care much for boys. You would go out for sleep-overs and trips to the shops and fun-fairs. Your life has been a good one, and now I feel like I should have taken you out places more often. You have always wanted me to take you to see your favourite band-Blink182, yes I remember the name! I remember when you were 9 years old and I was going to a concert to see Sting-you begged me to take you with me and so I did, and at first you hated it because we were sitting right at the back. When we went to the front you were dancing and singing even though you didn’t know the words. I do wish I had taken you to see Blink182 sooner. I was going to take you and three friends for your birthday. You can still go; I’ll be beside you if you need me.

When you started secondary school you were overwhelmed with joy. You met new friends and you were loving it. Then you got into the wrong crowd. You would make fun of people, and started to smoke and I regularly had to drag you from gutters, drunk, and your father and I did everything we could to stop you but you didn’t listen you didn’t want to. You had to find out for yourself. When that Annie came around and took your necklace you new you had to make new friends. Then you met Jennifer, such a nice girl she is, and I am so glad that you two are still best friends. When you came home and said Jack had invited everyone to his house party I wasn’t sure about you going, but I know you can look after yourself. You spent ages getting ready on Saturday; you were so annoyed that you had nothing to wear, so when your father came home with a beautiful purple dress you were so happy.

I remember the first time you got a dress, it was a red one, and you loved it so much you wanted to wear it everywhere you went. I still have that dress at home.

As we were driving down the road to Jack’s house my stomach was turning all over. I knew I had to let you go , you’re not my little angel anymore – you’re older and more mature, I knew you could look after yourself but it’s a mother’s place to worry about her child. When the car stopped I could see you were nervous but dying to go. “We’ll be back here at 11:30” I said, probably more that once. As the car door shut o watched you walk towards his house.

Your father and I went back home and what felt like hours and hours where only minutes. I decided to do something to take my mind of things. When my phone rang and I saw it was you I started to panic, it was only nine- you had only been at the party for just over an hour. You begged me and your father to pick you up now. I could hear you trembling and crying. I got your father and we raced down the roads to Jack’s house. All I heard next were the screams and bright lights.

I opened my eyes. In a hospital. How could I tell you your father and I were in an accident and didn’t have much time left? Your father died straight away, he didn’t feel a thing, and I want you to know my darling that he loved you so very much. I don’t have much time my angel. I want you to know I love you with all my heart, and look after yourself. Don’t worry about us; we will see you again in another life time. Someday. I love you my darling, I have to go now. Good-bye my sweet, and never be afraid, I am here with you always. Love your mother. X

Where the fuck were you?

The FULL Story Girl : let's meet up I miss you alot. Boy: Okay, later babe I'm drinking with my boys. Lets meet up around 12:00. Girl: You started drinking again? /: Boy: Yeah don't worry about me babe, I'll see you later though my phone battery is about to die. *boy turns phone off* He continues drinking and loses track of time. At 2:35 he comes home to find his brother outside panicking. 

He says "A Hospital just called me your girl was shot to death. WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" * boys begins crying and turns phone on* last message from his girl. 

1:45: I have been out by your house for a while now I guess your phone must have died. I'm leaving all I wanted to do was see you, but I hope you're having fun with your friends. Text me when you get home babe.. I Love You. 

1:55: babe some guys are following me I'm scared! 

2:00: voice mail* Babe I'm scared some guys are chasing me idk what to do. * Shots go off * Silence