Our First Kiss... Unforgetable
by Anonymous
Our First Kiss... Unforgettable
by Anonymous
My very first kiss... yes, I remember it well. She had been visiting my family this Sunday afternoon into the early evening. It was in the middle of winter and being in a northern state, it was very cold. Time finally came for her to return to her family a couple of blocks away from where I lived. I helped her on with her coat and she and I stepped through the door onto an uncovered porch. The window in the door was all steamed up from the heat within so no one could see us outside except as a blur. When we stepped outside, we found that is was pouring down snow in very large flakes and starting to gather on the ground. As we were standing there watching the snow, we turned toward each other, no words had been spoken, as if the snow had taken away our ability to talk. We looked into each other's eyes and still without saying a word, we stepped toward each other, we embraced and then our lips met; soft, warm, moist a totally sensual moment, but being so young, we had only the vaguest idea what sensual was. Our lips stayed together a long time, the snow falling in these huge drops around us and on us. Finally we parted and we both knew that THE THING had finally happened for both of us. Our First Kiss. Unforgettable.
בנות.. הסיפורים הם באנגלית..
אני יפרסם עוד אם תרצו..
רק תגיבו אם בא לכן..
כל הסיפורים הם סיפורים אמיתיים..
לא שלי.. של אנשיםם..
לאלה שרוצות שנפרש.. תבקשו בתגובה.. ומי שתרצה תתנדב לפרש לה..
תגידו אם אהבתן..
אוהבת מלאא
אורינ'וש
נחמד מאודד.. איזה רומנטיי
הבנתיייייייייי הכול
אהה אהה מי חכמהה חחחח
סיפורר יפהה בובהה
אוהבתת
מאיהה
יאאאאאאאא יפהה..
הבנתי=]..
שימי עודדד
Lucky In Love
by Freewind
As the dim light of dawn filtered through the window blinds into the living room, Catherine stared around her new home and remembered another home in another place…a home that was no longer there. She sighed with resignation and the thought occurred to her that this sighing was becoming a habit. A second thought followed that one, the thought that she did not like the new habit. Yet…
It was Christmas morning and a small tiny tree stood on the worn whicker table. It looked festive and bright with its strings of twinkling lights and generic ornaments but it failed miserably against the memory of other trees in the past, decorated with lights, tinsel, and carefully picked ornaments, most steeped deep in sweet personal memories of her children and her husband. She felt the grief rise again.
An all too vivid recent memory surfaced in a visual thought, a memory of her standing in a littered street staring at the shambles of what had once been her home. It was all gone, everything; leaving nothing to rescue. A once happy place swept away by wind and water. A lifestyle destroyed by an act of Nature, not only her home but so many others as well. She remembered standing in that street, rocking and holding herself as waves of incredulity hit her and the reality she was staring at was too horrible to be real. However, it was real!
Sighing once again, she opened the blinds wider and stared out at the overcast sky. Her yard was a faded brown that would stay until spring came. It was not the same yard she had looked upon for so many years but it was her yard none-the-less. It was a different state, a different home and a different life. She knew she should look at it optimistically as a new beginning but sometimes, it was just too hard.
She felt the tears well again and she fought them since she did not want Ed to see her crying. Poor Ed! He had lost everything too but he had tried to be a rock for her to lean on and she knew her tears went straight to his loving heart.
Wiping her eyes, she turned from the window and looked once more at the small tree. She saw the small cluster of gaily wrapped gifts under it and she chided herself for being so ungrateful. She knew that it could have been so much worse as she and Ed could have lost their lives if they had not run from that terrible storm. She could have lost Ed and nothing could have ever replaced him. He was not only her rock but her soul and heart in every respect. Their love had survived so much and it would survive this as long as they had each other. With three grown children and three grandchildren that were safe and sound as well, their marriage had seen a lot of miles. But sometimes…she just felt that they were too old to start over again but here they were doing just that.
Despite the fact that her courage and hope had been sorely tested this year of 2005, she knew she had to go on. She had lost her mother in the beginning of this year and in the late summer of this year, she had lost her home and a lifetime of memories, but in just a week there would be a new year. A new year that she hoped would be a better year for them. A new year and a new beginning for two people who still had everything because they had each other and a love that had proved it could survive anything!
As another habit was also beginning, a soft smile crossed her lips. If she just stop feeling sorry for herself, it could be a very good Christmas. Material things did not make Christmas, love and faith did and she just needed to keep reminding herself of that.
But just in case she forgot, she heard Ed’s soft sleepy voice call out to her from the bedroom.
“Honey, you okay?”
“I’m fine, Ed.” Catherine answered, hoping her voice sounded cheerful.
“Well, baby, you are fine which is a fact but how about coming back to bed and letting me show you how fine you are.” Ed called back, seductively.
Catherine laughed as she headed back towards the bedroom. As she made her way, she thought to herself.
“That man never changes no matter how old he gets! Damn, what a lucky woman I am!”
שיאווו איזהה סיפוריםם יפיםםםםםםם!!
חעחע בסיפור ה-2 השתמשתי קצתת במילום חעחעעעעע...
באמתת..כי מאודד רציתי להביןן והבנתי ה=כ=ל!!
אזז שימי עוד מי אמורררררר
וטנקסס על ההשקעה
אוהבתותךךך יפיתי צ'לךך=]]
שמחה שאהבת..
אני ישים עוד במיוחד בשבילך!
איאיאיאיאייייייי!!!!!!!
עשית לי ת'יוםםםם!!
חעחע טהה קיירווו מווצ'וווו מווצ'ווו
יפיתי..=]]]
הנה יפיתוש במיוחד בשבילך!! יו טאמביין טה קיירו מוצו מי וידה!
I Will Always Love You
by Freewind
Altheia walked quietly through the empty rooms of the big old house on Chester Street. That huge rambling place that dominated the corners of Chester and Falwell Streets where they intersected. It was her ancestral family home, and just until three days ago, had been the current residence of her great Aunt Middy. It was her house now but it wasn't her home. Her home and her life lay far away in California. Her husband, Wayne, and their four children, two boys and two girls, were there. That was where home was! Not this big vacant house, silent of voices and void of life.
As she walked through the rooms downstairs, she barely glanced at the covered furniture, or the paintings on the walls, or the carpet beneath her feet. They were all furnishings of someone else's past...not hers. She was trying to make a decision. She was waiting for the house to tell her what it wanted.
No answers came! So sighing with resignation, she climbed the curved staircase to the second floor and began to walk there, trying to find an answer. She ambled through her great-grandfather's austere study with its maghoney furniture and the smell of old pipe tobacco still clinging to the gleaming walls. She stepped in to admire the antique, ornate fixtures of the two bathrooms, as always admiring the claw-footed bathtubs and elaborate sink and commodes. She paused for a moment in the master bedroom, looking at the huge four-poster bed and cherrywood armoire that now both stood empty. That bed had once been a marriage bed and a birth bed to five children that were the fruit of that marriage. Now, all gone, every last one, the remaining survivor of Aunt Middy now joining the rest of her family somewhere.
Most of the family, including parents and three of the five children, had left this world together on the tragic sinking of the luxury liner, the Empress of Ireland, just off the coast of Canada in 1914. Only Miles, the oldest son and Middy, the youngest daughter had remained. Miles, staying home to run the family's lumber mill and Middy, left in the care of Nanny and Nurse because of a severe bout with rheumatic fever. Grandmother Velvet reluctant to leave her child but the booking for the long plan trip to Europe aboard the ship could not be altered. That illness had saved Middy's life!
Miles had handled it very well considering his young age of twenty three at the time. There were no funerals as the bodies had been entombed with the ship in her quick last fourteen minutes before she sank. She had been severely damaged in a collision with a Norwegian ship that had saved what survivors there were but most of the passengers had been asleep, including all classes and the ship had taken them down with her. The family had been lost! So only Miles and Middy remained. Miles became father and mother to Middy, just then eight, and she had been a vital part of his own family when he married Caroline Faber at twenty-five and they had one son, Altheia's late grandfather, Marcus. Middy had never married and remained in her family home until her death at the age of eighty-eight as it was now 1994. She was gone with the rest of them. As the only child of Marcus's only child, her mother, Elizabeth, now also deceased, Altheia had the distinction of being the sole survivor to inherit the big house. A house waiting for her to decide its future.
The last room she came to was Middy's room. The most cheerful, modern and lived-in looked room in the house. Her heart ached when she entered it. Though in Middy's last several years, the two women had lived hundreds of miles apart, Altheia and Middy had remained close. Middy had loved her as gently, quietly and deeply as she had loved Marcus and then in her turn, Elizabeth. Now, she had left Altheia a very wealthy woman with a nice fortune and the trustee of this house that Middy had so loved.
With the thought of Middy's love, Altheia felt a deepening sorrow. Middy had loved them all, she had loved her town that had known her generosity and kindness for all of her life, and she had loved this house. But who had loved Middy? Who had ever given Middy back all the love she so easily gave? True, her family loved her and the town loved her but what of love...special love? There had been a rumor of a love once in Middy's life. A young handsome man from the neighboring town who had courted and wooed Middy in the days of her beautiful, fragile youth. There had also been rumors that Middy had refused to marry him...not from lack of love but because the rheumatic fever had rendered her barren. She could have no children. Middy would never talk about it, even with Altheia but there had been the rumors.
Now, it was time to do as Middy's last letter to her had said to do. She wanted Altheia to read her diary before she made her decision what to do about the house. So this is what Altheia had come to do. To read Middy's diary. In Middy's favorite wing-back red velveteen chair lay the leather-bound diary, on the polished oak table by the chair was a supper tray left by the maid and cook, Lena, as her last duty for the old house. Now, there was nothing to stop the reading. Altheia set about her task.
In Middy's then strong, beautiful cursive writing, Altheia began to read of the year of 1928, when Middy had been twenty-two. It told the story of the rumors but it told of the truth. It told of James, the young man that Middy loved. It told of the courtship of that year. It told of the dreams of marriage and children. It told of happiness and joy. It told of the tragic news from three doctors of Middy's inability to bear children. It told of the tears and despair. It told of the sadness of refusing James' marriage proposal and his insistence that it did not matter about the children. But it mattered to Middy so she sent him away. It told of the days of heartbreak and grief as she dealt with the loss of her love and finally the acceptance of it. The diary last entry had been written five years later when she told of the arrival of James' new son after he had married two years before. Written in a sort of tragic sense of happiness, Middy's last entry told of how she was glad that she had done the right thing. James had seemed happy and in love when she had seen him last. It was a diary of love, unselfish, giving and caring love. As dawn broke, Altheia finished it and then wept for the lovely woman who had been her aunt and who had been the possessor of the most loving heart she had ever known.
Now, Altheia knew what to do with the house. She had two offers. One; a sizeable offer from a developer to buy the property and tear down the house and build an apartment complex. The second offer; for the house to be donated to the historical society and preserved as it was.
In Altheia's mind, there was only one offer. Middy's house would stand always as the house of love it was and lovingly tended to by the historical society as a museum to share with everyone! It would have been Middy's choice!
Altheia smiled as she at last had her answer!
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