For most women labor hurts a lot, but not only can your heart take it, so can the rest of your body. You’re going to be fine! Just hang on a little tighter, encourage yourself by any means possible. Eventually, when a woman holds her baby in her arms, all of the pain doesn’t matter anymore. When you get to the light after the dark tunnel, all of the hurt won’t matter anymore! … More Like a woman in child labor
When does love turn to hate?
How is strength measured?
Who decides the manifestations of love and hate?
How do you measure strength and weakness?
Till they are all masked, explained with cause, how do you decipher?
When does the line begin and where does it end? … More Falling Lines
‘Happy birthday Kristen’.
‘I think there might be something in the tree’, Mike said.
‘In the tree?’ Kristen moved closer to it. There was a hollow place at eye-level. She put her hand inside and felt a small package, and pulled it out. It was a gift box. ‘What is this?’
‘Open it’, he said.
Kristen opened it and her eyes widened. In the box was a beautiful emerald ring, surrounded by diamonds, set in platinum. … More Surrounded by diamonds, set in platinum
In the middle of the night, while Humphrey was asleep, Pauline quietly packed a suitcase and fled. She took the next flight back home and called her brother and a few close friends.
Her friends rushed to be by her side but they couldn’t help the debate … More In good times & in bad . . .
‘Stay there’. Humphrey’s voice was filled with fervor.
Pauline fought to get up but Humphrey held her down with one strong hand and slammed the belt again and again.
Pauline felt as though her backside had been flayed. “Humphrey, please stop!’ she cried.
Finally, Humphrey stood up and took a deep, quivery breath. ‘It is alright now’. … More What was it, she wondered – fetish?
Immediately after the wedding, they left for Seychelles. It was a spectacular beauty to behold. They arrived late in the afternoon, with the sun sparkling over the ocean.
Humphrey took Pauline in his arms. ‘Are you hungry?’
She looked into his eyes and smiled, ‘No’.
‘Neither am I. Why don’t we get undressed?’ … More Finally, a man who understood her appetite
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If you are interested to read/review, please send me an email on firstname.lastname@example.org. … More Calling on my readers, followers, online family & friends . . .