We've all had moments when it seemed like time took a brief stop to let us reflect on situations we find ourselves and chances we had to solve them. Times when it seemed like the whole world was crashing and you are in the middle of it. For some people, it might have been once--a near death experience mostly, and for others, it might have been so much that now it's countless. Be it the latter or the former, it doesn’t fail to leave you broken each time.
Somehow, I keep finding myself in the category where I have lost count of the times I have found myself in that kind of situation and each time, I loose the will to blame someone other than myself for whatever situation I find myself in. The first time I ever felt like that was at the company's dinner night. The night that changed my life and brought me to where I was now. Situations like that don’t prepare you, it all starts out fun and the next thing you know, someone is getting drunk and babblingWaking up the morning after felt like an extreme sport.I wanted to remain cuddled in my bed, with no will whatsoever to communicate with humans today or even step out my door. Asides from the fact that I didn’t want to get out of bed and do all of these, I also didn’t get much of a good sleep the night before. Frankly speaking, I was only able to shut my eyes at the wee hours of the morning and when I opened them, the sun peeked brightly through my windows. Even though the night was torture as I couldn’t get a good sleep, I prayed for the impossible. I prayed that the night shouldn’t end. Making a very big mistake and unashamedly embarrassing yourself could do that to you.Last night was a horrible mistake.I almost cursed at myself the moment I walked into my apartment that night. I was a complete fool to just put myself out there for grabs. The truth that I couldn’t control myself a
"it's Sunday today , you should come have dinner with us"My father's words rang in my ears as I stood in front of the door at the front porch. I knew my father and what does words meant. I knew we would be doing more than eating today and I wasn’t looking forward to it. I knew he had something to talk about as he rarely called me unlike my mother who does at any chance she gets.There what had me worried wasn’t why he called but what he wants to talk about. No kidding, lying and keeping secrets can be so bothersome. In the end, you might be the one affected by the whole situation. Now I'm fretting at the chance that my father already found out what brought me to Riverdale.I pressed the door bell and my mother's "coming!" rang from inside the house. Her feet slap on the floor till they reach the door and she opened it."Charity my child!" she called , beaming a smile.
"Red or black?""Duhh!definitely the hot one, red!!""Slit gown or bareback?""Definitely Slit gown, shows more sexiness""Pencil heels or wedge?""Pencil heels accentuate slit gowns, adds spice to the sexiness"Red. Slit gown. Pencil Heels. Definitely something Shayne would wear to a dinner or wedding party with the hopes of hooking up with a dripping hot guy. I should have known that her profession could only suppress her slutty instincts not completely curb them."I'm going to a dinner party and not thinking of getting laid Shayne"I said finally flinging off the clothes I've been showing to her on the screen one after the other and having had enough of her terribly inappropriate choices."That place is going to be swarmed with old men and women, besides, I have to look
It is true that we never learn or accept the validity of somethings or words until we are actually faced with situations that remind us of them. They say the world in a small one and there is a 99% chance the person you know knows someone else you do. The 1% is just the slim chance that you don't know someone your friend or family knows.I was in that kind of situation. Never in a million years did I think of the scene unfolding before me. The one where I am the leading lady. The one where it seems I have suddenly forgotten my lines and the other actors are waiting patiently for me to remember so they could go on with their own lines.My throat down to my mouth ran dry and my eyes were probably as big as saucers as I stared back blankly at the Detective. His own face held the utmost surprise to but detective Roman being detective Roman , a smile curled up his lips almost immediately. His father , the Mayor,
WARNING!!!!! SEXUAL CONENT BELOW. SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!! OR SCROLL TO THE LAST IN CASE YOU FEEL YOU'LL MISS SOMETHING IMPORTANT!!!!They say, good things come to all those who wait.It is not entirely true or false in my situation. I did wait. Painfully.But I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing that came to me because I waited or if it's bad and I shouldn’t be doing it. Either way, I was kissing Dwyer back with the same urgency and tremor as he placed me flat on the wall by his door with his hands flushed on my waist and drawing me in so close that it felt like there was still enough space left in-between us. His soft lips were just as I imagined a couple of times and they fought against mine , not for dominance but in perfect sync and harmony and with the right amount of hunger that threatened to tear me apart. My senses were clouded and the only ones worki
WARNING!!!!! SEXUAL CONENT BELOW. SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!! OR SCROLL TO THE LAST IN CASE YOU FEEL YOU'LL MISS SOMETHING IMPORTANT!!!! Nothing did. Nothing ever prepared me for the kind of feeling I felt the moment he pushed into me. My breathing hitched and my legs came around his torso on impulse. Dwyer thrusted deep into me burying himself to the hilt and my hands flew off his tight grasp above my head, on impulse. My pleasure driven cry erupted from the deepest part of my throat when my insides knotted and tightened as I felt bolts of electrifying jolts surge through my body. I held on to him like I would fall off the bed if I let go. A pause and I felt myself tighten around him as he pulsed in all his hardness against my wet tightness. "Fuck" He cursed under his breath, pulling out of me only
I called in sick at work that morning.Might seem like a lie but I was actually sick to the stomach and Julia graciously granted me the privilege to skip work but with strict warning that I would have tons of workload available on my table the moment I return to work.I didn’t mind.I was still reliving the moments from last night up unto this morning.It took me a few minutes to leave the door where I was slumped at when I left Dwyer's house after the intense and brief argument we had. I had sat with my head in-between my laps and only left the spot when I had to receive my mother's call. She rambled on and on about why I left the party that early and if I even exchanged pleasantries with Dwyer and being sure of herself that I left the party with the Mayor's son."He sure is a fine man with such impressive talents but I must
"……with the killer still unknown and running wild, why does it look like the police is doing nothing about it? The town is in total unrest""right? A picture of the proposed killer with just his back view on the front page of every newspaper, sounds like a joke to me!""Riverdale's local police gets a chance to prove itself and this is all they've got? pathetic I tell ya""Who's in charge of the case again? Detective Rom----"The big screen TV on the office wall suddenly went blank."Detective Roman is doing a good job, they should all just go to hell!"And the remote control was with none other than Julia who was visibly fuming. The office room also fell into silence at her outburst as everyone turned wordlessly to whatever they were doing before the TV came on. It was a morning talk show that we all saw