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Chapter 81: The Diary Of Love.
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Andrew and I took the boys out for our daily walk around Holland Park. It is already afternoon in late April. He solemnly reported that last night, over oysters at Spiro, he ended things with Capucine. I suddenly felt this rush of excitement and opportunity, and I also felt this uneasiness between us. Our last obstacle is no more, but now what?I laughed nervously. "Kind of weird to dump someone over oysters, isn't it?" I said in a teasing tone."Well," Andrew said, his eyes focused on the path ahead of us. "I'm not always the coolest guy . . . as you well know."His "as you well know" seems like it is loaded with meaning and this for a fact, made me more anxious. I rambled about how one shouldn't eat oysters in months containing the letter *r*. "We had rock oysters—fins de clair—which you can eat year-round. But thanks so much for your concern," he said, yawning with feigned nonchalance. "Anytime," I said, as we strolled around the top of the Cricket Lawn. "How do you feel?" I as
Wild Beauty: A Tale Of Love and Lust. Chapter 83: AT LAST . . .
TWO YEARS AFTER THE KISS IN THE PARK . . . .It is a beautiful day in London. I waited in Holland Park, wearing an ivory gown made of chiffon so soft that I can't stop myself from touching it. The dress comes to a V in the back, and the front is gathered over the bust-line and accented with a shimmering of beads. The skirt is a loose A-line—romantic and simple—and it sways just right in the breeze. The lady at Kensington bridal shop told me that the design was inspired by the Edwardian era—which sounds like something Andrew will love. It was the first dress I tried on, but when you know something is right, you just know.As the string quartet begins to play, I peeked around the corner of the Belvedere, into the gardens, allowing myself a glimpse of Andrew. We've only been apart twenty-four hours, but for us, it is a long stretch that feels like a decade. Whether it is our separation, his Armani suit, or the emotion of the day, he has never looked more handsome. I feel a tightening in
Wild Beauty: A Tale Of Love and Lust. Chapter 1: Lustful Encounter
I know we shouldn't do more than kissing and I know we are both thinking that, but, we can't get ourselves to stop. Instead, I took his hands and moved it right under my pleated skirt. He got the hint and knew exactly what to do. I don't know if I have ever had any doubt in my mind as to Jon's skills, I am glad that whatever doubt has been cleared. Max is very handsome, but he can't do this. Not like this. And even if he could, it won't feel this way. Max! Oh my Max! The man I'm getting married to by June. But, I can't still get myself to breakaway. Infact, the thought of Max made me want Jon the more. This is wild and scary, yet Jon's fingers are moving with the right rhythm at the exact spot it's supposed to be. Max can't give me this, I can't help but moan as Jon's mouth locked my mouth. I felt Jon breaking away but I held on to him and whisper into his ear, "I want you so much" . "We have to stop", Jon said, his tongue was already working down to my stomach. "Why?""You Know
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Wild Beauty: A Tale Of Love and Lust. Chapter 3: The Beauty And The Brains.
My mother gave birth to a perfect baby—Me. I started life perfectly by avoiding the battle, pain and scars that come with being forced through a vagina. Instead, I was born beautiful with distinctive eye brows, dainty nose, and full red lips. I have a fine crop of hair and an excellent hairline. Well, my hair—my gorgeous hair, it grew in thick and very silky, the color of chocolate. Every morning I would sit cooperatively while my mother twisted my hair into intricate braids. When I was in kindergarten, other little girls with little or no bowl cuts struggled to seat near me during lunch break. They take turns to touch my hair and they happily share their toys with me or surrender their turn on the slide. Anything to be my friend. I understood at the tender age of three that with beauty comes perks and power.I was the prettiest girl in school including junior high and high school. Well, my popularity and beauty never made me mean. I defied cliques and remained true to my nerdy bes
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Jon buzzed me up to his apartment and he was standing in front of his opened door, smiling with his arms crossed. He wore gray joggers with a peeled designer's logo at the knee and a faded, stained T-shirt. That gray joggers made him look so sexy and I immediately got turned on. I mean, this is someone I had forbidden sex with in the pouring rain and I instantly felt butterflies in my stomach and surge of warm liquid between my legs."Can I come in? I brought treats," I said, holding up the beer and the videos."Nah," he said, still smiling."Please? Pretty please?" I said in a toddler kind of way.He shook his head and laughed, but he didn't give in. "Can we please just hang out tonight?" I asked, "I just want to spend time with you. As friends. Strictly friends. Is that bad?"He heaved a sigh and moved over just enough to let me squeeze by him. "Tessy. You're trouble." As I got in, I surveyed his stereotypical bachelor-like messed up sitting room. Books and newspaper were just al
Wild Beauty: A Tale Of Love and Lust. Chapter 5: Crossword Thoughts
As I lay in bed naked beside Jon, grimacing about the event that just happened, I can't help but think about why and how I actually got attracted to Jon in the first place. I turned to look at him, to study his face because I want to take in every slightest detail of his stoic face. I want to touch him but I fear that I will wake him up, instead, I made use of my eyes in touching him. When Max and I got engaged in february, I vowed to myself that I would be true to him forever. Although we didn't have much in common, He is still an amazing person and a good man. The irony here is, Sandra introduced Max to me. They were both first-year law students at NYU, and because She insisted that she wasn't in school to date, but rather to learn, she naively passed the most eligible bachelor on campus, her friend Max, to me. I remember seeing Max for the first time, he wore blue jeans, white polo and a lumber jacket. His blonde hair glimmered as the green dimmed light of the bar shone on it.
Wild Beauty: A Tale Of Love and Lust. Chapter 6: Crossword Thoughts II
For years, I knew Jon as Max's boring friend from Tennessee. While Jon went into engineering, got stoned and settled for tech, Max went to law school. The two has been closed since junior high and even though Max never said they were best friends, Jon, always claims they are best friends. When Max and I got engaged, he had to phone Jon to bestow the honor of being the best man upon him. When they two had finished yucking it up for a while, Jon asked to speak to me, which I obliged. He congratulated me with some other remarks about promising not to get the groom loaded and wasted the night before the wedding. We've never met in person, although, Max's seldomly talked about him. Thinking about it now, Jon should have promised not to sleep with me before I and Max's wedding. Max, Sandra and I later met with Jon in a restaurant for dinner so that we all can get to know each other properly— The groom, bride, maid of honor and the best man kind of meet-and-greet thing . That was the firs
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