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!!!!       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

"……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

Sometimes--no, most times, we're never prepared for certain encounters in our lives. These encounters happen once or twice or more and I guess it’s only the lucky ones who get to experience such encounter only once throughout their lifetime.     Encounters that will make you freeze in  whatever position it finds you. Situations that make you go rigid and thoughtless for a brief moment. Moments that render you powerless and everything but in control of your that situation you found yourself in.     I count myself as one of the unlucky ones. I was never lucky.   And it all started the day I met him.     I've had various surprise encounters with him, each one greater and more terrifying than the last. The days he threatened me. The day at my mother's greenhouse. The party. But nothing compares to this encounter. None of that seemed to measure up to this certai

I was already imagining all possible scenes as Dwyer brushed past me and into the house. Things could go all haywire from there seeing that the two men do not have a single liking for each other. Dwyer's own was understandable. The police was his enemy and he was a criminal running away from the clutches of the law. He had every reason to be paranoid by the fact that he was inside my house with me. But something told me the situation was more than that. The detective suddenly told me a day ago too that he had a disliking for him.  And me? I was at  the center of it all. They were already glaring at each other when I left the door and entered fully into the sitting room. My chest was heaving and my hands were already shaky. How do I salvage this situation? It felt like it was going out of my hands quicker than I expected?