Love Stories
MY FIRST CRUSH..!!
Submitted by cheekss on Tue, 2010-04-06 22:25. Love Stories![]() |
There was nothing very passionate in my first crush but yet it is very memorable.
we waited the summers to come every year so that we would be going to our paternal aunt's house that is my dad's sister's home.
It was a big ancient traditional house of india ,where in several families lives separately.
Just Another Love Story
Submitted by BritneyBader on Tue, 2009-12-15 14:38. Love StoriesMy first real heartbreak happened when I was fourteen. I was infatuated with a boy named Tyler…He was a senior and I was in eighth grade, so there was a big age difference. With Tyler, I was always blushing and getting tongue-tied. After he found out that I liked him, he finally started talking to me, and I was thrilled. We hung out just as friends, then one night he kissed me and I swear I was the happiest girl in the world. We never dated though because he said I was too young, and he could get into a lot of trouble. One night Tyler spent the night at my house, and he tried to have sex with me. I didn’t want to so I told him no, and he respected that. But about a month later he kept asking me to have sex with him and I said no once again. But he just kept begging me and asking me with that smile I loved so much. I was afraid that if I didn’t sleep with him he wouldn’t like me anymore. So I gave in, and he took me to a freezing cold trailer that smelled like skunk. And that’s how I lost my virginity. It was nothing like I expected it to be and actually I hated it. To make things worse, Tyler stopped talking to me that night. I felt used and taken advantage of, but I had no choice but to move on and let go. Tyler didn’t even like me; he just took from me what I can never get back. At first I only told my best friend Brenda what happened and I wore a smile and pretended that my heart wasn’t broken.
I Want You Right Now
Submitted by Imagine on Thu, 2008-04-17 13:10. Love Stories“I love your blue eyes and blonde hair”, he says. The thoughts that run through my mind as I picture his lips moving as he speaks. He makes me feel so lusty. Lust. Lust. Lust. That rhymes with must. But, I can’t. I won’t.
It excites me to think about that approaching moment each week. Day by day I count the minutes to those nights to find out what new adventure awaits me behind his door. What will he come up with tonight to arouse my curiosity to the limits?
"I'm so lucky to have you..."
Submitted by The Doc on Mon, 2007-03-26 18:50. Love Stories"I'm so lucky to have you..."
You realize how good life is when the first thing you hear in the morning are those words said with utmost sincerity. and your morning starts to shine as if the world smiles at you. life really is funny... just when you think everything's going as bad as it can get, you make one turn around the corner and it all changes. and then you begin to understand the reasons you have not been able to comprehend some time ago in your distant past...
Life is good... especially when you are appreciated and respected for the human being that you are. you may pass through points in time when your worth as a person is questioned by the very people dear to you but then it ends. it's true that there is light at the end of a long, sad journey... you just go through that phase, trying to keep your head up and then ultimately you move on. trust me you do... and when you eventually find that one person who makes you feel priceless... who thinks the world of you... and who equates having you as a lucky stroke... you will know that the hardships you had to encounter before arriving at your destination were all worth it.
Dentist
Submitted by henka on Thu, 2007-02-01 14:47. Love StoriesI was 16 when I met him and he was already at a university studying to become a dentist. So, let’s call him “Dentist”. He was my first love.
Some moments in life are priceless. Like the one in the tram. Squished by other people, struggling to find a place to hold onto, our hands found each other for the first time. I will always remember the evening of our never ending kissing (and the swollen lips I was so proud of the next day). Or winter nights, when I was standing for hours by a phone on a street, freezing, but longing to talk to him about his day or pretty much anything. His biggest hobby was photography, which was great, because even today I can take a look at the pictures, see my face filled with love and feel the moment once again. I received many long letters from him, since his school was in a far away town, and my mom was laughing as I was trying to find just the right paper to write him back.
Lessons Learned at the Airport
Submitted by Ceska on Wed, 2006-05-24 11:34. Love StoriesAlmost 20 years ago this scene transpired at the Palm Springs airport:
David and I had spent our first weekend together and we had fallen hopelessly in love. We knew our lives were destined for imminent change that would require inner strength and profound commitment toward creating our future together. He was returning to Seattle and I would be flying soon to Chicago to work a trip as a flight attendant.
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