NICHOLAS When I wanted to praise Julie for her courage, I thought for a moment about how she got the courage to kiss my neck. She did not even have alcohol in her system that night, yet she courageously pushed me to the restroom and had her way with me.But now when I look at her, I can understand that the courage inside her opens only for me. It is only for me that she frees herself so much that the desire to kiss me flows within her and she openly comes to kiss me. But remembering last night, I would like to appreciate not only her courage but also her cleverness. I mean first I thought she was drunk so she could not resist the urge to kiss me. But when I found her sober — because I could not smell alcohol in her system — I thought that she wanted to kiss me because she wanted to. Well yeah, as time passed, she kept kissing me until she found us moving further and then moved back, feigning that she regretted doing it in the wrong place. Wrong place? No way, I knew she took car

JULIEIt was an hour-and-a-half exam and the whole time I felt that Mr. Taylor was standing over my head. After the distribution of sheets, I gave my full focus to the questions. Although I found some questions difficult, while doing them, they also became easy to solve. Accountancy is not that difficult. Plus, having Mr. Taylor on my head while doing the paper was not too easy. He was making me nervous — making me feel like he was watching everything. He was taking care of everything, seeing how I am solving the questions. At the third question, he rushed to correct me but stopped himself from doing so. I could understand why he did not rush to help me. He is a professor, after all. He cannot bias a student. But I smiled when I saw his restlessness for me. I felt special. For a moment, I kept staring at him, walking back to his desk and keeping an eye on each student from there. I was overwhelmed to know Mr. Taylor was wanting to help me. When he found I was not solving the ques

JULIEI thought I was going to have an amazing trip but I think Ms. Hudgens was sent to ruin it somehow. I sat with Blue and Mr. Taylor was sitting with Ms. Hudgens. From my seat, I could watch them easily. They were having small conversations in the middle. Although Mr. Taylor is not as talkative as Ms. Hudgens, Ms. Hudgens talks a lot, so every minute she was pulling my attention towards her, troubling Mr. Taylor. Mr. Taylor was answering her politely as usual but when he covered his eyes with a sleep mask, I understood that Mr. Taylor was not at all interested in talking to her. By the way, I knew this very easily, so why could not Ms. Hudgens know it easily? I am very surprised. If she could not understand even this little thing, then I think she still needs to learn a lot. Well, I do not care anymore. I was agonizing at my place while looking at them, and could not sit properly even for a moment, but seeing Mr. Taylor, my jealousy subsided. Now I can breathe a sigh of reli

JULIEIt is like life has left my body before re-entering it with surprise. I could not believe until now that Mr. Taylor would ever kiss me. I have always looked at his lips from a distance and have praised them in my heart and mind. I have guessed their tenderness by looking at their pinkish glow from a distance. But now by touching them – with my own lips – I can feel that they are just as soft as I had imagined. Rather softer than my imagination. As soft as the snow of the first December, as cool as the weather right now, as luscious as my favorite food, and as responsive as…A moan escapes me when he sucks on my bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and tugging on it gently. I lose my breath and my hands fly up to hold his shoulder for support. I kiss him back with the same fervor. He growls into my mouth, making me shiver in his hold. My heart skips a beat at that erotic sound and I know I am summoned to it shamelessly. We open our mouths and my tongue meets him, pus

JULIEHis kiss was fascinating. It was full of emotions. It made me feel thousands of things at the same time, in the exact place. His lips were soft. He was possessive. The way he held me was so amazing that I could feel butterflies dancing in my stomach. I knew the sparks that erupted under my skin took the form of fire burning within me. He made me feel giddy and peaceful at the same time. I knew what I was doing yet I found myself lost in him, in his kiss, in his touch that set my body on fire. And at that time, I did not even care about how people around us were reacting as they saw us kissing but I knew for sure that I was loving, enjoying, and falling for every bit of it. But we had to pull apart. "Why did you stop?" "Is it a place to do this all?" "Well, right!" He said that because he looked around us and indeed we got almost everybody's attention there. But in my eyes, I found it too romantic to let it go at that time. Imagine yourself kissing your crush — the man of d