This morning I decided to burn all that belonged to Martin. Just then, I found a small box. I opened the box to see photos from his childhood days, but what got my attention was the white sheet of papers that I didn't pick up.It was poems. I reminisced Martin used to send me poems when we started dating, but the poems am holding doesn't possess Martin's writing and Martin is not a romantic type as I've discovered when we got married, but another possessed Martin's writing. At the end of every poem with different writing, I saw the name of the writer, Raymond Mcman. It all made sense that Raymond Mcman was the original writer from what I read,Vanessa,You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.The way you stand tall, your strength and your undying beauty amaze me.Though storm clouds hover above you, your branches span the sky.In search of the radiant sunlight, you count on to survive.When t

After the sex they had, Raymond went home and their lovemaking still played in his head - Venessa gazed at me with a serious, longing expression, reflecting it with her desire. I slid down along her body toward the final unknown territory of her body. I craved the opportunity to explore the limits of her private femininity with tenderness and adoration and there it was, obscured by just one small piece of fabric.I grasped her panties, eye-to-eye with the apex between her thighs. I began to slide them down, slowly, savoring the moment. A sharp line of hair emerged, then more after, until a soft, thin bush blossomed forth. Neatly groomed, it was not too thick, having the appearance of light brown, silky fur. I continued downward until I saw the delicate pink flesh of her labia emerge, much sparser with its finespun, gossamer hair, and already quite swollen with erotic excitement. I found myself so entranced with the exquisite lips of her naked pussy that I lost myself for a mo

Raymond kept on reminiscing their lovemaking - If I had to describe the expression that began to subsequently develop on her face, it would simply be the perfect distillation of joy. Her eyes were filled with silent laughter. Her mouth curled at the sides, struggling to maintain composure before it flourished into a fully realized grin that reached ear to ear. We fucked hungrily, facing each other with open hearts and obvious amusement. I grasped at her boobs as they shifted up and down her chest, excited by the movement of her body and the felicity with which she eagerly pumped her hips against mine.She reached up and touched my chest, running her hands over it, brushing her fingers through the light hair in the narrow channel between my abs. Venessa seemed as enthralled by my nipples as I was with hers. They hardened against my palms as I helped myself to those soft, jostling mounds of warm flesh. From time to time, Venessa craned her head to glance at our hips, moving with

I went home after having sex with him. I laid on my bed, remembering what just happened. We had sex without a condom and he poured his cum inside of me. It wasn't long until I heard voices that came from the living room. I headed downstairs to check who it was, sadly, it was the cops.The man held a warrant for my arrest on the ground of being charged with murder in the first degree. When they saw me descending from the stairs, they wasted no time handcuffing me. My mom cried as I was escorted out of the house.The heat in the car was terrible, and when I asked one of the officers to turn on the AC, he rudely said that I should adjust to the heat.One of the officers was white and the other was black. The white officer dragged me toward the station. He said something on an intercom, then a connecting door buzzed open.He placed me down on a booking desk. I began answering questions. Just after that, the white officer pulled me up and stood me

Next Tuesday I'd surely be moved out of the maximum security section, into minimum security.I'd just finished a meal, served in my locked cell on an insulated plastic tray, where two inmates came to the door. "Hey Venessa, it's me Emily and this is my friend Kelly. You don't seem happy but this will cheer you up a bit." Emily handed me the notes, which read;The Man I Am If you would ever want to spend your life with a man like me, then you deserve to know the man I am.After you leave jail and you and I are both married, trust me to keep your love tank full.Upon returning home I will find you first before doing anything else and hug you.I'll ask specific questions about your day.My kind of man is romantic;Listening to you and asking questions.Will never solve your problems, empathize instead.Give you unsolicited, quality attention.Bring you flowers as a surprise as well as on special oc