Sisters with intelligible differences embark upon a world of romance. They share life's challenges through family crises and the thrill of every day encounters.
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Simone and Sabrian, sisters with intelligible differences venture into the world of romance. Each finds themsleves capturing the hears and minds of "Good Guys" without effort. Simone, bouncing back from heartache relationships, seems excited to swim in the river of romance Rodney offers. Sabrina, the aggressive model, finds herself having the fling of fun without fear of emotions; unduly while Lorenz studies to become a doctor.
Relationships develop during the rollercoaster of emotions; death, sickness, happiness, and anger, while Rodney and Lorenz continually pursue their ideal love of a lifetime. Romance at it's basic form and with the excitement and thrill of everyday encounters. This story gives the reader the view from Good Guys contributing to win love and fails to reach their objective hearts by falter.
“How lovely it would be for us to just find common interest,” she thought. “It would be hot to get him out of those scrubs and into my bath, with candles, bubbles, wine, strawberries, and of course me. We’ll explore our bodies to depths of hysteria.” Breathing deeply, she finds herself envisioning the curves of his body. His muscular build, the smooth wet skin accented with flickering candlelight, the physique slim but defined, and of course his gift for women hanging with fullness like the finger in a hand of bananas, all run together in a single thought. Now in a pant, she finds herself trembling with desire, hot as a summer’s day in July, leaning against her door frame for balance. She’s at the door in her moment, feeling the goodness of desires, while throbbing nerve endings palpate her sensitive zones. She sighs in relief as her thoughts change to speed the decent to a normal state.
He stares deeply in my eyes, as if a message from his heart alludes to his secret desires. His arms are strong, shapely as a Greek god. His chest is muscular in definition. His abdominals are cut like a middle weight boxer. His legs are shaped like a 100 meter track runner. His voice sounds like the melodic whisper of a deep voice radio announcer playing love ballads in the late evening. His touch, gentle, smooth, and effective, coupled with his focus has a tremendous effect on the spots that counted the most. His thrust was consistently smooth as the push rod of a locomotive. His eyes were deeply entranced into mine as he passed multiple messages from his heart. His embrace, strong and firm, holding me in one spot where moving is difficult, like cornering me into a position of pleasure. His move, his touch, his strength, my breathing changes, a moan comes to my throat, and the combination brings me to…….WAKE UP.
No wonder I’m in such a great mood. If that only happened in real life? What a dream, girl what a dream. I haven’t had one with such intensity in a long time. If this isn’t excitement before a date, I don’t know what is.