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Gaia_Lorraine said:
People politics is what it's all about.
Maybe, just maybe
One day we will learn
To understand one another
But that I do doubt

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You sure created quite a place for "debate" Gaia... :x

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SelenaKittyn said:
Let's change the topic...

milk chocolate or dark?

discuss!

:D
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Now you have hit the real ME :)
Milk is my fave, dark can taste bitter. But with a sweet filling the blend is to die for!
 
scriptordelecto said:
If you don't mind my being a nosy little slut...what kind of surgery?
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Gastric Bypass Roux N y. I had it done in June of 05
 
Eager to know your opinions.
Should I extend this true story further or lay it to rest in my mind?

Noreen.


Students are always broke, it is difficult to make ends meet. And so it was that after my first year at university in lodgings and eager to have even more freedom to do as I chose, the only way to afford a flat was to share. The course we were on was very small in number as it was a four year sandwich course that took us out from the acedemic world for two periods of six months in Years 2 and 3; returning for the final full acedemic year in Year 4. Out of 24 of us that started the course we were already down to 16 by the end of the first year, and we were not to know then that only 12 would complete the full four years. So there were a limited number of potential flat mates, and friendships had already been forged in the first year limiting the combinations even more.

Our group of four was finally chosen consisting of myself, Noreen and Richard from our course and another guy Derry who was on the normal 3 year course. Noreen and I were to share a flat regardless as we had become good friends but the inclusion of two others meant we could get a bigger place. We were very lucky to find what we did and we were to spend our remaining 3 years living in Eccles in a quiet tree-lined avenue. The flat had two floors but was an upper storey flat consisted of a large lounge that we never used except for parties and a smaller dining area with a pantry kitchen where we spent most of our evenings together. Upstairs were two single bedrooms, a twin-bedded room and a bathroom. It was a natural choice for Noreen and myself to share while the boys had their own rooms. The address was 13a Belgrave Crescent and became affectionately know simply as 13a.

Life was fun as we quickly adapted to our new routines and got to know each other better, we were all chilled and became good friends. There were no rules in the flat apart from the one. Myself and Noreen instigated this, there was no way that we were going to end up doing all the cooking, so we had a rota whereby each day one of us shopped, the second cooked, the third washed up and cleaned, while the fourth had a day off. Other than that the evenings were spent playing cards and games, often with a final dash to the pub for last orders. After lights Noreen and I would laugh and chatter ourselves to sleep.

There were many members of the opposite sex that passed through our portals as each of us courted our way through young life. Boyfriends and girlfriends came and went like a never ending stream but both Noreen and I began to settle with our respective men, so much so that she became engaged to Paul. Sadly he was I guy I didn’t like, he was cockie and arrogant, I tried to advise her but soon learned that she would always shoot me down when I did. I thought it wise to keep quiet and leave them to it. What was worse he was an old school pal whom she had met one weekend when I took her with me to Chorley to meet my parents and friends. So I knew him pretty well and I had never liked him, and now my best friend was engaged to him!

But the acedemic year wore on and the moment approaching when we would all split up temporarily as we would venture out for our first 6 months working in some scientific field. I had asked my tutor for the opportunity to work in some medical field and with the local contacts they secured me a post at Hope Hospital, literally just round the corner about a half mile away. I was to start working there on April 1st (don’t say it) through to September 30th, and it was perfectly suited because I already had accomodation and its location was perfect for me. And then came a wonderful surprise, Noreen had secured a job as a lab technician at the university . The beauty of this was that I had someone else with me in the flat during the two weeks of the Easter break and the long three months of summer. The thought of being alone didn’t scare me but, after the mayhem of a university term the silence would be a shock to my system and outside of university life I had no friends in Eccles.

Richard was off to work in the sugar industry in Kings Lynn and now we had a vacancy for the Spring term that we quickly managed to fill with a guy called Mike, a very likeable friend whom we all knew would fit in well. And as Easter edged ever closer Noreen and I started our new jobs and then suddenly found ourselves living together without the usual hustle and bustle of 13a. We quickly took advantage of the space and moved into our own separate bedrooms.

It happened the Easter weekend in the attic bedroom that I had staked a claim on. I was sitting on my floor mattress beneath the sloping roof reading a book when I heard her knock. She asked if she could come in. Of course I said “Yes” and thought it strange that she should ask.

“You OK to talk?” she asked.

“Of course,” I sensed that something was troubling her. “What is the matter?”

“Promise me you won’t say anything to patronise.”

I promised her and began to listen. She told me that she and Paul had split up, that their engagement was now officially over. I was in a torn mind, sorry for her and at the same time pleased that the inevitable happened.



I opened my huge mouth and put my foot in it, “I have always said that you were better than him.”

At that she stood up, “I knew you were going to say something like that,” and started to walk out of the room.

I leapt from my mattress and grabbed her hand, “I’m so sorry, I won’t say anything like that again, please come back,” I pleaded.

I was so relieved as she stopped without any hesitation, and I realised that she desperately needed to talk to me about it despite my initial faux pas. And so we sat together on the mattress as she began to open her heart out to me. I held her in my arms as she cried her pain on my shoulder, squeezing her with sympathy and allowing my tears to mingle in her hair. Her long shiny jet black hair.

Noreen was a very attractive girl with wide brown eyes and perfect cheek bones and a figure to match. Her easily tanned skin I had always been envious of in contrast to my own pale complexion and I had never been so physically close to her before to share in her beauty.

I felt her raising her head and my lips moved away from her hair. Suddenly we were face to face as I saw her real tears of hurt. It was with love for our friendship that I began to wipe the tears from her cheeks and began kiss away the pain. Initially there had never been that intention between us, but now in an extreme moment our lips were hovering so close together and needing comfort.

The moment was intense. A few seconds that felt like minutes as we prepared ourselves for what we both knew was about to happen. A deep penetration into each other’s eyes searching for any hint of hesitation. The first tentative kiss on the lips to see if it is accepted. And then pure bliss as our mouths opened willingly and all barriers were cast aside.

The kiss was pure electric, no one had ever made me feel so aroused before in what had been just a few seconds.
 
Should I extend this true story further or lay it to rest in my mind?
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Short answer; :nana:

Longer answer; sometimes turning them into stories is the only way you can lay these things to rest... :rose:
 
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...just stumbled across this thread.
Lorraine - your nipples are not too big.
end of debate: delicious fast food candy delights for the fetishists out here.
I rudely demand you tell more true stories about how you get aroused.
:D
 
droid said:
...just stumbled across this thread.
Lorraine - your nipples are not too big.
end of debate: delicious fast food candy delights for the fetishists out here.
I rudely demand you tell more true stories about how you get aroused.
:D
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Mmmmmmm... sounds interesting. And maybe yet another subject for discussion?

Do tell Lorraine ;)

:kiss::kiss::rose:
 
Sienna said:
Mmmmmmm... sounds interesting. And maybe yet another subject for discussion?

Do tell Lorraine ;)

:kiss::kiss::rose:
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I fully concur with the lovely Sienna, and would add that the story above should definitely be continued (unless it's finished already and I just missed it).
 
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