Scene: its night time, we are walking in a forest area, heading back to a wedding we attended. We needed to get air. You just wrapped your jacket around my shoulders, because I was getting chilly...

 "I dread going back to that house" I say in a tired sigh. "The pain will only last a couple of more hours" you replay back reassuringly. I stop walking; I look in to your hazel eyes. "Kiss me?" You hold my face in both your hands, "gladly" you respond before you gently kiss my lips. I linked my arms around your neck pulling you in closer, wanting to taste you, all of you. I nudge your bottom lip with my top lip; lick your top lip with the tip of my tongue, tasting the salt on your lips. You slowly move your hand to the back of my head, pulling on my hair that is wrapped between your fingers. I let out a quiet moan. You put your tongue in my mouth and I massage it with mine, you go to pull back, but as you do I suck on your warm tongue tasting the last bit of Champaign you just drank twenty minutes before our walk. You push me up against a tree, pulling down the top of my dress exposing my breasts; your mouth crushes down on them. You gently tug and pull on them with your teeth, your sucking sensation leaving me breathless. I pull myself together and push your back to a tree, taking your mouth with mine again.

I grab your already hard manhood in my hand rubbing it over top of your pants; I can feel it already pulsing with each rub. I undo your zipper and button exposing your hard throbbing appendage. I stroke it with my hand. As I kneel down, I kiss you over top your shirt until I get to the end and put your hard cock in my mouth licking it like a melting ice cream, sucking the sides, sliding it up and down my hot wet tongue, and then finally engulfing it in my mouth. You taste so good. I look up at you to see if you are enjoying it. You take the back of my head with your hand and go along with the motions.

After a couple more licks, slurps, and sucks you lay me down on the forest floor. You slowly pull off my mesh panties; you lay next to me and start kissing me rubbing your fingers over my hot sweet spot. I start to wiggle and giggle when you start playing with my clit. you tease my mouth with your tongue as you lick and caress my lips. I moan. You start making your way down, sucking and kissing my body. You flick my clit with your tongue as you slide your finger in and out of me. I push and pull your head to me. You circle my steaming pussy with your tongue, giving it one more rub with your hand before you crush my mouth with a kiss, letting me taste myself. Oh so sweet.

You slide your cock in to me. I wince for it has been a while since I've been with a man. It's tight at first, until my walls start molding itself to the shape of your member with each thrust, your reading me like an open book. I grab at your back, moaning your name, lost in ecstasy from your movements. I slide you off of me so I can sit on your hard cock. I glide you in me slowly, your hands on my thighs I grind you to where you’re pushing and pulling me down to you, you can't figure out what you want.

The feeling feels magical. We lose control and reach our peek together. I claps beside you in the moonlight. Both breathing heavy. We look at each other and laugh. closing our eyes and listening to the music in the distance.

***This is just my way of looking at it***

Most people “fall in love” at some point of a life stage. It is a very enjoyable feeling of completeness and it creates a sense of direction in life. Then how come some people fall in love and it brings them misery? How can a person tell if they are really in love, or if they are just feeling the chemical reaction taking place in the body? Love is something that must grow, it does not just happen.

 How sad and meaningless would life be, if people didn’t see any reasons to live for? Most of individuals search for that meaning to life, and a great amount of them find the answer in love. A person that “falls in love” feels complete. Love creates a sense of direction that a person wants to follow in order to stay happy, and satisfy the other side of the relationship. The feeling becomes so strong at some points, that it almost feels like there is nothing that can stand in the path of it. A person that feels love is more active, they feel like they can achieve anything, they feel good about themselves.

 So how come sometimes that feeling turns around and creates more problems than good? Why is it that some people stay together forever, and others brake apart and become to hate each other? It is very easy for a person to be blinded by the opposite sex, and think they want to spend more time with them. Some people make certain decisions too early into the relationship that is starting to develop. The worst happens when one side of the relationship is becoming really involved, yet the other side cares less. Often one of the sides becomes frightened that they are getting into something too serious and end up “dropping out” of the relationship. What the other person is left with is quotes like: “But I loved him/her so much”, “I was just trying to do my best to keep us together, where did I go wrong?”, “All I wanted was someone that would always be there for me, I felt like he/she was that person, how come they didn’t?” etc. People should not rush into things like that, that is why they end up getting hurt at the end. And that also brings me down to the topic of the “real love” versus the “chemical love”.

 The “chemical love” is basically a reaction that takes place in our body. Just like fright, thrill, sadness, are just chemical “feelings”. For example: after watching a scary movie for the first time, a person is frightened by the events that take place in that movie. Yet the second time they watch the same movie, they don’t get the same feeling out of it, and after the third time they don’t care much for it at all. What I’m trying to say is that the chemical love is what gets people in trouble. This is exactly why people get into relationships too early, and most of the time they either get bored of each other, or one of the sides does not put much interest into the relationship, just the basic physical “stuff”.

Now on the other hand, the “real love is something that I personally pursue. In my books, a person does not feel the real love when they are attracted to the opposite sex. Like mentioned before, it is just a chemical reaction taking place. The real love is when two people are there for each other. The two people pay great attention to the relationship, and they are both committed to it. It is when two people can, and want to stay with each other, and are satisfied. They do not need anybody else for that matter. That is the real love (by short).

So how can a person know that they have this “real love” thing going on? By getting to know the opposite really well, and spending as much time as possible with them it is possible to get an idea where the relationship is standing. Obviously the “butterflies in the stomach” effect will not appear constantly. Obviously situations of disagreement will occur in the relationship, and they either affect the relationship, or they get solved, compromised. On the other hand, a “chemical love” will not last for long. It is just a feeling of attraction and something new that happens in our life. It has nothing to do with future events that will take place in the relationship, nor does it create any form of relationship. It is not about care, and commitment.

 It takes a great amount of time to get to know a person fully enough to love them. A couple, a few, or more years. Love is something that just like a tree needs to grow before it reaches its full form. A tree cannot be planted, and the next day found blooming with fruit. It needs to be taken care of, it needs certain amounts of sun, water, and space, and so does love. You cannot speed up the process of a tree growing. You could feed it chemicals, but would that be really that healthy for it in the long run? Just like you should not rush into a relationship, and use the word love too early, or even think about it too early. You need to give it space; you need to give it time. By taking care of it the relationship, and making sure the other person is doing the same, you can then be sure that you are in for the “good stuff”. Most importantly: “you love him/her, she/he don’t love you back?”. Drop it. Seriously, why put effort into a relationship when the other person doesn’t care for it? That’s pretty much like imposing what you want on them. And that never ends up being any good. Think about it? When looking at a little kid that is being forced to … hmmmm … lets say going to church. That kid will most likely start hating church, and will never want to go back there when he/she grows up. Where if it was left up to him/her, he/she would most likely keep going to church. (of course I’m aware that this is a pretty poor example, because getting deeper into the issue of church, the outcomes are more connected to the religious side of the person, but its just an example, ALRITE? Hehe)

Most people need to be loved, and love at the same time. Love can be a very good and beneficial thing, as long as it is considered in its full form. Chemical reactions in our bodies are there for a reason , but they are not the reason behind everything. Feeling love and being in love are two different things. People must come to the point where they can tell the feeling from the real thing apart. Love does not have to be a misery. If it is, then you’re most likely not involved with the right person for you. Let it grow, and let it be the beautiful thing that it can be.

-allie 

One simple, two syllable word encompasses such a wide array of points of view and diverse opinions: killing. How is it justifiable? I mean if a man kills another man it’s considered murder, homicide, manslaughter, or whatever you wish to call it. Basically, to put it rather bluntly, it is unacceptable in our present society. If a man kills his child, he goes to jail. If a man kills his dog, he goes to jail. This behavior is all considered wrong. However, man kills thousands of cows, chickens, ducks, etc every day and no one cares. What really is the difference between a chicken and a dog? Say you look out side and your neighbor’s slaughtering a chicken in his backyard. I mean, you may be taken a bit aback but still, nothing really out of the ordinary. However, say you look outside and see Jack next door cutting off his dog’s head and skinning the body. Now you might say something.

So you smack the mosquito on your arm. You just voluntarily took something’s life away. Who’s to say it was that mosquito’s time to go? Who’s to say you had the right to kill it? I mean, if we can kill mosquitoes and cows and chickens, why can’t we kill dogs and cats and children and people? It’s a known fact that we as humans can’t play God. Well then, by killing ANYTHING that lives, are we not “playing God” or attempting to in some way? How low in the food chain do we have to go until homicide is acceptable? All I’m saying is, when is killing right? When is it acceptable? And furthermore, who’s to say it’s ok to kill one thing and not another? Do we have that power as humans? I sure as hell don’t think so but maybe that’s just me.

Love is like speeding down the road,lusting for the rush of adrenaline you get from the danger. The blood enveloping your lifeless body after the smash up is great too.It's got to make a person wonder, why do we jumpoff of cliffs? I KNOW! So we can hit the bottom and break ourselves!!!!!! Not really, and yet, that's usually the end result.

Every day we're out there living our lives, taking risks, being"brave" I wish I knew what it felt like to be smart, instead of brave. You know, to protect myself, instead of destroy myself. I laugh at the fact that I write with so much feeling when right now, I really feel nothing. Well, I suppose that's a lie, I feel a distant ache in the back of my throat, but that will die when I get over him.

I guess the thing is, I love love. I love to love people. Nothing in the world will ever make me happier than loving and being loved in return. Whether that be friends, family, or a "significant other" love is just something that makes the world go round. "I love you." It's the most special thing I've ever heard or said in my life. And I mean it every time I say it.

Lacking love is...like being dead inside. It's like being colorblind. I don't want to say I'm"addicted"to love, because I don't think that's it. I just have SO much love to give, and it seems a lot of the time like no one is receptive to those feelings. It's said that the things you experience when you're in love are some of the most special things that will ever happen to you in your life.

Those experiences are only wonderful when you are experiencing them though. I don't really know if what I thrive for exists. I mean,  I've seen so many relationships that seemed so great go so terribly wrong. The first serious relationship I was in was destroyed by sex, and the second was destroyed by circumstances beyond my control. I don't really know that the second serious relationship I was in existed at all, actually.

It's easy, when you mess up, to take your mistakes and learn from them, but what happens when it's not your mistake? Then, how do you learn from it?? How do you know in advance that the one you love or wish to fall in love with doesn't have some emotional baggage that seems to diminish but then returns to destroy what you had? When do you KNOW the past is in the past?

The answer is, you really don't. That's my problem. I WANT to know, I really do. I want to be sure that I"m risking my heart for something that stands a chance. At the beginning of my last relationship, I wasn't sure, and I wrote poetry about it, and you know what? My instincts were right, and I DIDN'T listen to them! That is not going to happen again to me. I'm not some stupid doormat. I'm glad I've been hurt because now I can stop it from happening again by closing the door.  

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.

When something wonderful happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.

 There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it's like being young again.

 Colors seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn't exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day's work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there's no need for continuous conversation, but you find you're quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.

You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there's a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible.

You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that's so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.