This day three years ago when Briella was born, I was in Australia. My sister was about to give birth for the first time, but that didn't stop me from leaving the country for work. And when I found out she was in labour, I didn't fly back early, I stayed until my business was dealt with and met Brie
Amelia's P.O.VI have absolutely no idea where we are. We've been walking aimlessly around Rome for a while now, just going wherever the path seems to take us. But Rhode seems to know where we are and where we're going next, so I hold onto his hand nice and tight."Look, I’m not saying it was a bad
"I can't believe we have to go back in two weeks" I break the silence with a gentle sigh. We've been away for two weeks already and we only have two more to go. It was the most time I felt comfortable asking for off of work while still being so new to my job."We could stay for longer if we wanted"
"I guess so." Rhode responds somewhat shyly. I know these sorts of things are hard for him, but he's become remarkably better at them since starting therapy last year."He's always looking out for you." I add with a small smile as I angle my head to look up at him. Rhode looks ahead at the fountain,
It's a beautiful story, and it fits perfectly into the story that we've created between us two. We took a chance on each other, without knowing when or if or how it would work out. There have been so many obstacles in our way, put there by others and also by ourselves, but we fought through them. I
The door to his office soon shuts and the world is my own for the next little while. I walk into the bedroom and pull the blinds shut, kick off my shoes and lay down on the bed hoping that soon the overwhelming need for sleep will appear and allow me to get some rest. I wait and wait and wait, and n
Biting down on my bottom lip and trying to breathe evenly, I slowly inch the vibrator down onto the most sensitive point, tipping my head backwards and curling my toes at the immediate and strong sensation it illicits. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment and collect myself before lifting my head bac
I slide my free hand up his thigh and under his shirt, softly scratching my nails across his stomach in a way that I know drives him particularly crazy. He responds by bucking his hips up against me, pushing himself further down my throat. I let out a small and muffled moan that I hope was quiet eno