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This is a Fact-Fiction story of my own personal desires. Enjoy...

A record of my initiation into face sitting and oral sex which drove my curiosity and interest further on later when my family moved away from my cousin.

People can take many things from me, the one that they will never take again is my voice, my values and unfortunately my memories of how it happened. I love my son and wouldn't change him but I do wish it hadn't been this way that I was blessed with him. All I can do now, is help myself heal, is to write and hope someone can learn from it.

Another day, another place, another stranger. But boy, is he even real? It felt like this guy has been hand-crafted to make me despise & love someone at the same time. Since my tendency to fall for every other guy can often land me into difficult sitches, I decided to not to go with the flow this time. I'm not gonna let my hormones get the best of me anymore. I can't sustain to mess this one up. So for the first time in a long time I decided? to shut the fuck up about my ever-fluctuating feelings and pretend to be cool.

mera naam shaikh khurram hai, or ye daastan hai hum teen doston ki, main mera parosi(ammad) or hum sub main badchoda(gorilla) hum usy pyaar sy gorila kehte hain.. Ye baat hai 2011 ki jub hum 3 dost ek accidnet main mile.. Or wo accident us natasha ki waja say hua, natasha humary muhallay ki sub say sexy or bary boobs wali larki thi, natasha ki new new shadi hui thi, or uska shohar army main capton tha, jo apne kaam k sil sily main bahar ata jata tha, ye baat humain pta chali bachoday say, kyun k uski connection bohat thi muhallay main, phir humne ye faisla kya k jissko mili natasha uski, pehla hadsa hua mare sath, main ek dafa muhallay say usky ghr k paas say guzar rha tha, k achanak mari nazar usky kitchen main pari, wo wahan khari bina dupaty k sufaid shalwaar kameez main bartan dho rhi thi, uska pasina behte behte gardan say hoty hue usky mummon main ja rha tha,wo ahista say apni zulfain theem karti or hath maarti apny mummo k pasiny ko pohchti, ye manzar mari zindagi ka pehla manzar tha jb maine mene kisi k mummay itni Kareeb say dekhe the, wese main blue filmx ka tharki to tha, magar apni zindagi main pehli baar dekh kr mera lund khara hogya, main wahan say hil nhi saka, maine uski taraf ghor kia to wo bhe mujhe dekh rhi thi k mai usky mummo ko dekh rha hun,main wahan say shrminda ko k chala gya or wo sharmate hue andr chali gyi,dusra wakiye hua ammad k sath, humari coliny ka sb sy ameer or smart lrka,ammar ka ghr do manzila tha.ammar ek dafa chat pr khara hua jhaank rha tha k uski nazar natasha pr gyi, natasha apni chat pe kapre dho rhi thi,k achanak usky hath say baalti gir gyi, uski puri shalwar gudno sy upr tk geeli hogyi,ammad ye dekh kr heraan hua or dewaar pr tekne laga, is cheez ny usy bht khuar bna dya tha, or sonay pr suhaga ye hua k natasha ne apni shalwar k…

Beach therapy...

Two lone Mums mind each other..

Everyone has a lesson to learn, we all learn the same lesson but each in our own way, some lessons come hard. Everyone's story is unique and when we tell our stories we hope our loved ones take heed in hopes they don't make the same mistakes. This is one I share with my daughters.

We All Have Secrets. The mistakes within this story were left in on purpose. In life there are no options to go back and make changes. This is how the words flowed to my mind. My fingers shook and missed strokes but I was completely honest. Thanks in advance for your time. 1 (800) 273-8255 National Suicide Prevention Lifeline Hours: 24 hours, 7 days a week Languages: English, Spanish