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...We were at her house watching a dvd in her living room. She started kissing my chest. I kissed her back and she started to take off my shirt. Her parents weren't home. So I took off her shirt. She unzipped the zipper of my jeans... She took off her jeans .... It was my first time....I felt so happy.
A week after she and her family moved , but I always remember her .

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On 29 May 2010 at 06:43 am - My Story - by Brandon

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It's all about love

I want to write about love, too.

Love in a material world? Yes there is love. I have much love inside me. I have much love to give.
I need to give love. But you don't understand it. OK. It's my fault.
Many mistakes. I build on my mistakes. I regret, or don't I? I am not sure.
We all ask from the others to understand us. We all think ,we are so special. Are we? No.
We are common human beings. But every human being has a heart, a soul. This makes it special.
Every heart needs love. But has every heart love to give?
I make mistakes baby. Sometimes I am quite wrong. But I have much love to give. I am not an egoist.
I am sorry I haven't a personal video to express my feelings, but I will add a song soon .You know it. "My All".

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On 29 May 2010 at 06:43 am - My Story - by man32

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Strange

Something very funny happens to me. I analyze all my feelings, as I was someone else. I think my thoughts! I am a cold and hard judge and if I get a 'good' verdict, I am satisfied with myself.

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On 29 May 2010 at 06:42 am - Just Stories - by Hippolytus

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My All

me...
and me...
where are you?
WHERE ARE YOU?
night, nightmare
I miss you
My All
Is it a bad dream? Where are you.
What am I doing here?
Wrong turn.
Wrong me.

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On 29 May 2010 at 06:38 am - Just Stories - by Ian

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One day...

Some months ago I was in love with a girl named A.
Everything was nice for my eyes, life was so beautiful.
I was living every moment. I felt a very deep love and I believed it would last for ever...
A. used to say we always must tell the truth between us, even if we did a mistake, even if we did a huge mistake. So our relationship would have a real basis.
By this way our love could live in the time...
J. was my best friend. I was happy to have a friend like him and yes I know that you guess the continuity...
One day.....one day I saw both of them A. and J. in bed!
It was like a nuclear bomb in my head, in my mind, in my body, in my soul, in my existance.
I have never seen them again. I don't want to see them again. I don't want to hear their apologizes. I don't want to hear that it was an instant mistake.
The days were difficult, very difficult. The time was slow and the pain was an awful feeling.
Sometimes I see my life as a show. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's horrible. But the show must go on. I have to go on.

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On 29 May 2010 at 06:37 am - My Story - by Pain J.

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Fear

The night was very dark. No moon. No stars.
Next town was miles away and my breath was fast and loud.
There are times in a life ,you have to leave your destiny to luck, or God.
This was my time.
I felt fear.
I heard a walking behind me and as I had a look I saw only shadows.
But believe it or not, the lights of a car gave me courage. It was a mirracle. A car in the middle of nowhere. Thanks God! I'm alive.

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On 29 May 2010 at 06:36 am - Just Stories - by Ernesto

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My story

4 years ago I married my ex because of pregnancy but also love. I had heard a lot about her, but I didn't neglect because I was blind by love. I worked hard ,so I offered her a life with comforts. After some months her behavior changed towards me. She suddenly became very cold and we had no sexual contact since then. Then she began to get out in the night (1:30-2:00) and return in the morning (5:30 to 8:00) .When I asked about where was she, she answered "Oh now, let me. I went to walk a little to get air". So I decided to have one week vacation together. The evening was again the same. She left at 1:30 and returned at 5:40. The existence of a third person was obviously. ..... And this was the end.

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On 29 May 2010 at 06:16 am - My Story - by Mat

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My All 2 Broken glasses

I'm breathing for you
in the middle of the desert.
I'm breathing for you
in the middle of New York.
I am lonely as ever,
almost ever.
I have to go on without you.
It is hard, it's a pain.
Sometimes you can't describe
the pain , you can only feel it.
I need some time,yes I know,
but time is used to pass so slow,
when your broken heart puts on
the broken glasses to survive in
a broken world.

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On 29 May 2010 at 06:12 am - Just Stories - by Ian

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My story is nothing

I feel a big nothing inside me.
It covers everything.
It has no color.
It's the emptyness.
My story. Who cares about my story?
Well, this is my sory , a big, a huge nothing.

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On 29 May 2010 at 06:10 am - My Story - by Sarron

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Untitled

I am a stranger
in the avenues of night
I am a keeper of the light
and I'm not afraid.

In the wet and cold dark
I'm a walker
I'm just one guitar,
and a God the rocker.