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he answered in response to my question “What are your passions?” I was taken aback. What was I expecting? Something deeper and more cerebal like family, God and working with orphan children in the Appalachins? In a way these were my passions to – cooking and the enjoyment of food, mentally dueling with people and…
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she knew it was useless. either she had to give it up cold turkey or she just had to let it ride out. she gave it up cold turkey. no more phone calls, no emails and definitely no visits uptown. him being the playa that he was, he never called to find out what happened,…
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Damn!!! It didn’t make sense for any man to be that fucking sexy. And it was even sexier that he had no clue how fucking sexy he was. I remember being new at the job two and half years ago and even then he stood out. He was tall, with long curly hair that he…
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We never really liked each other. Well, to put it to the point, we were just so different. I loved intellectual debates about random, esoteric topics. He loved to listen to the silence. He hated sports and I would be my Sunday watching various teams hack it out for the title of being first. So…
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2.) Describe a recent leadership experience. Briefly outline the experience and how you were effective. 400-word limit He was always the initiator in our relationship although I had significant input and loved his take-charge attitude. However, one day I decided to change it up. It was the most aggressive I had ever been. “I am…
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1. Describe a time where you felt intense pleasure. Tell us what you learned and how you would repeat the experience. (400 word limit) He loved to watch me come. He would watch the look on my face as he manipulated his fingers, tongue or dick along various parts of my body. The problem was…
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How does it feel when we do it any time any place? I won’t pretend that you don’t have good stuff because love is stronger then pride and I’ve been waiting for a long time dreaming of nights when we were in Brazil and Portuguesean love was what it was about. Definitely you and I…
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It was another Sat night and I was home alone. Too tired to do the club/bar scene with the girls, but not tired enough to go to sleep. I stayed home, happy that I didn’t have anythng else pressing to secure my time or any real mind thought. With nothing on cable, even my old…
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Wandering & Wondering 