(F) Discovery

I leave my credit card in the kitchen, and head upstairs to my dressing room with my new purchases. As I walk into the bedroom, I notice that there are four suitcases. I open the first one I come to, and it's full of my clothes. Maybe we're going on holiday - Michael surprises me like that sometimes. Or maybe we're having some new clothes. Michael likes a fresh wardrobe of new clothes, says he gets fed up of seeing me in the same old rags. I open the other suitcases to see which clothes michael has packed for himself, and I'm slightly surprised to find that all four suitcases are packed with my clothes. Maybe I'm having a whole new dressing room. I almost explode at the thought, this would mean a new York shopping trip!
I decide there's no point unpacking my new clothes and so I straighten out the bed and head back downstairs for a coffee. As I'm walking down the stairs, michael arrives home. He slams the door behind him and throws his case on the floor. Clearly he's in a bad mood, and tonight will be another lovely evening with me husband. He doesn't even greet me as I walk into the kitchen.
"are we going on holiday?" I ask him.
"no", he thunders. "take your stuff and go. I'm sick of you, sick of your spending. I've packed your bags - just leave."
By this point, I'm horrified. This has come from nowhere. I have nowhere to go, I don't want to leave!
I run upstairs in tears, thinking this is some kind of sick joke by michael, but he makes no effort to console me. Instead he leaves me sobbing as he zips the cases up and begins lugging them downstairs. I cannot believe this is happening.
"hurry up woman, I want rid of you", he booms. I'm frightened by his tone of voice, half expecting him to physically drag me out of the house. I followed behind him like a small child that's been chastised for drawing on the walls. I looked up at the house, the beautiful sash windows, the huge oak door. The familiar fabrics and plants in the windows that signified home. Michael headed back into the house without saying a word. as I drove away, I knew I faced a long and painful journey.

(F) learn

I've come home to an empty house again. You'd have thought by now that my husband Michael might have learnt how to text me if he's going to be late home. It happens at least 3 times a week, and of course I have no idea that he's going to be late until he actually bothers to turn up 3 hours after he told me he'd be home. We've been married for 2 years, and so far there's probably only been one week when he's been home on time every night. Apparently, it's meetings. Michael is the chief financial officer for a big bank in the city. He works a lot of hours, but it means I don't have to, and who would complain at that? I must admit, I spend a lot of time shopping, but it means I get to see some great places too! New York and Milan are my favourites, although if I'm pushed for time then Paris is a fantastic alternative. Michael keeps ranting on that I should do it all through the internet. It would save him a fortune on business class flights and four star hotels, but there's no fun in sitting, looking at a screen, buying a bag that you think you like because it looks ok in the picture. I look at the post that I've bought in with me. One letter for me, the rest for Michael. I open the letter and feel a bubble of excitement inside me as I realise it's my new credit card. I pull it out of the envelope and run my fingers across the lettering. "Mrs Amanda Lucy Walker." I hate that name. I really ought to change it by deed poll and get rid of Amanda. It's so boring. Besides, everybody calls me Lucy anyway - I don't really need that extra name.

(CD) Michael

Lucy's husband. In his 50's. Sleaze. Plays golf, wears golfing clothes. Drives a mercedes. Likes to flash his cash. Thinks he is a ladies man. Likes to show off the girl on his arm, have his cake and eat it. Lunch dates, executive meetings. High powered business man. Preparing himself for early retirement.

(CD) Tom

Tom.
Lucy's final partner. Tall, dark hair, intelligent business man, but hides it behind his rough looking exterior (stubble, messy hair) - which is what attracts lucy to him. Also early 30's. Trendy, not smart - doesn't like to look like the typical business man,buys expensive but understated clothes.. Money made in trading. Clever but discreet. Has taste - sexy wine bars, dining out, romantic but not soppy, sophisticated.
Enjoys time with his friends, socialising.Drives a nice car, not flashy but definitely impresses/turns heads.
Been single for some time - plenty of dates, short term relationships, but not found "the one".

(F) Running

The train hurtled down the tracks. Urgently running through the carriages and struggling to keep my balance, I scanned the faces that I passed. I HAD to find him. I knew he was on the train somewhere, and he needed to know how I felt. I couldn't let him leave without telling him the truth about how I really felt. He wanted to be with me. Why hadn't I realised this before? I'm so stupid. Clearly there is some truth in the saying "love is blind." The carriages were packed. People were standing in the aisles and in the doorways. I pushed my way past, shouting apologies at the people who tutted and moaned as I shoved them out of the way. I was desperate to find him. I stumbled out of the heaving economy carriage into a first class carriage. The occupants were a little shocked by my entrance to say the least. I straightened out my jacket, and continued walking briskly through the train. I knew I was running out of carriages, but was reassured by the fact that we wouldn't arrive at his stop for another hour - plenty of time to keep searching. It wasn't until I slowed down that I realised I needed the loo. I didn't want to waste vital minutes, but I had to go. Damn toilet was occupied. I waited patiently outside, acutely aware of my bladder telling me it couldn't wait any longer. The door unlocked, and I barely gave my fellow passenger the chance to get out of the toilet when I suddenly realised it was him. It was him coming out of the toilet! It was fate, definitely fate. I don't think he expected to be forced out of the toilet, least of all by me. I reached up to his face, and pulled him towards me. We kissed the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. There were fireworks, sparklers, stars! I felt like I was floating, although I know I was crossing my legs out of desperation. Now, I think he knew the truth. He knew how I really felt about him. We looked at each other and smiled, knowing that we were embarking upon a brand new journey that had already begun.

(PD) Sex, lies and...?

Lucy
finds cheating husband
divorces him
story of recovery
development of nymphomania
dealing with nymphomania
moving on - meeting Tom
relationship with Tom
The happy ending - off into the sunset

(CD) Lucy

Long, blonde, layered hair, tousled. Pert breasts, uplifted but not implanted. Size 12, tiny waist, ample sized breasts.
Nymphomaniac.
Enjoys car racing, travelling, time away from home. flirtatious.very sociable, easily meets new people.
Designer chic - wouldn't be seen dead without a label/brand of some sort.
Knows she is attractive.
Likes to think she is a porn star, almost styles herself in that way.
Early 30's. Divorced - nymphomania result of rebounding after divorce - has become the man her husband was whilst married. Complex character would rather be loved than used.
Divorced by cheating husband - older man, string of affairs, liked to flash the cash.
would like to meet another man with cash, but doesn't look likely.

(F) Thank you (explicit)

...my hand sneaked under her shirt. I cupped her breast in my hand, and felt her nipple beneath my palm. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, as she pulled me in closer. My cock straining beneath my flies, I pressed against her making her want more. The kisses were passionate and intense. My hands moved away and began to unbutton her shirt. I couldn't get to her breasts fast enough. As her shirt fell to the floor, her hands wandered down and unzipped my flies. I couldn't wait for my cock to be inside her. We continued kissing, gradually moving to the bed as layers of clothes disappeared.I lay her on the bed, both of us naked, the feel of her soft breasts intensifying the feeling of my throbbing cock. I gently bit her nipple, which only made her push my head further down her body. I parted her legs, the sight of her pussy making me want to fuck her so hard. I had to make her wait for it, I didn't want this to be over yet. My mouth found it's way to her clitoris, licking and circling as she writhed and moaned. She tasted so sweet as I started to finger her tight pussy. The moaning continued, becoming louder as I continued to taste her juices. Her body arched and shuddered, pussy clamped around my fingers as she came. Fast and hard, throbbing with delight. I couldn't stop now. I stroked her clitoris - it trembled with every touch. She begged me not too, she couldn't cope with more but she knew we both wanted it so badly. My cock was throbbing, waiting to be inside her wet pussy, waiting to fuck her hard. My hands returned to her nipples, my tongue lavishing attention on her clitoris. She moaned, and pushed me down harder onto her pussy. She arched her body again - I knew she was finally ready. I kissed her soft wet pussy, determined to keep her waiting and wanting. My cock was throbbing, desperate to be inside her tight, wet pussy. As I entered her, she let out a groan. We moved slowly as the heat intensified between us. I groped her breasts, kissed her hard. We moved freely as her juices flowed, faster and harder, thrusting deep inside her. I could feel her cervix as I forced my cock deeper. She moaned with delight. Pushing harder and harder, faster, I grabbed her breast hard as I could feel the ecstasy building inside me. Her pussy was tight around my cock, almost like a tourniquet pushing the sensations towards the end of my cock. I had to go faster, she was groaning with pleasure and I couldn't hold onto these feelings anymore. Harder and harder, as the feelings of ecstasy overflowed, and I came inside her. My cock was pulsing with delight, thinking it couldn't get any better until the sensation tipped her over the edge and she came. Her pussy clinged to my cock repeatedly, her nails digging hard into my back as her body shuddered beneath me. I could feel the heat from her breasts rise up against my body, feel her fingers slide in the sweat on my back. She pulled me down next to her and kissed me passionately, almost by way of a thank you.

(C)Purple

Rainbow ----> rain & sun ----> clouds

Bright ----> bridesmaids ----> thunderstorm ----> purple rain

Party dress ----> Christmas ----> mince pies ----> happiness

Winter ----> wrapped up ----> cosy ----> shivering



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(C) Letting go

Friendship ----> relationship ----> love ----> goodbye

End of a chapter ----> past ----> creating history

Emotional ----> attachment ----> sentimental value

Saying goodbye ----> missing someone ----> sadness



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(C) Heartache

Physical pain ----> depression ----> aching

Love ----> friendship ----> death

Sadness ----> loneliness ----> missing ----> emotions

Infidelity ----> illness ----> betrayal


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(FF) I love my new...

...bed! Wow, what an investment! I couldn't wait to get into it after it had been delivered. As soon as the men were out the door, I flung back the covers and dived on the bed. I sank into the mattress as my body landed, sinking into the spongy memory foam but being caught by the springs that lay beneath. I'd treated myself to some new pillows and a duvet too. The feather duvet settled, clinging to the curves of my body. The pillows beneath my head were like huge balls of cotton wool. Sleeping in was definitely going to be my new hobby.


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(FF) I thought I'd heard a noise...

...downstairs. I'd locked up properly, checked the doors and windows, set the alarm. I lay in bed, paralysed with fear, hoping that it was just the central heating or the house creaking. I listened hard. That was definitely the unmistakable sound of footsteps. I picked up my phone and dialled 999, ready to press call. I got out of bed, and picked up my hair straighteners, the best weapon I could think of at 3 in the morning. But I couldn't understand why the alarm hadn't gone off, I'd definitely set it before I went to bed. I opened the bedroom door, and there he was....


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(FF) Coffee, toast and 3 paracetomol...

... Was definitely what I needed after last night. What a night!! I haven't got that drunk for a long time. We went to a great bar, very posh. Subtle lighting, plush sofas, intimate booths...expensive cocktails! But oh so good cocktails. It was busy, but we weren't squashed in like sardines. Lounge music was playing in the background, all very relaxed and sophisticated. No loud, thumping music here! I must have spent a fortune, I'd better see if I have any cash left over. Oh no...where's my purse gone...?


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(C) Photo Album

memories ----> happy ----> old times

sad ----> people no longer around ----> good old times

timeline ----> order ----> chronology ----> dates

experiences ----> growing up ----> moving on ----> life changing events

(C) Homesick

Yearning ----> need ----> clingy

love ----> loneliness ----> heartache ----> absence

food ----> warmth ----> comfort ----> cosy ----> familiar

strange ----> unwelcome ----> unfamiliar ----> lost

(C) Getting Older

Fear ----> Worry ----> Sadness

Too quickly ----> running out of time ----> achievements

death ----> illness ----> being dependant ----> burden ----> partner

Family ----> birthdays ----> anniversaries ----> milestones

(FF) One summer's day....

....we went for a nice drive out to Broadway. It was a Bank Holiday weekend. It was a beautiful day when we set out - blue skies and sunshine. But by the time we arrived in Broadway, the rain was torrential. My feet got soaked as we dashed between the tiny shops, trying to find a nice painting for our lounge. The rain was showing no signs of easing up, and so we resigned ourselves to a cosy pub and settled in for lunch. Bliss, after being drenched from head to toe.

(FF) That smell reminds me of...

...early morning breakfast runs on the RJ. They either smelled so bad they made you heave, or smelled so good, you could eat a million of those damn breakfasts. The smell of bacon and artifical scrambled egg would cling to your clothes, fester in your hair. I catch a whiff of it from nowhere and it fills me with memories of carefree days when we used to have fun and banter. The days when life was easier.

(FF) I turned the corner, and there, coming towards me was...

...my ex. The one I was with when I was 15, who threatened to shoot me. He was carrying a small child, which I presume was his own. But the sight of him still terrified me. What if he tried to hurt me? What if he'd seen where I live? I decided to ignore him, pretend I hadn't seen him. I carried on towards the shop and darted inside. I haven't seen him for 10 years, how can he suddenly be back now?

(FF) It was no use pretending....

...I didn't want to do the job anymore. My heart wasn't in it, and I was sick of going to work. Anything to get another day off. Sick day, broken car, sick relative, problem with the house. Any excuse I could think of. The job had become so tedious, and I was tired of the same old routine. But there was no way we could afford for me to go part time, especially now Liam was at university.

(FF) It surprised me when...

...he agreed to get married. We had been engaged a while, but when I'd brought up the subject of setting a date, I expected him to say no. Of course, I couldn't be happier. I've wanted to marry him for so long, and I knew he was the one from the day I met him. There wasn't one particular thing I loved about him. It was everything. He was perfect and I couldn't have asked for a better man. My hero, my soulmate.

(FF) For the first time ever...

...we made love. Previously it had just been sex, a means to an end, a quick fix. But now, it was about love. Intense feelings that cannot be dismissed. We didn't plan for things to go this way, we didn't notice it. But suddenly, we were here. He was holding me so gently, and moving so softly. I looked into his eyes; I knew that he had fallen in love with me. Our bodies entwined perfectly together - we were made for each other.

(FF) I went outside...

...and inhaled the fresh summer's air. The sudden light from the Sun made me shield my eyes as I adjusted to it's intensity. The trees swayed in a gentle breeze. "This is perfect", I thought to myself. Much better than being cooped up inside. I lay down and closed my eyes, the soft grass cooling my skin. The soothing sound of the river relaxed me, as I drifted off to sleep. And then suddenly I was awoken, by a football hitting me hard in the side. "Sorry!", the boy shouted.

(FF) I need proof...

...that nothing happened between them. I know he says it didn't, but since when has someone's word been good enough when it comes to infidelity? I trust Liam, but she is a manipulative bitch. She is trying to creep her way back into my life, but I can't let her. If I rebuild bridges, it gives her access to my whole world again. This is my world now, it's safer without her in it. Worming her way to Liam again. Get out. Stay out! Keep away from my life, I'm happy without you.

(FF) I wish I had said...

...something sooner. Then maybe they wouldn't be so interfering. They'd get the hint that we don't want their money, we don't want their opinions. My wedding isn't all one big show for OK! Magazine. It's about Liam and I, it's about loving each other. Not about identical bridesmaids and extravagant flower displays that have been taken straight from the pages of a wedding magazine. It's all an act of snobbery, trying to be better than somebody else. They might be like that, but we're not, and never will be.

(FF) The truth is...

...I'm scared. Part of me does think I'm too young. I stand there in the shower, and my mind wanders. A sudden panic that I am too young to get married. I don't understand how I'm feeling this, I've wanted it for so long, and now I'm so close to achieving my goal and I'm scared. Yet we've been together over seven years, we're stable and settled, we rarely argue. Most importantly, we love each other. There's nothing to be scared of...is there?

(P) Watching The World Go By

I can see the moon,
I can hear an owl.
The night is cold,
A wolf begins to howl.

The stars are bright,
The night is young.
The bright moonlight
Is stolen from the Sun.

The night is still,
The sky, deep black.
A lonely car
Drives down a windy track.

The night is fading,
The Sun will rise,
And so it will see
The Moon's demise.

The morning comes,
Bright light fills the sky.
Night time blends into the horizon,
The Moon becomes shy.

I can see the Sun,
I can hear a Blackbird.
The day is warm,
Watching people move in herds.

The day smells fresh,
The sun burns off the morning mist.
I take in my surroundings,
Not a second to be missed.

A daisy lies still in the grass,
The hot blue sky is clear.
Hours tick by in the afternoon,
Night time begins to draw near.

The Sun begins to set,
Taking all the light.
The sound of people quietens,
As day turns into night.

I can see the moon,
I can hear an owl.
The night is cold,
A wolf begins to howl.