𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃

𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝: 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬.

𝖨𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗮 ö𝘇𝗸𝗮𝗻
𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻, 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

It had been a couple of weeks since I had met Jamir. He was a really nice guy and I enjoyed his company. Everything about him makes me smile. The good morning texts, the late night phone calls and the gifts that he would bring me for no reason. We've been talking for a while now but I still feel like it's too early for me to be catching feelings for this guy.

I haven't introduced him to Ibrahim yet because I'm scared that he's going to look at me weird. But I'm going to do it sometime soon because I really do want them to meet each other. I wonder if they'll get along?

Me and my friend, Nolani, were on our way home from university. We both went to the university of west London, and surprisingly enough we both studied the same thing which was graphic design.
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Nolani was a pretty mixed race girl who I had met on my first day at uni. She had dark brown hair with caramel highlights and she always wore her hair out. Her hair was long and coily, she always knew how to keep it so soft and moist. Nolani had the perfect oval shaped face. I adored her cute little button nose. Her eyes were a little slanted and were a warm hazel colour with little gold fleeks. Small brown freckles ran across her face but they were very hard to see unless you were closely observing her face. She had soft angled eyebrows that were the same colour as her hair but a little bit lighter. Her heart shaped lips were always coated in Vaseline. Nolanis' believed that her body was the shape of a petite pear. She had wide hips, a slender waist, toned abs and prominent thighs. Nolani wore a c-cup and had quite a small bust. She was slightly taller than me, at the height of 5'4, whereas I was 5'2.

We made our way down the steps and linked arms with each other. It was still light outside but sunset was coming soon and I really didn't want to be walking around in the dark. Nolani and I were waiting for our two other friends. Shavonne and Maiara.

Shavonne was a pretty Jamaican girl. Shavonne had smooth and silky brown skin, she had a cute upturned nose and lovely almond eyes which were a dark brown colour. She always wore long 3D mink lashes on her eyes which made her eyes pop out even more. Shavonne had perfectly proportioned lips and she made sure that you would never catch them without a thick layer of lipgloss on them. Her eyebrows were neatly shaped into a high arch. The nose ring that sat on her nose added onto her beauty. Her hair was always hidden underneath the colourful wigs that she wore. She had nice hair which stopped just before her breast, but she couldn't stand having to deal with it everyday so she put on wigs. Shavonne had a stunning hourglass figure and stood at the height of 5'2

Then there was Maiara. Maiara was an attractive Angolan girl with a nice caramel skin tone. She had brown eyes with a downturned shape to them. Just like Shavonne, she also had a pretty cute upturned nose. A small silver stud sat perfectly on her little nose. She had recently dyed her perfectly arched eyebrows an Interesting burgundy colour but they suited her. She had natural long and soft eyelashes. Her pink plump lips were constantly being drenched in either lipgloss or Vaseline. Maiara had the body of a goddess. She had curves in all of the right places and her breast and bum were both fairly large. Maiara was taller than the rest of us, she was around 5'6 or 5'7.
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We were standing outside Sainsbury's waiting for our cab, we were all going to watch a movie at my flat and then get something to eat after that. Just then an all black Range Rover Evoque pulled up and I recognised it as Jamirs car. The tinted windows slowly went down revealing his sexy face. I bit my lip and shook the devilish thoughts out of my head. He beckoned me over to the car and I leaned against the door and poked my head through the window.