"The sexual tension was so thick in the car you could cut it with a knife...He gripped my waist and hoisted me in the air, my legs were around his waist. I could feel his erection poking me through his pants. We couldn't seem to get enough of each other." Avaa Scott is one of the most sought out psychiatrist in Philad...
"If I lose my mind today, what would you do to make me remember you tomorrow?"
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞. #1 in URBAN-26/08/21 #2 in STREETS-07/11/21
Dɪssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ- ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪᴛʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢs, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ. -𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭-
New Years, the celebrations of new beginnings, People starting diets, homes, careers the list goes on. For Seirra and Julian it was something big for the both of them, a big responsibility they both wasn't prepared. Will it make them or break them.
𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝗼 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐠𝗼𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝗼𝐝𝐲. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝖺𝗎𝗀 2020 - 𝗃𝖺𝗇 2021
"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐍' 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀' 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀' 𝐅𝐀' 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" this is a LOVE story, cus ima lover girl!
"𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.. 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀" © -𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 ✍︎︎
nir·va·na a state of perfect happiness; an ideal or idyllic place. where we see what happens when an emptiness that one thought could never be filled is overflowing. when two lost souls find each other. where a broken record plays a perfect harmony. when after years of searching, you find nirvana.
"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now...
"𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖" 𝕃𝕚𝕝 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕜 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟹, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎:
"I'll play you." Kross challenged with a serious expression on his face, smoothly twirling the basketball on his pointer finger. "For what?" Amiko sighed heavily, a bored look on her face, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."
"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed he...
