*WARNING This story is very graphic and sexual reader discretion is advised* ''Remember when I said those feeling I had for you were gone?'' Harry whispered into my ear his lips brushing against my neck. ''Y-Yeah'' I whispered. ''I lied'' He says before turning me around and forcefully kissing me. It shocked me at fir...
It seems to me that just about everyone born in this century has no appreciation for words and their meanings. This bothers me a lot. The majority of popular music that I've heard on the radio is...well...meaningless. Sure, it's fun and relaxing, but once that fades away, what do you have to contemplate or relate to...
