Hi I'm Sam I was born and raised in Harlem with my mom and little brother. Our father left when my little brother was born. He left because he was tired of dealing with us. My mom is now remarried too Anthony King. A drugdealer. My mom only married him because of his money and we're broke. So we're moving too Compton...
My name is Paisley Leah Richardson. 16 and a Junior. I have a very big waist with a few rolls on the side. My stomach is a bit overboard, also known as a muffin top, which I abhor, but never put in the effort to change it. Yes, I am insecure about my body, and yes I will complain- but don't we all? We all have our "Ug...
He was making me stutter as his little pout was making me feel guilty. His hands exploring my lower back, going down to my ass- his bottom lip still poking out. "I think you're a bit nervous, hm?" He bit his lip seductively as he whispered hoarsely in my ear "And I can feel yourself gettin' a bit.. Wet, huh?" His palm...
"Baby, I'm sorry-" "Michael, can you stop?!" Nevaeh cut him off, packing up her things. He grabbed her wrists, backing her up against the wall "What the hell?" "Nevaeh, I miss you, please.. You know I still love you- don't leave me" Michael pleaded "But yet, you left me in the hospital even though we were still marrie...