No more me. No more worries. No more broken hearts. But what if there is something else? What if my consciousness remains? Is the heart an organ that ...an be translated into the spirit? What if, instead of cutting short my problems I prolong them for all eternity? My hands tremble and the blade nicks my thumb. A bead of blood wells up from the cut. It’s dark ruby red. Almost black. Not the color of valentines at all. I put the blade down on the desk. The overhead lights make it wink at me. I. ती आता माझ्या पायांवर पालथी पडली होती. तिचे स्तन माझ्या गुडघ्यांवर दाबले गेले होते. आणि तिचे तोंड माझ्या मांड्यांवर होते. दोन्ही हातांनी माझे लिंग हलवत ती माझ्या मांड्यांवर अधाशीपणे तुटून पडली होती.किस करत करत आता ती माझ्या गोट्या आणि लिंगाचे मूळ चाटू लागली.हे सगळे करतांना ती थेट माझ्या डोळयात पाहत होती. तिने तिच्या ओठांचा चंबू केला आणि माझ्या लिंगाच्या टोकावर टेकवला. मी उठुनच बसलो. तिने तिच्या टपोर्या लालभडक ओठांनी दाब देत माझे अर्ध्याहून अधिक लिंग तोंडात घेतले आणि तिची जीभ माझ्या लिंगाभोवती. The explosion came so fast that I was caught unawares and I shuddereduncontrollably as I screamed my orgasm into the pillow lest someone hear me. Icame several more times as I writhed on the bed with my hands clenched tightlybetween my thighs. Finally I stopped and just lay there shivering with theaftermath of my orgasms. Unlike when I was a man the feelings didn't stop withthe orgasmic release, but instead the aftershocks flowed thru me as I slowlycame down, before realising that my sheets. "Heidi had been trying the new shampoos and conditioners for a while; the clothes did the rest. They were by no means revealing, but the cut of the blouse wasn't just a hole for her neck anymore, and her new jeans were form-fitting, though not hardly as tight as they could have been. Heidi looked at herself in the mirror and said, " ... Wow." Exactly, " said Amy.And it worked. Though the party was at her house, Dani had insisted that all four of them were throwing it jointly; as such, the guest.