I dragged myself out of bed and started to get dressed. I did check myself over and didn't find anything that wasn't there the night before. A quick l...ok into my still empty closet revealed no white shirt, low cut jeans or boots of any color. I wasn't sure whether I was happy or disappointed. Maybe it was a mixture of both.I looked out my window and was very happy to see the moving truck had made it in sometime the night before. I was down to my last change of clean clothes in my travel bag and. He couldn’t let her go tomorrow. As Wesley lay there wrestling with his feelings, a hazy apparition seemed to appear in the mirror. It didn’t take long, though, to figure out who exactly it was, that same familiar smile on her face that encouraged him as Anne’s face was clearly found in the mirror, gazing lovingly at Wesley and the girl laying in his arms. Pain tugged at his heart. Wesley reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes as he saw Anne appear. She often did in his daydreams and his. She looked at me like wanting something. She leaned a bit forward and I started kissing her. Her lips felt like velvet touching on my lips so soft and so lively. She seems to be a good kisser, I told myself. She leaned a bit more towards me and while biting her lower lip I slid my hand in her hair her lips seems like heaven to me they are so juicy and the perfume she was wearing was adding to the situation.For a second we broke the kiss and I slid both of our seats backwards and I looked. I welcome any comments and/or suggestions.Aoife.A Road Less TravelledBy Aoife Martin The first time I ever wore a dress was at the behest of my wife. Unusual perhaps, but nonetheless true. We had been invited to a fancy-dress party at our neighbour's house and, after mulling it over for a couple of days, Sarah decided that we should each go as the opposite sex. I was, needless to say, not overly enamoured with this idea but Sarah convinced me that (a) it was the easiest solution and (b) the.