A true developing love story, filled with passion, desire, heartache and faith written in a present day not so journal like journal entry form. Who is this mystery man and why is he everything everyone is not. Added to at least one or twice a week Excerpt: Journal entry #3... Was I ready for meaningless sex? . . Sure enough . . One by one... . . Piece by piece... . . My clothes began to leave my body. . . I laid there.. . . Nervous.. . . My pink cheeksters serving as the only barrier between me and the mystery man . . . Thighs together clenching ... . . Together so tightly.. . . I muttered the wimpiest phrase while clenching my thighs together... . . "Are you sure"... . . Then I muttered it again this time more hysterical ... . . "Are you sure" . . The look of panic racing all over my face. . . The mystery man looked up at me, parting my once clenched thighs. . . "I'm sure princess". . . As I laid there ...the feeling I had of once sure panic went away.. . . He said princess... . . Was I his one ? . . He can't be thinking of fairy tales Samantha. . . As I laid there the feeling of sureness consumed my body . . .
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