Touch: raindrops falling
Sight: flash of light through the rain
Scent: day after a rainstorm
Emotion: a slight startle when a large thunderbolt lights the sky
Hear: resounding crack of thunderbolts
Taste: the numbing surge of electricity when testing a battery
Touch: the feeling of the wedding ring
Sight: the tears of love as a betrothed walks down the isle
Scent: the welcoming familiar smell of home
Emotion: love as grey as the hair time and passion has aged like wine
Hear: sound of child laughter
Taste: home cooked meal hot from the oven
Touch: the cold pool of tears after a panic attack as sleep calms the suicidal
Sight: a funeral procession honouring the soul to the underworld’s gates
Scent: freshly dug earth in a cemetery
Emotion: peace after a loved one has passed
Hear: the quiet of a cemetery
Taste: salt of tears as a life is not taken
Touch: wind through a open car window
Sight: yellow lines and green lights ensuring a speedy travel
Scent: lingering smell of gas at a full station
Emotion: relief as a long awaited trip arrives
Hear: clinking of coins in a till
Taste: the dryness after a long walk along a gravel road
Touch: long dry grass crunching in the fall
Sight: auburn, reds and golds of Autumn
Scent: pumpkin spice and freshly mown grass
Emotion: solitude and a festival glow as December rolls around
Hear: a lawnmower’s growling as it works through tall grass
Taste: fresh fruits and the taste of nectar and milk
Touch: creamy texture of chocolate in your mouth
Sight: long distance partner smiling after being far away
Scent: lovers perfume/cologne
Emotion: heart pounding, misty eyed love as a smile comes from seeing a love in your arms
Hear: impassioned breaths of intimate moments
Taste: the passionate kisses between lovers forgetting time for a moment
Touch: the long embrace of a soldier and child/love as they come home
Sight: half mast flag
Scent: soldier’s sweat after taking off his uniform from all day
Emotion: pride in your country
Hear: the resounding “Daddy!” of a coming home surprise
Taste: fresh food cooked after time away from your country
Touch: aching feet of a retail worker as they slump in a break room chair
Sight: the clock
Scent: burning embers of a fire, stale ash
Emotion: relief and excitement getting a job offer after searching relentlessly
Hear: clang of an anvil and sizzle of molten iron in a cooling bucket
Taste: cast iron cooked meals, fire cooked steak
Touch: the calluses on your fingertips after months of practice in guitar strings
Sight: beautiful works of art
Scent: lemonades on a day in summer
Emotion: shivering goosebumps as an emotion is struck hard with music
Hear: the sharp and clear melody of a freshly strung guitar
Taste: slight moment of metal and ink as a pen is drawn to your tongue
Touch: animal’s soft fur like water through your fingers
Sight: doe slowly walking out of a dense forest
Scent: a forest with rich leaves
Emotion: awe as a baby deer and mother wait patiently for your car to pass before crossing
Hear: twang of a arrow releasing from a bow string
Taste: cooling water after exploring in the woods
Touch: stiff spine of a new book cracking open
Sight: a deserved verdict to a defendant
Scent: old pages/books
Emotion: peace inside a bookstore
Hear: hoot of a stirring owl in the evening
Taste: fingertips as they’re licked to turn a fresh page in a book
Touch: embrace of a love come home again
Sight: the first spring flower blooming
Scent: new morning dew in spring
Emotion: relief and glowing love as a partner smiles on a long awaited Skype call
Hear: buzz of bees in the summer
Touch: tide bringing you in to shore again
Sight: crisp blue of the ocean at peace
Scent: the sour smell of a seafood section of a supermarket
Emotion: awe inspired by an image of the open sea
Hear: hooves thundering along a dirt path
Taste: salt of the sea as it slashes into a smile while swimming
Touch: the padding comfort of a bandage on a healing wound
Sight: seeing a loved one feel well again after sickness
Emotion: the drowsiness of NyQuil as it lulls your symptoms away to sleep
Hear: fresh air after sickness has clogged your sinuses for weeks
Taste: the sweetness as a sigh of relief escapes your breath
Touch: your cheeks stretching against your teeth as a yawn escaped into the sunrise
Sight: painted reds and oranges of a sunrise
Scent: morning dew in springtime at 6 am
Emotion: excitement for a day ahead, full of possibilities
Hear: the morning birds stirring in the early morning light
Taste: morning coffee next to an open-curtained window
Touch: moments when you can feel comfortable with your body after dysphoria
Sight: the charcoal of a panther, eyes glowing in the night
Scent: draping aroma of a fertile vineyard
Emotion: Pride in being part of a LGBTQ community
Hear: chorus laughter of a raucous party
Taste: sweet tang of a well aged wine
Harry and I stepped out of the large black car to meet the sight of beautiful lit up lights surrounding a table for two. I smiled when I realised it was for Harry and I.
“Oh Harry. Thank you.” I gazed up at him with a grin, he was always so sweet to me.
“You know I would do anything for you, (Y/N),” He said, causing my heart beat to quicken and butterflies to erupt in my stomach.
We walked to the table and Harry pulled out the chair for me to sit in before going to his own. I couldn’t help the grin that was stretched on my face, and when I looked up at Harry, I noticed him staring at me.
I chuckled, “What?”
“You’re just so damn gorgeous, I don’t deserve you.”
I frowned despite his compliment, “Harry, don’t say that. I’m with you, I love you, and nothing will change that. I love you, Harry.” I took his hand that was resting on the table, wrapping my small hands around his large one.
He glanced down at our hands entwined, and pursed his lips. “I love you too, babe.” I smiled at that.
Then at that moment, a few waiters came into the garden with our dishes. Harry had this all prepared. With our plates of food set right in front of us, we dug in. My mouth watered at how delicious it was, I quietly moaned but something told me that Harry heard it, and when I looked up at him I confirmed it.
Harry was biting his lip but avoiding my eyes, he was being shy. I giggled inwardly then took a sip of the expensive wine in my glass. “The food’s great,” I state and he let out a breath as though he was relieved.
“I wanted this to be a perfect night,” He muttered, blushing.
“It’s perfect alright, Harry.” I raised a hand, placing it on his smooth cheek. He smiled against my warm palm, his cute dimples appearing. I took my hand back and continued eating.
By the time we were done, I was full and very happy. All throughout our dinner, he had me laughing with his incredibly lame jokes. We talked and talked about the future and about the adventures we’d have together. He made me so unbelievably happy, I don’t know what I’d do without him.
We stood up to leave, I thanked the waiters politely and they nodded in return. The familiar black car that we came in was already waiting for us, and once we got inside, the driver set off to Harry’s apartment.
*** OUTSIDE HARRY’S APARTMENT ***
Harry pushed opened the door and closed it behind us. I slipped off my maroon heels, sighing at the feeling of them off. I turned to Harry who’s white buttoned up shirt was now only halfway buttoned, revealing his toned and tattooed chest. My breath hitched at the sight and I gulped. My eyes trailed up to his structured face, watching closely as he took his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Kiss me.” His voice was deep and husky, I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks. Gone was his shy demeanour, and out was his sexy and demanding - but not too rough - side. I didn’t realise I was spacing out ‘till Harry pulled me to him, his hands gripping my waist tightly. “Kiss me,” he whispered against my lips.
Leaning forward, I enclosed the space between us, pressing my lips to his. Our kiss was soft and gentle, full of love. I ran my hands through his curly hair, tugging at the ends desperately, then he tightened his hold on me.
I moaned and stepped back, out of breath, but one look at his lips and I was back in his arms. This time it was deep and rough as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance to which I granted. His large hands went up to caress the back of my neck before returning to its original spot on my hips.
There was a burning pit in my stomach as Harry’s kisses moved to my neck, sucking and nibbling softly which I’m sure was leaving marks. I was breathing heavily from our make out and so was Harry. He stopped and peered into my eyes, our faces so close. Ever so lightly, his fingers pushed the dress straps off my shoulders, the dress slowly falling to the ground. I was now only in my bra and panties in front of him.
“Fuck.” He mumbled lowly, I almost didn’t hear him. Then in a blink of an eye, his lips were all over me. “Jump,” And I followed, my legs now wrapped around his waist with his hands clutching my thighs.
I unbuttoned his shirt completely as he kissed my neck. I was dropped onto his soft bed, Harry shrugging of his shirt and removing his jeans. I bit my lip, urgent for his touch. He came down and hovered over me, undoing the clasp of my bra as I lifted up for him, throwing my bra somewhere in the room.
He stared down intensely, my nipples hardening. Then he bent down, and twirled his tongue over them, sucking and oh so gently nipping. He massaged my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. I could tell I was dripping wet, growing more aroused by the second, Harry leaving a series of wet kisses as he went down.
My core was aching, my knees shaking. Harry noticed and planted a firm kiss on my inner thigh, I was struck. “Harry,” I moaned pleadingly.
He groaned, “yes?”
“Please what?” He continued to pepper kisses along my area, knowing the effect it was having.
Breathless, I said “please take me.” I writhed.
He listened, dragging my panties down my legs. I was now bare, hot and ready for him. I could feel him settle between my thighs, just his breath over my sensitive spot, but instead I lead his face up to mine and kissed him eagerly.
Without breaking the kiss, I reached forward and tugged the waistband of his boxers in a way of asking him to remove it. He understood. Both of us finally naked, I pushed him onto his back and smirked, palms flat on his chest. And excruciatingly slowly, I took him in, eyes shut in ecstasy as I adjusted to how big he was.
I whimpered, my legs trembling as I rode him fully. His chest rumbled, loud and resonant groans escaping his mouth. Harry’s big hands squeezed my ass and I gasped.
“Babe, f–fuck, you feel amazing.” He let out a string of curse words and thrusted into me once again. We switched positions and this time I was below Harry, his thick length hard against me.
“Mmm.” I bit my lip, observing him rubbing his cock that had my juices all over. With a few more pumps, he thrusted back into me causing me to clench tightly. He moaned in pleasure.
He began to go rough, the sounds of skin slapping echoing around the room. My nails clawed at his back, my mind going into overdrive. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pushed further.
Harry pounded into me deep and sensuous, “(Y/N), fuck.”
“Harry, i’m gonna–i’m gonna cum!” I shouted. “Harry! Fuck me!”
“Yes, yell my name. Make sure everybody can hear you, baby.” He panted.
“Harry! Shit!” The throbbing at my core was becoming stronger, and I waited for Harry’s permission.
“Cum for me, (Y/N),” He held me.
Another wave of pleasure flowed through me, enough to push me over the edge and at last, I climaxed. Harry pulled out from inside me and I sat up, his cum shooting out onto my breasts. We were both exhausted and drained.
We collapsed on the bed beside each other, taking a short rest before going to take a shower. I turned to look at my loving boyfriend, “I love you Harry,” I placed a hand on his cheek.
“I love you too, angel.” He smiled and kissed my forehead.
The Boston Lemur has been seen a few times by some quite credible people in and around Boston, Massachusetts. One night in July, 2008, Red Sox Senior Advisor Bill James claimed to see a strange creature he at first thought was a cat. But upon closer inspection, he noticed the eyes on the side of its head, the “pug-like” face, speckled grey fur, and a tail “like a broomstick handle”. He watched the animal for a little while and reported that it walked with “an odd sashaying motion”. He stopped watching when the creature ducked under a parked car. Other sightings have happened up to 20 or so miles outside Boston - in Sherborn, Massachusetts.
Bill James later called animal control who told him that it was the first lemur sighting on record in Boston. The Franklin Park Zoo was contacted, but all their lemurs were accounted for.
You’re Isaiah’s guy. Because you grew up in the projects and you turned your life around and you got your law degree in prison. You want to know where I got my law degree? University of Iowa. I mean, how do I compete with that? There is nothing, nothing interesting about me. I had a stupidly happy childhood. Like, a white picket fence, like, climbing trees in the family apple orchard, going to church every Sunday, we actually had a white picket fence. I have never broken the law. I don’t even jaywalk. There could be no car in sight, and I will still walk on the crosswalk.
Hmmm… favorite is tough and my brain is dead tonight, so let me introduce you to my good friend Buddy!
Buddy is one of the cats who lives around my apartment complex. They come to my apartment every single day to get treats when I come home from work. Buddy recognizes my car not just by sight, but by sound! As soon as I come driving in, they come rushing in from wherever they’re hiding that day.
Sometimes when I’m late, Buddy will be waiting on the hood of the car next to where I park! Buddy is also very respectful of my space and will wait outside my door, even while wide open, while I grab some treats. Be it up on a porch or hanging out on the stairs, buddy is a sweet kitty who just wants love and snacks!
“Two men are standing at a red traffic light. Despite no car anywhere in sight, neither of them crosses the street. One of them turns to the other and says “Oh, you’re German too?”“
I talked with people about this and they confirmed again that you indeed always get looks if you jaywalk. I once missed the tram because there were people with me at the traffic light so I didn’t dare cross. There is some truth to the stereotype.
Kissing her infant’s forehead as it cooed softly, Victoria handed her mother the child along with the bag full of the things he would need for that weekend. After thanking her parents a million times for what they assumed was a weekend of well deserved rest for the new parents, she waved them off from the doorway with a bright smile as she blew one final kiss to the baby in the backseat. However, as soon as the car was out of sight, she couldn’t close the door behind her quickly enough as she hurried through the home to find her husband. “Baby” she whimpered softly “I need to get pregnant again… I need to” Victoria pleaded with him with doe eyes. “I’ll suck your cock as many times as you want, just promise me you’ll cum inside me so many times that it’s impossible not to be pregnant…” the woman nearly begged, her core already wet at the idea of gaining her pregnancy form back.
I Know I’m Not The Only One | Jack Gilinsky Imagine
“When you call me baby, I know I’m not the only one” - Sam Smith
Word Count : 1149
“I made you breakfast by the way,” I said to Jack as he was getting ready to head out to the studio. “It’s downstairs on the kitchen table.”
He ran a hand through his hair, “Okay. I’m in a bit of a rush but-”
“Yeah okay that’s fine,” I cut him off.
He pulled out his phone and checked the time, “Ah I’m going to be late. I got to go to, but I’ll see you later. Bye baby, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I muttered as I watched him grab his car keys off the dresser.
I followed him outside the house and waved him bye and smiled widely as his car pulled out of the driveway. As soon as his car was out of sight, my smile faded completely. When I turned around to go back into the house, I felt the tears starting to brim in my eyes.
I knew he wasn’t going to the studio, I just knew it. The other day, I found out that Jack has been cheating on me with some girl that moved out to LA from New York. It broke my heart instantly and I’ve been meaning to confront him about it but I just can’t gather up the strength to.
For the past few days, I have been going on with life like I knew nothing. When he was home, I wouldn’t act strange or be distant. But when he left for the “studio” that’s when the tears came out. I can’t believe Jack would do this to me. I can’t believe he was willing to risk our marriage for some other girl. And he’s never bothered telling me about her.
I walked into my walk-in-closet and began looking at all my clothes that were on hangers. I needed to decide on what I was going to where for the day since I didn’t want to just be in my pajamas all day long. As I was looking through my closet, something caught my eye. I took the hanger off the pole and stared at the dress in awe. It was my wedding dress.
I remember the day Jack and I got married like it was yesterday. I remember him proposing to me, I remember our honeymoon, I remember the wedding planning, I just remember all of it. I was so happy the day I married Jack, a feeling I haven’t genuinely felt in the past few days.
He’s been cheating on you, I reminded myself as I started smiling at all the memories we had together as a married couple. I quickly put the dress back on the rack and continued my quest for an outfit.
It was now four o'clock, that meant Jack should’ve been home by now. I decided to text him and see if he stayed back or got stuck in traffic.
To : Jack 👫💖💍
Are you on your way or did you get stuck in traffic?
From : Jack 👫💖💍
No baby, I had to stay a little longer at the studio. I just can’t seem to get this song right. I’ll be home around 7 or so.
I set my phone down and felt my heart drop. He’s with her again. I just know it. I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry anymore but I just couldn’t help the tears that streamed down my face. He may be at the studio but I know she’s there with him.
I found out he was cheating from Johnson. He called me the other day and explained what happened. He said that Jack decided to bring this girl to the studio and they were all up on each other. He said he didn’t know how long they had been seeing each other but he just thought I should know.
I can’t believe he would cheat on me, was I not a good enough wife? Was I not giving him what he needed? Did I not love him enough so he went out to cheat on me?
I cried harder and looked down at my left hand and saw my wedding band and engagement ring on my ring finger. I slid them off and placed them on the floor I was sitting on. I looked down at them and cried harder. I didn’t know it was possible to cry this much.
Did he mean it when he said he loved me? Did he mean it when he said we would be together forever? He obviously didn’t mean it when he said that I was his only and he would stay loyal to me.
That’s when it hit me, I’m not the only one. I’m not the only one he calls baby and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one he says ‘I love you’ to. I’m not the only one who gets to kiss him, who gets to love him, and I’m not his one and only.
I wiped the tears from under my eyes and just stared at the floor. Maybe he wasn’t cheating on me, maybe Johnson was just lying. But why would he do that? Why would he lie about something so serious? Why would he want to ruin his best friends marriage with a lie? I don’t think he was capable of that.
My head hurt from all this thinking and I lost track of time. I checked the time on my phone and saw it was now 6:50 and Jack should be arriving shortly. I gathered enough strength and pulled myself up off the floor. I headed to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy and it looked like I had been crying for hours, which I have been.
I picked up my makeup box and took off the lid. I couldn’t let Jack know that I was crying because then I would have to confront him on it and I wasn’t ready for that yet. I picked up concealer and applied it under my eyes. I mixed it in and sighed, my eyes were still blood shot red. I opened the cabinet above the sink and grabbed some eye drops, dropping some of the liquid in my eyes.
I then picked up my foundation and started with my daily routine.
When I finished applying my makeup and straightening my hair, it was 7:20. I heard a car pull into the driveway and I took a deep breath. I slowly walked down the stairs and opened the door to greet Jack. “Hey baby,” he said, pulling me into a hug.
My heart dropped a little knowing I am not his only 'baby.’ But I didn’t let him know I was bothered so I just replied with, “Hey babe. I missed you.”