Uzumaki Life: Hinata HelpUzumaki Life: Hinata Help in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The time was around two o'clock in the morning and the home of Naruto and Hinata Uzumaki, and their two children, was peaceful and quiet; but, not for long. Right when the time changed to 2:01 a.m. a loud, high pitch cry played out a baby monitor that was sitting on Naruto's nightstand. Naruto's eyes twitched as the noise began to wake him up. Naruto then tiredly opened his eyes. He then rolled over from his side, onto his back and wiped his whole face and groaned. When Naruto finally sat up on the queen sized bed that him and his wife, Hinata shared, he saw his wife roll over and rub one of her eyes.
"What's going on," she asked tiredly.
"I think Songo woke up," Naruto said as he tiredly scratched his head. "Don't worry I'll handle it. You go back to sleep." Naruto then leaned down and gave his wife a kiss on the forehead before getting up from then bed. While he was walking out of the master bedroom, Hinata rolled back over on her side and fell back asleep.
Naruto walked into the bed
A Girls First Time(Assume you are a girl if you are a boy)A Girls First Time in Erotic More Like This
It's your first time. As you lie back your
muscles tighten. You put him
off for a while searching for an excuse, but he
refuses to be swayed as he
approaches you. He asks if you're afraid and you
shake your head bravely.
He has had more experience, but it's the first
time his finger has found
the right place. He probes deeply and you
shiver; your body tenses; but
he's gentle like he promised he'd be. He
looks deeply within your eyes
and tells you to trust him - he's done this many
times before. His cool
smile relaxes you and
you open wider to give him
more room for an easy
entrance.You begin to
plead and beg him to hurry,
but he slowly takes his
time, wanting to cause you as little pain as
possible. As he presses
closer, going deeper, you feel the tissue give
way; pain surges throughout
your body and you feel the slight trickle of
blood as he continues. He
looks at you concerned and asks you if it's
too painful.Your eyes are
filled with tears bu
I Know, You Know -CHAP.7--DN-I Know, You Know -CHAP.7--DN- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The following few weeks sucked. I mean really sucked. We arranged interviews with as many of Carter's ex-girlfriends as we could sniff out. Melissa Burnham was happy to help out with names but it was obvious she was disappointed that no progress had been made since I'd last seen her. That didn't help me feel any better.
We didn't learn anything from the exes. We recorded all of the interviews and passed the videos onto L, but he concluded the same. We still scheduled periodic meetings after each new interview. The uncomfortable atmosphere in my office never got any easier. Every meeting would end up in awkward silence, at which point L would then leave and the rest of us would breathe a sigh of relief.
The police officers involved and I were all in unsaid agreement that L was truly unusual. Nobody had said anything outright insulting about him though I'd certainly dropped a few bold comments but there were always a lot of knowing glances exchanged when L was aroun
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
NEKKID plus POLICE equals BADNEKKID plus POLICE equals BAD in Biography & Memoir More Like This
TO CHUCK THE NEKKID GUY WHEREVER YOU MAY BE,
Circa 1997; I was still in my teens when My friends and I would put on a music festival back in North Carolina, into it's second or third year running it had become very apparent to me and everyone who attended that I was the "naked photographer". My self appointed job was to run around and talk the drunkards into getting naked for my camera as my camera has always been attached to my hands like an evil twin often taking on a mind of its own. The role of film I was using had close to 10 naked people on it when a returning spectator named Chuck tugged on my shirt like an excited child.
"Emily! Emily! I finally decided to get naked and I want to do it in the middle of the street!"
Hmmm, I thought. This should be interesting "OK Chuck, lets go!"
I shot off a few photos, giggled a little and headed back inside the bar satisfied I'd made an ass out of another willing participant. A few minutes later Chuck was back by my side tugging on my shirt "
List O' WedgiesList O' Wedgies in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It’s safe to assume that ever since people have worn pants there has been the complaint of fabric packing itself into the tight space of any butt crack it could find. The annoyance of having material bunched up in the back and the shame of having to deal with it in public has plagued mankind for centuries. This unbiased felon went unnamed for many years of its undie-scrunching spree until an unknown genius gave it a name: wedgie.
Once underwear started becoming increasingly available to everyone with a variety of fabrics and styles to choose from the runway was set for the wedgie to begin its true reign of terror. The almighty wedgie quickly became a feared weapon in the bullys’ arsenal of tactics. Just saying the word would make band geeks’ clench their butt cheeks in fear and fill fetishists’ stomachs with butterflies as they let their waistbands peek out for an easier target.
Leaving a trail of shredded fabric, enlarged leg holes,
AmericaXReader~ The Face of a Nation: PrologueAmericaXReader~ The Face of a Nation: Prologue in Short Stories More Like This
Since the beginning of civilization, there have been rumors of people who look just like me and you except for a slight difference.
These people embody countries.
They age at an extremely slow rate and are practically immortal. As long as their embodied country isn't destroyed, that is.
For years these have been nothing more than rumors, wives' tales and the occasional conspiracy theory but as we're progressing into the modern age of information; I'm starting to think otherwise.
Lately, there've been sites popping up about a man whose been reoccurring in pictures that span throughout American history. But although his clothes and appearance have often changed by the decade, you can still tell it's the same man.
Hair the color of amber waves of grain
Eyes like the shining sea
And with some form of glasses or another but the thing struck me the most was his hairstyle. There, on his head was the most peculiar cowlick I've ever seen; it stood straight up, tall and proud, ju