Reunion - retail sample, written by Aleisha Brooks
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (Canadian - West) North American (Canadian-General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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My first ever attempt at being sexy. Four years later at our senior prom, my three inch heels didn't agree with me. I took a nasty spill and ended up with a broken leg, but not before all the wolves got a nice crotch shot of my flowery underpants. I didn't have a big sister to tell me I should never ever wear flowery underpants. And the fact that I call them underpants should be a testament of just how uncool I was. I wish I'd had a big sister or a cool bestie to tell me always wear sexy black panties. Thank God. Facebook did not exist back then. Otherwise, I'd have been the latest meme or viral picture floating around in the awkward photos, logs. When I fell, the laughter swelled around me like a dark cloud and as the pain of my broken bone grew, my heart was breaking. But then before I could shed a single tear, I looked up to see Billy Pope pushing his football cronies away and like a knight in shining armor reaching down with a halo about his head asking are you ok? And suddenly swooping me up in his arms. And away from them, Jan ever faithful followed close behind chiding the players for their lack of compassion. Oh, grow up. She scolded them. I could have been in love with both of them. Despite my almost loser like nature with Jan as the class president and Billy, the captain of the football team, there was rarely a bully to be seen in our school and I made it out alive and fairly without high school trauma, whatever was bottled up deep inside me, teen angst or rationality stemming from childhood. That is another story I could and often did create my own drama. My own hates fears and insecurities. And then I complained about having them later. I always felt like such a child in high school. The strange ideas I adopted after taking a psychology class in the 10th grade, like maybe my ignorance about sex was the core problem seemed to make me more introverted. Not less. We discussed sex a lot in that class and its supposed link to psychosis. But I also had the feeling our psych teacher was boning one or more of my classmates, which didn't make me trust him. I was of course, still curious about sex. What teenager isn't. So testing the theories our teacher taught in class, I rationalized. I went on a search for my clitoris. OK. I knew where it was but I had never, I repeat, never touched it on purpose before. When I found it, I used it as a way to quiet myself after getting upset the night of my senior prom, I was very upset, but I never forgot what Billy did for me. And after coming home from the hospital, full leg cast and all, I pictured his elysian face as I quieted myself that night. It was very awkward. I didn't really become comfortable in my own skin until way after college, my liberal arts school frowned on inhibition unless it was purposely used for the good of the art. I earned my masters in art history and became an assistant art curator at a contemporary art gallery. A year long tedious internship led to a five year love affair. But that also didn't happen without tragedy. Andrew taught me everything and I mean everything. He was a master of the art of clitoral licking and it must have been his early sculpting years that trained his fingers to caress my **** and g spot with such delicate manipulation. He showed me what he liked, guiding my hand up his shaft with a certain pressure and pace then playing delicately with and teasing the tip before gliding back down. Although there were guys in college who tried to win my prize, no one qualified for more than a kiss back then.