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He Needs Me and I Need Him
Simone’s Notes:
Sexual arousal is the process and state of an animal being ready for sexual activity and feeling an urge for sexual contact. Sexual arousal for a man results in an increased blood flow to the penis, to produce an erection. This is usually the most prominent and reliable sign of sexual arousal in males; however, adolescent males experience frequent ‘non-sexual’ erections stemming from their high level of testosterone. In a woman, the vagina becomes lubricated in anticipation of sexual intercourse. Unlike most animals, human beings of both sexes are potentially capable of sexual arousal throughout the year; therefore, there is no human mating season. Things that precipitate human sexual arousal are colloquially known as turn-ons. Turn-ons may be physical or mental in nature. Given the right stimulation, sexual arousal in humans will typically end in an orgasm, but may be pursued for its own sake, even in the absence of an orgasm.
Damon is in deep sorrow. I don’t understand what or why. But I know that he needs me. He came to me all upset. I asked him what was wrong and he just kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. My love said that he needed me. I didn’t know what he was talking about. He just kissed me again and I took him back to my room. We ended up doing it on my bed. Oh, it was so good. Afterwards, we went to sleep. However early in the morning, I woke up in tears. I had another dream about Kate. was dreaming that I was walking in this forest. The hot white light was everywhere. There was virtually nothing in this place. All I could see was a tall dying willow tree. Under it was a wooden casket. I slowly walked over to it and looked inside. My best friend, Kate, was lying dead inside of it. Only, she didn’t look dead. She just looked asleep. Kate was all dressed in white lace. Her hair was down. Rosary and a golden cross were in her hands. Soft petals were falling on her cold face and body. My heart ached with sorrow. I knelt down and kissed her forehead. I said a little prayer for her. Then I collapsed on my knees and cried. I cried in real life. Damon just held me while I did so. I need him and he needs me. We just have to be there for each other or we’ll fall into a hole of darkness.
–Ginny
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Add comment November 11, 2008
My Sweet Love
Simone’s Notes:
Historians believe that the actual English word “romance” developed from a vernacular dialect within the French language, meaning “verse narritve”, referring to the style of speech and writing, and artistic talents within elite classes. The word was originally an adverb of sorts, which was of the Latin origin “Romanicus”, meaning “of the Roman style”, “like the Romans.” The connecting notion is that Eurepeon medieval vernacular tales were usually about chivalric adventure, not combining the idea of love until late into the seventeenth century. The word “romance” or the equivalent thereof also has developed with other meanings in other languages, such as the early nineteenth century Spanish and Italian definitions of “adventurous” and “passionate”, sometimes combining the idea of “love affair” or “idealistic quality.” The more current and Western traditional terminology meaning “court as lover” or the general idea of “romantic love” is believed to have originated in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, primarily from that of the French culture. This idea is what has spurred the connection between the words “romantic” and “lover”, thus coining the English phrase “romantic love.” But the precise origins of such a connection are unknown. Although the word “romance”, or the equivalents thereof, may not have the same connotation in other cultures, the general idea of “romantic love” appears to have crossed cultures at one point in time or another.
I got to come home for Fall Break. I made love to my wife, Riza, again. I miss her and the baby so much. I bet they miss me too. Okay, just Riza missed me. But, I like to think that the baby missed me too. Anyway, absence makes the heart grow fonder. That is too true for me. I can only see my wife on weekends. I can’t wait for Chirstmas so I can see my wife and friends again. I really love Riza and my baby.
–Jakob
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Add comment October 18, 2008
