Cliché of a virgin wall

Should I really start first without my friend being here? I guess I could.. we will be sharing a lot of information and details from now onwards, well sharing it with whomever will read it.

As we sat chatting later in the afternoon at a cafe not so far away from some yet far from others we were sharing details.. well some are naughty.. but I'll let her tell you about that night.. it was sensually steamy.. Her words will certainly better describe it!

As for me.. well I will share some of my past glories as with time I have become more soft and therefore, more prone to being hurt much more frequently.. i may also share some slight escapades, feelings, sentiments and pure raw emotions and feelings or even frustrations.

I can start with 'him'. Lets call him Harith. Why Harith? well I love the name and it's quite typical to where my origins are from.. I am quite passionate about that far away fairy tale land and love it to death! So back to Harith... yes, he did break my heart... five months later and I can't seem to get him out of my mind.

The problem was that I believed him! it's easy! He'd said the magic words and voila! I was not eating out of the palms of his hands but gently nibbling his ears and placing delicate kisses on his forehead and delighting at the taste of his delightful mouth.. Yes his mouth was delightful in many ways! when he smirked and grinned, when he spoke but mostly when he kissed me the first time in his car, and then in the same elevator of the restaurant where he was dying to kiss me the time before, and many more times in his car and his apartment and.. the last time in a cold worn out hotel room where his lips touched mine longingly for the last time..

It all started in a funky restaurant in the old town...