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Dear Diary; We were curled up on the couch, while next to us were my parents asleep in the big leather chairs. Not just lying together on the long low leather couch, we were pressed against each other. Kent was making circles on my inner thigh. His fingers felt cold as ice but his touch was so soft. I had on a pair of short black shorts. They were new and I just realized that if I had worn long jeans when Kent came over I never would have felt his amazing touch. He would occasionally kiss my neck, which in return sent shivers through-out my entire body. As the shivers took over my body pressed deeper into his.  Nothing could have made the se

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Out in the pasture reading in the heat. The girl is now a teenager and the mare who she has loved and cared for is now five.              They work with one another, nothing stands in their way. That little mare would walk through fire if it meant being with her girl.      That girl would run through the largest paddock just to be close to her little strong brown mare.

The barrel wobbled as she leaned down to catch it with her hand. turnin` and burnin`, pushing her mare to the limits.         It was State finals and she wanted that saddle,     it would look so exquisite on her lovely steed.        She held her breath on the last turn and gave her steed her head. They flew through the timers and she sat back sliding to a stop. Nothing fell.

       With a burning desire the girl stood watching the wild mustang tear up the small pen it was confined to.       The mare had the gentlest eyes yet they were full of terror.    She knew that was the horse, no matter what it took she would have that large untamed beast.             The Auction started and she pointed out the horse to her father.         He shook his head silently but agreed.

The twenty-first year of me being  alive  is finally here. I can drink don`t really have to but hey why not my friends are taking me to this super fancy bar. How can a bar be fancy. Oh that is right it`s my friends and if it has a mechanical bull they think it is fancy. I go put on the tightest pair of wranglers and off to ride.

I am now free;            I now do not have you.                           What I do have is the ability to create and dream.              I can live                                      life how I want to and I do not have to listen to something a guy                      who I think I love wants me to do. So Reality is best served honest and free. While Dreams are best served Creative and solitary..

So my once dreams became reality, my reality then turned into different dreams. Various dreams but all revolved around two things, Freedom and You. Freedom: From you, to be able to dream freely. I know dreamed of being the girl who was not a damsel in distress. I was the knight in shining armor saving myself. I realized in all of my old dreams I never truly saw the person`s face. I only thought I did. In the beginning I knew I wanted to fall in love. I just had to. Being nearly fifteen and never having a guy look at me twice. I thought I was some freak or just super ugly. Now I realize three things. 1. Guys have always looked at me 2. I ne