“My sixteenth was anything but sweet; it was more like a passage into hell on earth. March 12 was the day my… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“My sixteenth was anything but sweet; it was more like the passage into hell on earth.” — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“I call you Angel because, I honestly believe that God put an Angel on this earth just for me,” he admitted, cupping… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“lives. In some cultures, it’s even considered to be the start of passage into womanhood. My sixteenth was anything but sweet; it… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“She felt something for me too, deep down I knew it, but she was just scared of getting hurt again. I could wait thought;… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“• She grinned teasingly. “Do you have a little shoe fetish, Jamie?” My eyes raked up her body, taking in every inch of her… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“He said in a deadly serious tone, ‘Momma, am I dead?’ And I said ‘no honey, you’re not dead’, and he shook his head,… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“Well, he told me you were a flirt who would try and get me into bed, but damn, I didn’t realise you’d start before… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“Some girls, deserves to have you treat her like a princess everyday, just like you always do to me." - Maisie Preston” — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share
“My sixteenth was anything but sweet; it was more like a passage into hell on earth. March 12 was the day my dreams died… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“Night Liam was considerate, loving and thoughtful. Day Liam was a flirt, slut and a jerk. However, both night and day Liam made me… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“did I just think about licking Liam like he was a Popsicle or something?” — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“It was the silly little things that seemed so unimportant at the time that could end up meaning the most after, the things that… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
“She was so far out of my league that we were practically on different continents. And yet I’d never longed for anything as much… — Kirsty Moseley Copy Share Image
