tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77425167771453307042024-08-28T04:24:15.376-07:00A wild, carefree woman on a quest for the once-in-a-lifetime love. Passionate in everything she does, girls want to be her and guys want to be with her!Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977281983110684132noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742516777145330704.post-54130373470735391992014-03-25T11:03:00.000-07:002014-03-25T11:03:38.658-07:00

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I woke up early the next morning. I was looking forward to a day of peace and quiet after a trying week. I had some things that needed to be done but weren’t pressing. I laid in bed, debating upon how to start my day. Laundry needed to be done. Boxes needed to be unpacked. Life needed to be organized in general.I decided my first order of the day would have to be some exercise. Otherwise I

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Being with Chief isn’t that bad. He spoils me. We go to out to dinner every night, shopping, movies, and pretty much anything I want to do. He encourages me to see friends. Especially my female friends. Oh how I miss hanging out with Jaimie and Maryanne! I saw them briefly while I was working there but it wasn’t enough time.“Alright, I’ve got some free time coming up. What’s your schedule

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Sailor was reluctant to let me go. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I needed some space. I had to think about what happened. I got dressed quickly after using the bathroom. I kissed him goodbye and left.I didn’t go home. I couldn’t. Not yet. Instead, I made a fatal mistake. I called Chuck.

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http://randomchelseathoughts.blogspot.com/

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I am going to have a difficult time not writing this chapter in French. I spent 2 years in Marseilles. Work, work, work. That was my world and technically, I didn’t have the time for relationships. I had just been burned in what could be noted as the shortest relationship of my life. That’s what I get for allowing myself to be swayed by some jerk’s sweet talk. Ugh. I’m just grateful I only

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“I love you,” was all I could say. It summed up all the unusual emotions I had been having.“I love you as well,” Sailor replied.I didn’t know if anything else needed to be said. He obviously had more on his mind.“I love looking into your eyes. They are so dark and mysterious. They draw me in.”I chewed my bottom lip, unsure how to respond or if a response was even needed.“We have one problem

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I receive emails on a regular basis asking questions. I'm pretty certain that some of them will be redundant so I will be creating a separate blog to answer all your questions. If the question is on your mind, please check there or email me. I will keep your name private!Ask me anything and I will answer to the best of my opinion. No topic is off limits!~Chelsea~

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We finally arrive at his apartment and unload my luggage from his truck. Once inside the apartment, he drops my suitcase on the floor and pulls me into a tight hug. His lips are pressed against the hollow of my neck. I melted right on the spot. Chief knew where my weak spots were. I had instantly become his slave.I pulled away from him to look into his eyes. His hands were on my hips as I

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Sailor was gentle and tender. He made sure I wanted him before we went any further. I had wanted him since the day I met him! Was he nuts? Could he really not tell that I wanted to spend every waking moment with him? Hell, I’d spend the rest of my life with him if he asked.We continued kissing for the longest time. Then Sailor peeled my shirt off and caressed my breasts through my bra. My

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Chelsea has caved in to the demands of the DARK SIDE!! She has joined TWITTER! Come, rescue her from TWITTER HELL!@chelseadiaries~Chelsea~

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I would get through the weekend with him. He was like a gleeful child when I said yes. The sad puppy dog look was gone from his face. We continued the drive to the restaurant in silence.Chief knew of my weakness for authentic Mexican food. It was no surprise where he took me. He held my hand as we walked from the car. Chief has always been a gentleman with the ladies. I must admit this is

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I met Sailor when I was in my teens. He was a friend of a friend of a friend. Sailor was green from boot camp and getting ready to go to school for his specialty. He wasn’t quite 6 feet tall, which was a prerequisite for getting into bed with me, but he had these intense blue eyes that made me melt every time he looked at me.Yes, I know. This is the second chapter about a man in a uniform.

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Please join me in wishing one of my faithful readers a happy 30th birthday! May you have a blessed day!~<3 Chels @>--

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I couldn’t call him. I could call him. I couldn’t call him. I went back and forth for those days. I was too shy to call him. What would I say? Uh, um, hi, I talked to your mom the other day? How foolish would that sound? I liked him. I mean really, really liked him! I knew I couldn’t get past saying hello without feeling flustered and tongue-tied.I took his number down and threw it in

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I knew my luck was going to run out eventually. I ended up with an assignment on Chief’s base. I couldn’t avoid him. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no when he asked me to dinner. We had been friends for over 10 years. He knew how to get under my skin. He knew how to corner me so I couldn’t deny him his request.I felt so weak.Every location I go to, I am given a private office. I don’t

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