Recent content by Christobelle Montgomery

Christa looked up in slight bemused irritation she felt Robin's hand squeezing her backside - it quickly changed to embarassment when she saw Deirdre and Wallace appear. Haven't I had enough embarassment for one day? Christa thought, inwardly complaining. However, she merely busied herself...

Christa pulled the sheets over her head, curling up in abject horror and mortification. Why, oh why, had such a lovely day turned out so humiliating? Now she looked absolutely foolish, naked and splattered in paint. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around her legs...

Christobelle was absolutely mortified, her cheeks burning as she pulled the sheet over her and wrapped it around herself, saving herself from humilation - even though it was already too late, and she was long past simple embarassment to the point where she wanted the earth to swallow her up...

Christa smiled, not at all shyly, but pleasantly and comfortably, feeling so safe and happy as he stroked her hair. She wrapped her arms around him, in a relaxed yet loving manner. She'd never done anything like that before, but she was awfully glad she did. She didn't regret it for a second...

Never had Christa felt more confused than she did at that moment. She was so afraid of people, so scared to let anyone touch her - much less a man like Robin - and yet when he did, she loved every touch and wanted more. What was wrong with her? She wasn't certain she should let him do such...

Shaking her hands to loosen them up, Christa gave Robin a small, warm smile. She liked him an awful lot, and she was enjoying spending time with him, even if it was mildly awkward at times. At least it was a good way to ease in to dating, without having to talk too much. Perhaps that was why...

It became harder and harder for Christa to concentrate on what she was doing, because every time she looked at Robin, she got momentarily distracted and had to pause to compose herself before she could keep going. Every time she met his eyes and caught him smiling at her, her heart skipped a...

Christa was thankful that she'd tidied up somewhat...although still embarassed that her designs, paintings and drawings were everywhere. At least she'd only kept her favourites, the ones that she wasn't so fond of were kept in a drawer, and the rest she'd thrown out. Still, it was mildly...

Christa turned beetroot red at his statement. Me? Beautiful? Nobody's ever said that to me before, she thought, biting her lip and looking away, suddenly even more shy than she was before. He said I'm beautiful. Did he really mean that? "Uhm...um...th-thank you. You...you look very nice," she...

Mondays were always terribly dull for Christa. Wallace was at work, Isolde was also doing some odd job or another - so she was alone in the house, with nothing much to do. Then again, that was how she spent most of her life...but somehow, Mondays were more boring than any other day. Except for...

Oh dear, oh dear, what have I said now? Christa thought to herself, raising a hand to her mouth and biting down on her thumbnail. There seemed to be a very awkward silence. This is why I should stay home... she mused, her face burning in shame. It was all Robin's fault, the childish side of her...

The bands looked so painful, yet at the same time they were so intricate and - dare she say it? - beautiful. What the marks represented was ugly and abhorrent, but looking at the design...it was very impressive. Perhaps it had to do with who the marks were on, as well as the actual...

Such behaviour was unlike the small red-headed woman. Her first instinct was always to hide away from any attention, to stay well away from the spotlight. She was not courageous, oh no, in fact she was pretty terrified of everything. Then why did I go? Why did I say yes to him? Well, Christa had...

He's so cute when he blushes, well, he's so cute all the time... Christa thought to herself, a little embarassed by her own naivety. She was twenty-four and she was acting like a schoolgirl with a silly crush. The way he looked at her...nobody had ever looked at her like that before. It was...

Never having kissed anyone in her life (well, she'd possibly kissed a boy in preschool or first grade, back when she was a little less shy than she was now and had been playing families or something), Christa was unsure of what to expect. And in the first moment, her heart sank somewhat as he...