I am a 28 year old vagabond. I guess that is the right word as I can't seem to settle into anything, a job or a relationship. I've had several relationships over the last ten years, with males and females. Can't even decide which one I prefer. As for jobs, a year at any was a long time until I started driving a limo about two years ago. I started with a stre...
Author's note: I had stated in part 1 that the short dinner scene stood on its own, but I also promised I'd consider writing a second part if there was enough demand. Since almost all comments were clamouring for a continuation, I had to cave. I finally found a way to keep the story going in the same playful vibe as the first, while remaining as authentic...
This story stands alone well, but is more fun after reading the first chapter! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Hey wake up! We have 20 minutes." Chrissy roughly woke her roommate Amber. "Com'on, our alarm didn't go off. We can't be late for Professor. Linden's class or he won't accept our term papers. Amber, get up!" Amber went from confusi...
The sun sparkled off the pond, giving the illusion of warmth when as far as she could see, snow covered the landscape. She wished that she could go out and play in it but her father had said that it was impossible. She stamped her feet and roared at him, but he didn’t budge from his decision. What was worse, he didn’t say why she couldn’t go out. She had bee...
My name is Gabriela. No, it's not, but I'm not telling you my real name. I'm 29 years old. I was 29 last year too. I'm a professional girlfriend. My boyfriends' wives would call me a whore. My boyfriends buy me jewelry, clothing, pay my rent, my credit card bills, sometimes even give me shares in their companies or illegal stock tips. What do they get ou...
Erica lay down on the soft, cushiony bed. She closed her blue eyes listening as her friend Taylor turned the shower on in the bathroom. Slowly, Erica's hand drifted down past her grey shirt and the hem of her jean shorts and let her fingernail gently scratch her inner thigh. Relaxing, she gently trailed her nail along her leg side. Her long, slender legs we...
I open up my dorm room door and throw myself on the bed exhausted. Why did I ever think signing up for morning classes was a good idea? "Hi Kasey," I say to my roommate who is sitting at her desk pouring over piles of chemistry homework. "Hi Em," she says back to me without looking up. I never understood how she could get so engrossed in her studying. I...
They were the couple everyone respected. Brianna was a woman of stability— trustworthy, full of perfect advice and genuinely positive all the time. She didn't get involved in rumors or drama. Yet, she was also a lot of fun and willing to jump into a little mischief. Patrick was the husband and father that the other women told their husbands to be more like—r...
To my surprise, nothing much happened for the rest of the summer. We just worked out, chatted and flirted. It was a very normal bestie friendship. We never talked about our hug or the flirty text exchanges we'd occasionally have. I became convinced that there was nothing serious in it. It seemed we were both in a mindset to make our marriages better. Bria...
When I woke up the next morning, I heard Kendra moving about the kitchen again making us breakfast, which brought a smile to my face, knowing that she was thinking of me even if it was not on a sexual level. I pulled on my stonewashed jeans with torn spots (I called them my poor girl's jeans) and a form fitting blouse and scooted out to where she was. "Abo...