"You know you've said that a million times." Looking to my friend who had finally managed to drag me along to his favourite place in the whole city. "I'm really not buying it." He put his arm around me and poked me in the breast. "You'll love it." Giving him the evil eye. "Don't touch my boob." Raising his hands and sitting back down across from me in the...
I sat at the bar in my tightest black dress I owned per the instruction of Miss. Brandy. My curly blonde hair had been pinned into place and my long tan legs were smooth. Miss. Brandy had told me exactly how she wanted to see me waiting. 'No panties or bra, bikini muff wax, curl those blonde locks of yours, wear the tightest, sluttiest little black dress y...
Rowdy and I would never have gone to the opera if we hadn't gotten free tickets. We got them from our boss, who made us promise we'd go, and sweetened the deal by giving us Friday off. The company spent plenty to support the arts and got tickets in return. But it looked bad if those seats sat empty. So Rowdy and I got all dressed up and went downtown. I'd n...
This story is the sequel to "Family Affairs in Chelsea". Here we take a look into the lives of Stephanie and Emily a few years after high school. Time changes things and future can lead us anywhere, but how can we escape a past so passionate? Can we really deny our feelings? ***** "Well, I definitely can't..." Stephanie thinks to herself while watching th...
"See ya later Saby," I said as I walked out the door of our two-bedroom apartment. My roommate Sabrina was working on the computer and didn't seem to notice I was leaving. I walked down the stairs and got into my little Ford Escort. It’s no Corvette but for a college girl it gets me where I need to go. About halfway to the restaurant I was going for lunch...
Last week, as I packed for a quick overnight business trip, I was excited and just a bit anxious. I recently started a new position, and for the first time, was representing my company on my own. Little did I know that this was not to be the only "first" of my trip. My husband and I have been working through his infidelity, and as a result, we have really i...
A painful beginning leads to beautiful new possibilities. * Author's Note I spent a little time in the urgent care clinic recently, due to a poorly-timed bout of strep throat. As I'm sitting there in the waiting room, my mind starts turning, generating ideas. By the time I get home, the story starts forming. And, since the steroid medication meant to take...
This is the second part of a story I began years ago. I re-read it recently and realised I had left it hanging after a first part, so here, finally, is the continuation of that story. Hopefully I haven't forgotten in the last few years how to write these characters and what I was going to do with the story. "Hello," Hannah Monroe called out as she walked in...
Some time has passed since the following events happened to me; I realize now how lucky to experience them I am. My life since has slipped back into the routine: I take the subway to work, I go to endless amounts of meetings, I smile politely to clients, but I know that everyone craves something more beyond the plasticity of their prescribed lives. I experie...
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