It's cold. Brisk, as my mom put it this morning. Fall is in the air and just like that, New York put on their coats. At least, it's cold to me. I never know how to dress anymore. I don't have an extra layer of fat like I did when I was Ben, so I've noticed I get colder much quicker now. The last couple of days have been all sweaters and jackets. Central Park...
Chapter 8: It's called growth. ———— It's been six days since Will got shot. It feels like it's been the longest week of my life. When I went to school that very next day it almost seemed like nothing had happened. Sister Crick was still the same nasty-ass bitch, school still ran the same and when I came home Kate was her same cheerful, albeit tired, se...
Full Day at the Spa...$450 Hot New Clothing...$600 Two-way plane ticket from the east coast to the west coast...$750 The look on your face when you open the door and see me standing on your porch...PRICELESS This has gotten ridiculous. You must agree, don't you? We've been "lovers" for years now, true...however, we've yet to meet in person. Don't you fin...
It's quiet. It's always been quiet here. I found the place about three years ago and fell in love with it immediately. It's large enough to be comfortable without being too ostentatious. And it's far enough away from the main road to give me the peace and quiet I need after a long day at work. And yet, I can hear cars in the distance. The low susurrus of t...
"Damn, damn, damn," I mutter as I race downstairs to meet you. "You're home!" I cry as I wrap my arms around you and kiss you deeply. I am so hot that I'll take what I can get, even if it means a vanilla fuck instead of the ass reaming that I want. I reach down and start undoing your belt. "You're especially eager tonight," you say, laughing. "Let me just p...
I think I'm in trouble. Cindy told me I had to do some chores while she was at work, but I forgot all about it and she's walking through the door. There was something about a bag of washing but I can't remember and she's furious. She looks so sexy in her smart top, her white stockings and little black pleated skirt and I know what I want to do but her face s...
Lauren Oxley / October 13, 1980, 8:17 p.m. "Hi. I'm Marge." "I'm Lauren." "Pleased to make your acquaintance." I don't even know what to say to that, so I don't say anything. Marge is a flaming redhead with big hair. In fact, a lot of her parts are pretty big, although she's not fat by any means. She seems a good bit older than me—maybe late thirti...
Part 2 of Making me Wait Waiting: I hear a creak in to floor above, is she coming back now my body involuntarily shudders. Seconds pass, nothing. My heart beat, I can feel it in my chest, heat coming from my belly sore oh so sore. More time passes, another sound, a door being opened and shut far away. Heart skips a beat. ......... Laughter, a muted voice m...
Chapter 03: The Road to Ruin The ride to the restaurant is an ordeal. You try two or three times to initiate conversation, but I don't bite. I've never been anything but wide eyed and thrilled to be near you – everything fun, everything light, everything you say charming and funny. So my silent treatment comes across as deadly serious. A challenge to our or...
I've been a Detective for two months now, and I have no complaints. Work load is basically the same, and I get to respond when a uniform pulls over a stolen car. Pretty fun to investigate those. I was completely wrong about Queen, he's a good detective, and a good mentor. Wu is the asshole. Detective Sergeant Wu, since no one felt like bringing that up whe...