Before I knew it, I was at Andi's place, which was a few blocks away from Roshanda's. Everything was racing. My thoughts, my heartbeat, the speedometer. I was glad Andi lived where she did because any further, and I'm pretty sure I would've gotten pulled over. Slamming the door and locking the car, I ran to the porch of Andi's crib. Why didn't I go to Ro...
The phone rang and it was Lady. 'My husband has cancelled his trip this weekend, so you can't come over.' I was disappointed and it must have showed in my voice. 'Don't worry. We won't have to wait long. And I will make it up to you. I will introduce you to one of my friends. I think you will like her.' 'Ok,' I said; and then I said 'I didn't know you ha...
"I hate the way you use my language.", me-circa 1998, to an old girlfriend. I have an old friend that used to take on the smoking habits of the people she enjoyed being near. One person smoked Benson&Hedges, and always twirled the ends between her fingertips as she nodded/said something concerning Culinary class, nodded/said something funny about her bro...
Chapter 9: Claire's Birthday Bash by Micaela Reynolds as told to BrettJ © 2009 * Debra and I are going to have a busy couple of days, it seems. We got a phone call early today, from Jena and Sienna , of all people. Turns out that it's Claire's birthday in a few days and the girls want to throw her a party that defies description and wondered if we migh...
Wednesday, August 14th, 2019. Hamburg-Eppendorf, Germany. I was at a car park close to my workplace at the University Clinic Hamburg-Eppendorf, trying to cover my hospital scrubs with my much too warm coat while lighting the Camel Blue cigarette I had needed for at least an hour. The hospital management doesn't want us, the few remaining smokers on staff, t...
This is a true story that happened to me (us) at the end of June in Las Vegas. I am nervous and a little on edge. I was told by a friend to write it out and submit it to this site and another one like it. He feels that others on this site may have gone through something similar and would be able to give advice and feedback over what to do next. I am not a wr...
Kiki sat chatting and smoking with the owner of Tea & Scones, a tea parlor with outdoor seating in a strip mall across the street from the entrance to the town's biggest shopping plaza. It was only 9:53 in the morning and nothing had opened yet. The remains of Kiki's first daiquiri of the day sat drying in a delicate teacup, served in that unusual vessel bec...
To be a bitch, darlings, is to celebrate. Life. Love. Lust. But most of all, celebrate yourself. That's why a bitch is hot. And you want to be a bitch, don't you? That is why are are listening. You want to be like me. Know that you already are. But still hiding it. Not admitting it, not even to yourself. Especially to yourself. You want it. No longer be ch...
Dear Shoeblossom I am an experienced master who got his start in his hometown of Bombay. For some weird reason, fat, entitled American expatriate women love to subjugate themselves before Master Dwali... Finally, I fell in love with Carolyn, who was rich and a true pain slut. Caro brought me home to her Michigan hometown, and here we settled. Things have...
It was 1987. I was in Indianapolis for business and in a bar next to my hotel. It was a week night and not very crowded. Even if it had been crowded, these two young chicks would have stood out. One was very tall and thin, maybe 6'1", with curly black hair and a huge rack. The other was much shorter, about 5'6", a little curvier with a similarly impressive c...