There's something about getting to know someone online, and often knowing them in a much more intimate way than people in their daily lives do, that creates a new reality. A tiny universe where only the two of you exist in your most perfect, most poignant, most hyper sexualized forms. Sure, I may not know that you hate onions, but I know you like it when I g...
I looked in the mirror again to make sure I looked good enough for the interview. Lexi had come over and done my hair. She had done a great job. I decided to wear one of my black dresses. The plunging neckline was just enough to show a good amount of cleavage without being too over the top. It stopped just above my thighs, with a simple cross of my legs it r...
I had the munchies. I don't know and I don't care what they call it today; seems like almost everything I say today is 'so old school' that it is laughable. We used to call that passé' but even passé' is old school. Anyway, I had just smoked a bong of some primo shit; oh, let me guess, 'primo' is old school too. So, is calling my weed 'shit,' right? Noneth...
As instructed, I loosely knotted my hair atop my head. Looking down as I did so, my breasts seemed very close. The thought made me smile a little. The half-cup bustier was certainly doing a fine job, the black lace and scarlet satin vivid against my lightly bronzed skin. For the moment, the bustier was the only thing I wore. I'd offered to put on a full cor...
The group returned from Sweden after the ceremony where Sheldon and Amy received the Nobel Prize for Physics. On their first night back, while they were having take-out dinner, Stuart and Denise came over. They were both excited and Stuart blurted out, "I asked Denise to marry me and she said yes!" The entire group was happy for them and immediately the g...
"So as you can see from these results, we're extremely close to perfecting Cupid's Arrow." Harry's hand shook slightly as it pointed out a few graphs. Chemical ratios, hormone levels, yields, all of the information seeming to blur into a haze of indecipherability. He was hopeful, if sweating under his collar, as he seemed to have gotten through the pitch. T...
I was chatting to my friend Mark at the theatre group the following Monday when Chloe and her mum arrived. Chloe and I exchanged meaningful glances, but we didn't speak until the rehearsal was almost over; I was sitting outside on a bench, smoking on my own, when she suddenly appeared next to me. "I just wanted to say I was sorry," Chloe said. "For what?"...
My freshman year at the University of Missouri passed pretty uneventfully. I kept a low profile, studied hard and made good grades. I played the part of the shy country girl on campus while I got acclimated to a whole new world. I honestly hate to say this, but if I had been thrown into that situation cold, without the weeks I spent working as my uncle's w...
The woman said something in Chinese to Alex as she pulled the strings tight at the back of Alex's dress. "Babe! Come translate!" Alex yelled threw the changing room's curtain with her last breath, right before she was strapped into the dress so tightly she couldn't draw in another. "Sorry" Chaoxiang slipped through the slit in the curtain. "I was talking t...
I gulped nervously as I gazed upon the large, gloomy looking campus. "West Yellowshore Community College" was written in large letters above the entrance of the main building in front of me. I stood there at the bus terminus with my large traveling bag, quietly inspecting the surrounding area. Before I knew it, the bus had already turned around and was long...