Another something different from me. Sometimes I just wanna try something new. So many things on my mind, I just wanna play with ideas. Hate what I'm doing, or actually like my marshmallows fluff, let me know...I do listen, smiles. * We had been lost for about three hours now. And as was always the case between Lynn and I we had been squabbling and snarlin...
"Ohhh! Who's that?" My companion, an older woman and co-worker, glanced over at me and grinned. "Down girl! That's one who will never be interested in you." I glanced at the mirror behind the small bar. Tall at five-nine, I liked to wear heels, three inches, at the lowest. It made me as tall or taller than most men, which sometimes helps in my job. Long b...
The Fight "Why don't you keep your eyes to yourself, before I rearrange your face?" Michael was getting tiresome. We were supposed to be celebrating his raise, and I wanted to give him a treat by wearing his favourite outfit: a simple black top, a miniskirt that shows off my legs, and a pair of heels that were a bit too expensive, but what the hell, a girl...
So, Shoeblossom... I think I wrote a complicated letter to you once about my unfortunate hubby, "Connie the Tranny" when we were living in Bridgeport, Connecticut, but since we've moved to the redneck capital of the world, more interesting stuff has happened. I decided to tape a recent conversation we had when I was giving Conrad his weekly tease... Inessa...
According to conventional wisdom about hijab-wearing Muslim girls, I'm supposed to be soft and sweet. The name is Saleema Hussein and I'm a young woman hailing from the City of Red Deer, Alberta, with a story to share with you. I'm biracial, born to Imran Hussein, an immigrant father from Pakistan, and Salome Gutierrez, a Colombian-born Canadian author. I've...
Still another bonus two-fer. #1 People of Wal-Mart Eat #2 Top Down In Town People of Wal-Mart Eat I wrote this after seeing another PEOPLE OF WAL-MART group of pictures and then seeing the real thing. MsDollie and I often stop for lunch when in town for mail and shopping. We walked into our local Muddle House restaurant for a cheap meal. There she was,...
"May I say something?" she asked. "What is it, bitch?" "I promise not to fight you. I promise to be good. I just don't want to be hurt. I promise to do whatever you want. I won't scream, and I won't bite. I'll do everything you say. I..."she hesitated, "I want this to happen. What I think you're going to do...I want it." "What are you, some kind of whore?...
She looked around the small establishment. The walls were littered with random posters, metal signs; a Budweiser clock here, an inflatable Corona bottle there. The building itself had nearly been condemned only a year prior, and she had followed the local media's coverage of the "revitalization"- as they had termed it, rather triumphantly- of this wasteland....
I had been single for two years by the time of this story. Aside from the occasional encounter, I had spent that two years fucking as many cute Asian hookers as I had time for. I lost count after about 120. A couple became close. One moved in for a while and carried out her business activities in the spare room - no problem for me; I love a warmed up pussy!...
So, having gotten rid of the Jerk, I found myself wanting for another man, but doubting seriously I'd ever find one as "good" as the Jerk had been. It was Candy-Girl who'd deliver me to my next tryst, and she delivered me beautifully. Candy-Girl had been seeing a man and had actually had sex with him while I was working on the Perfect Jerk story so as not...