“What do you mean, ‘you don’t mind?’” Mandy gives me a look. “Just what I said, Josh. I’m not saying you should expect this’ll become an everyday thing, but,” she shrugs, “It’s your birthday. If you want to grope me some, you can.” “You want me to what? Just-- reach out, grab your boobs?” “Don’t … Continue reading My Breast Friend
Tag: romance
Open Positions
When Wendy stops by my desk first thing in the morning and throughout the day and last thing before she leaves, even though I’m not her boss I think she’s just doing her job, checking in how she can help. When she smiles at me and brings me from the shop in the lobby cups … Continue reading Open Positions
A Fresh Start [part 1]
College is a fresh start, they say. A chance to reinvent myself, I’ve been told, to forget who I thought I was as a child and become something different, something new, something better. The promise of spending time with interesting people debating interesting ideas, making interesting things. I keep the door to my dorm room … Continue reading A Fresh Start [part 1]
Out of his league
“I’m gonna kill her,” I tell Justin as I pull my dress off over my head and hand it to him, “Murder her and leave her corpse in a dumpster to rot.” He pays my grumbling no mind, focusing on the stained fabric, scrubbing some concoction into the pricey Italian threads. “I don’t think it’s … Continue reading Out of his league
Melissa
“Dude, high school... was she hot?” I pause in my searching to give Nick a good glare. “I haven’t seen her since graduation, like, fifteen years ago. And we weren’t all that super close back then, either. She’s probably old and fat and bald now, like you, up to her ass in babies.” I chew my cheek. “But yes, she was so hot back then. Spent a lot of lonely nights thinking about her.”
Mom’s Friend Mary, Chapter 2
These words, coming from him, they’re ridiculous and I almost laugh. But instead I find myself moaning from his fingers touching me, making me wet. I’m thirsty for more of it, and I bend at the waist, my face pressed up against the racks where I keep all my shoes, my butt pushed out and into his grip. I step out of my pants, high heeled feet parting. I can feel my arousal swelling fast and strong, eager to be sated.