After the parking lot incident, I stayed away from Costco for a while. Still, I couldn’t stop replaying the encounter - how his eyes flashed with wrath and maybe desire too. I could still see his smile as he said, “Nope, try again.” I thought back to my m...
No one’s ever all good or all bad. We’re a mix. Sure, some people lean in one direction maybe. I know I’m not a saint, far from it, but I do my part in the little life I have to brighten people’s days. I took a hit from my dab pen in the parking lot befor...
You know you’re disturbingly lonely when your main social interactions become the checkout people at stores. And yes, the Target employees all knew me. But this was different. Costco guy made me feel things. Sure, his clothes were entirely handmade, Renai...
“I think it's time for you to leave now,” I said to Kevin, as I motioned my head towards the door. “Are you really going to fuck those festival freaks?” He seemed genuinely concerned. Who is the real freak here, I thought, the kids having fun or the thirt...
“Hey Poncho!” I called as Alex walked in to my second floor apartment. “Hello Miss Rebecca, and just ‘Alex’ is fine.” He shrugged off his jacket, folding it carefully before setting it over the chair. “Ok Poncho” I said, trying not to smile. Sometimes I’d...
Fresh out of high school and desperate to be rid of my virginity, I strode down the beach in my black bikini. I didn’t work out, but I had a flat stomach and a nice round ass like most girls at eighteen. The bikini was just cheeky enough to make you wonde...
“Just come in, we can turn around quick and drop off the burrito, roll a joint.” He made it sound so innocent. Part of me knew this wasn’t all that would happen, but I played along. “Yeah, sure,” I said, and followed him into his plant-filled bohemian oas...
May 12th It’s Team Meeting again. He’s next to me and he’s trying to play footsie, the sick fucker. But then everything he does is “the sick fucker” lately. Posting that he enjoys bird watching? Sick fucker. He’s gardening? The sicko. Throwing a party for...
February 2nd, 10:15 am Women’s bathroom at the Jewish Community Center “Hey, New York.” I blink. The man addressing me is tall and dark, maybe even handsome, but he’s in the lady’s bathroom with a kindergartner. What is he doing in there? They’re probably...
Do you know what it’s like to ache for something you’ve never experienced? To want a love, a passion you’ve only read about? A freedom that may not even be possible, but you want it, you want it, you want it. ~~~ Anne’s body ached from bumping around in t...
I hate weddings. The whole show of it all, the presents all disgust me. I hate the assigned seats, the horrible music, the speeches, the stupid bridesmaids, and their stupid matching outfits. I hate how you’re obligated to go and look happy and then when...
The beat throbbed through her bones. Womp womp womp. Sophie let herself be moved by the music and let herself forget why she was here. The Miami night was no match for the patrons of this club. Nothing would stop them from a party. Not COVID, not committe...
Olivia Winslow was many things, including beautiful, always a head-turner. She had breasts that never needed a bra, full lips, a rounded behind, auburn hair, and sparkling blue eyes. She was a faithful friend, a brave soul, a beacon of light. One thing sh...
It doesn’t matter how I ended up here, just that I’m staying after class and I’ve seen enough porn to know what that means. “Marguerite, hang back after class, will you?” Professor Baur said. I get some looks from other students but try to remain calm and...
