I was in Brenda’s dressing room, staring into her full-length mirror. Noises were coming down the corridor from my girlfriend's kitchen. It was where a late breakfast was being eaten, but I was not ready to join them. There was too much merriment going on...
I looked at her across the conference table, as she talked. Only half listening to what she said. My heart thudding in my ears was all I could hear. Her long red hair sliding over her nipples was making me uncomfortably distracted. Her name was Jasmine, a...
“People say they enjoy reading your stories because you add twists,” she says as she finishes my nude painting. “Yep,” I chuckle. “But they don’t know about the actual twist of my life.” “Do I know?” She winks and walks over to me, grinning. I open my leg...
Tess paused at the door of the salon. She passed it every day, seeing the women go in and come out, and thought of the image in the glass. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to ask, she went inside. The stylist looked over at her and smiled. She was a tall, busty...
