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Number of Stories Written: 187
Bette & Tina’s House The smell of brewing coffee wafted through the house on a crisp fall morning. But in the master bedroom, the smell of sweat and sex lingered in the air. The two occupants of the bed lied on their backs next to each other and panted through the afterglow of their morning
Tina sat curled up on the couch with a script and a notepad to occupy her time on a Saturday evening. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that a tall, lanky figure was lingering in the hallway adjacent to the living room. A few audible sighs came from the direction of the
The blonde chuckled as her date tried for the third time to get their waiter’s attention. “I guess we’re not as interesting as that corner booth full of gay boys,” Her dark-haired date smiled as she tossed a look over to the rather boisterous group of young men in the corner that had their waiter
Tina opened one eye and surveyed her surroundings. Her head pounded from the tequila shots the night before and her throat was desert dry. The early dawn provided just enough light in the living room to see the glass of water on the tray setting atop the large fabric-covered ottoman that doubled as a coffee
Invincible Playlist The wind whipped through the architectural monuments that stood proudly overlooking the city. The great heights at which I soared only gave me a bird’s eye view of their variously structured rooftops. In between each building, the narrow depths of manmade corridors ended in rows of vehicles that were caught in traffic
Bette’s House ”This was gonna be your birthday present,” Jodi said as she set down a black box decorated with silver mesh ribbon and a bow on top of the glass table. ”Um…whatever.” Bette watched her ex walk out of her front door before taking a few steps toward the table and picking up the
”So are you gonna tell me what it is, or are you just gonna sit there grinning like an idiot?” ”Alice, you know you don’t want to hear this.” ”Bette, come on, we’re friends, right?” I looked at her with a suspicious eye when she posed the question. ”Jesus, Porter, I’m so over you. It’s
But lately I haven’t been feeling it.
Chapter 86: You’re the boss.
Chapter 85: I’ll Work For Hugs, Kisses and the Occasional Orgasm
Chapter 84 – You Owe Me A Carwash
Chapter 83 – I Love You, Too