Jennifer Cypert
Bio
A lover of all the impossibles if only they are in my head.
Stories (30/0)
Vincent
There was a new guy that came to work in the office, Vincent, my supervisor sang. As our supervisor was introducing him, you could hear the rapid heartbeats in the silent room. No one was paying attention to what was being said. She might as well have been speaking a different language. Poor guy, he didn't stand a chance working with twenty women on one floor. He swallowed hard then smiled indulgently, while in each women's head he was the star of their fantasies. Not that I could blame them. I fell victim to his mere sight of intoxication as well. There was a glint in his eye that said everything you needed to know. He was going to enjoy his time here, for however long it was. You had to be quick enough to catch it before he blinked it away.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Filthy
Unrequited
Just for the sake of protection, I will not use his name. He had dark auburn hair, medium built. The type of guy I would enjoy wrapping my legs around. In as few words as possible, hot as hell. Funny, sweet, and flirty. I didn't know at the time, but he was engaged. When I found out, I was sorely disappointed that he was spoken for. I couldn't blame the lady. I would have snatched him up as fast as possible too. I guess you could say that I fall in love quickly. I mistook all of the signals as that he liked me although he was just being himself.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Poets
The Box in the Basement
I will never forget the day my teacher gave us this special assignment. It was a special one because it was a contest. The winner would get a $50.00 gift card to Barnes and Noble and would be published. To this day, I have no idea where it is published. During this time in my life, I was fighting for who I was becoming, no matter anyone had said to make me feel small. It would later spark lots of attention that year included a reading in front of a large group in the cafeteria and a summer of writing.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Poets
Darkside: What's a Girl to Do? (Ch. 2)
Joseph and Trixie lay there, legs and arms tangled with in each other in the Egyptian cotton sheets on the four-poster canopy bed. Warmth filled the dimly lit, blue dark room as they lay there listening to each other breathing. It was a long time since Joseph had been so happy with someone. He marveled to himself how beautiful, willing, and compliant Trixie was. In his eyes, Sarah had turned into a stubborn mule only good for one thing. Beating and cleaning a house. It made him hard thinking about it. Honestly, it seemed like he was beating her more than he was making love to her. If he was honest with himself, he hadn’t loved her at all. She was just someone that he had needed to take his anger out of on, because he had to leave his school and his friends many years ago. Trixie was younger, less complacent with herself, always aiming to make herself better. He loved the fact that she was so driven by her ambitions, yet able to fill his needs. At least most of them. He wanted to be with her always.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Filthy
Darkside: What's a Girl to Do?
A tall, broad chested figure walked slowly to Sarah’s car. She couldn’t make out his face because it was still early and still dark. Her heart pounded as the cop got closer. Her chest grew heavy, making simple breathing difficult; like giving a speech to a crowd of 1,000 people. Sarah kicked herself. She should not have used that card. Now, the police have been alerted and she was going to go to jail, then Joseph would take her away to do unspeakable things to her.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Filthy
Dark Side Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Joseph pulled up to the lobby entrance where the valet was there to meet them. He handed the keys over to a man clad in nothing more than leather underwear and a spiked dog collar around his neck and nipple rings. On one of the left side of his nipple ring was a name tag fastened on to it. The tag read Evan. Attached to the dog collar was a long chain about twenty feet in length. The long silver chain was held by a woman leaning nonchalantly against the hotel wall with her legs crossed. She was watching the valet driver very closely, as if she was waiting for him to make a mistake.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Filthy
Opting out of Metformin
When I was in a small medical college, we were practicing finger pricking to test for diabetes. I remember mine being higher than the rest of the group. The following week, I was sitting in the doctor’s office. They diagnosed me with Type 2 Diabetes. I was given a prescription for Metformin. I just trusted the doctors, hoping everything would be alright, as long as I stayed on the pills.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Longevity
33 Pounds and Counting
Hi! My name is Jennifer and this is my journey to a healthier me. I say journey because being healthy should never stop. This is my story of how it began. My hope is that I can inspire and motivate you to either start your journey or give you encouragement to keep on going.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Longevity
I'm No Superhero
I hate when I have a feeling and I am right. Especially if it is a bad feeling. I hope that I am wrong, but something inside me just knows. Not really sure how it happened, I just know that I will never forget when it did or any of the times after that. What you are about to read are true events.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Psyche
Dark Side Chapter 5
Sarah slid her ring and towel off, slowly sauntering out of the bathroom and put the ring in her purse. She could feel her empty stomach rumbling like thunder before a massive storm. Hunger was driving her mad, but with no money, there was no way that she could feed herself. Sarah walked to the bathroom sink. There was a mini coffee maker, one package of powdered creamer and one single serve of coffee. It was tempting to make it now, but she thought that it was better to save it for morning. Water was her only option. She reached for the coffee pot to fill it with water. Sarah gulped it down then refilled it again. She did this until she no longer felt hungry. Waterlogged and very full of liquid, she decided to lay down.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Filthy
Dark Side: Chapter 4
When Joseph spotted Trixie, she was laying on her side in hot pin-up fashion on the hood of her car. Her tight black bustier hugged her breasts together, showing some delicious cleavage. Trixie's shorts were so short that just the bottom edge of her ass peaked out. Sunlight bathed her mocha skin and long, strawberry blonde hair. Joseph could feel his cock instantly harden and he could taste her blood red lipstick as he walked over to the side of the car where her feet were. Taking her by the ankles, he easily pulled her to him. She immediately shifted to her back, smiling up at him. She raised up and wrapped her arms and legs around his waist, thrusting her dancing tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back, overtaking her mouth, his hands snaking up and down breasts, waist, and ass.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Filthy
Dark Side: Chapter Two
For a Motel 6 bathroom, the shower head was the good kind. The kind you might find in a more luxurious hotel. The shower head looked like a dessert plate, shiny silver, with large holes for the water to come out in long consecutive streams. Since this was no apartment building, with the hot water running out after ten minutes on a good day, Sarah took advantage of the fact that she could take her time. She dipped her head back with her eyes closed, her arms in front of her breasts, outer palms against each other, fingers standing straight out wrists touching in a lotus pose. This was just something she inadvertently did. This time though, was giving thanks. Sarah was giving thanks to the heat of the water as it was purging her from head to toes from everything that had happened to her. This was the first shower that she had taken, without the fear of Joseph coming in at any moment to grope her, ask her if her ass was getting larger or flush the toilet so the water turns freezing cold. Right now it was her secluded oasis. That was truly what she was grateful for.
By Jennifer Cypert6 years ago in Filthy