How I seduced my “straight” coworker into trying out being a lesbian
Hey, y’all! I have another naughty story to share. This one might be one of the spiciest things I've done so far... It all began when I worked on a cheap diner with this girl, let's call her “Samantha.” We were often on the same shift, and we got along well enough. Also, gotta say, Samantha was my type; she had that cutesy innocent look about her, with blonde hair and freckles, and she blushed so easily! I called her my “work-wife” sometimes to my friends who knew I was bi. Samantha had no clue, of course.
I Made The Right Choice.
I had a love, a great love. It’s embarrassing to still be droning on after all this time, but what can I say. It was wonderful.
I wanted to type after watching The French Dispatch
The whole movie was about writing and I couldn't resist. This is the first time properly using the expensive keyboard I reluctantly bought. Now I'm glad I did. Its loud clanging gives an warm, albeit artificial, nostalgic feel.
A Letter For You
Let this be my final letter, Because my words fall on deaf ears. I know you could care less about me & what I have to say regardless of the matter,
My grandpa is getting remarried
My grandfather is getting remarried- to a woman he has never met in person. So it was back in october of 2019, when my grandmother passed away, and my job wrote me up for taking the time off to spend time with her before we took her off life support. But that's another story.
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Your Silver Hair Matches Your Silver Tongue
Before Maybe if the kids hadn’t woken me from a deep sleep at 2 am, things would’ve turned out differently. The darkness of this time of night cloaks me, gives me a clarity not available in the daylight. Maybe if I’d slept through them, my dreams wouldn’t have come crashing down. I could dwell the rest of my life in those maybes, live happily believing the black of night whispers untruths. But I’ve never been much for doubting the revelations that come to me at night. And I’ve never been a procrastinator. Best to get on with it.
My Husband Married Our Babysitter; Now, She Is In, And I’m Out
Our babysitter, Gold, first came to our home when she was eleven years old. Life lesson from my parents: My parents were professional, and they did their best. They had many mouths to feed, including their parents, siblings, and others.
The Gray Is Invading the Mind
The gray grows inward. It’s worst at night. It may be that during the day I feel lifted and free, but then I am abruptly back in free fall; I'm dying again.
I Have Him in Mind, Day and Night and Night and Day
I pick up the phone. I can see that he has sent a new message. I enter the four digits needed to unlock, see an alert about a new mail in the email account inbox.
I Feel Like I’m Free
It is at night that it is worst. It just so happens that I feel like I’m free, but then I feel like I’m dying again. It is very painful.
I haven’t met anyone like me
Humans are social beings. This is not something I just made up, but it’s a construct that’s been chewed over and over again by science. We need interaction, support, and connections if we are to get somewhere meaningful in life. It makes a lot of sense in terms of evolution. Humans wouldn’t make it this far without sharing knowledge and ideas, thus expanding consciousness and elevating humanity to the next level of progress. If you translate it to modern times inundated with social platforms, if no one knows about what you’re doing, it didn’t happen. I tend to agree, but it’s not as simple as it sounds. In order to be around people, you have to like them and, more importantly, they have to like you. This is where I come in.
Are You Ready For Love?
Many people have the fantasy of being swept off their feet by a knight in shining armor. You know, someone to come save them or show up at just the perfect moment and remove all doubt that they are wanted or needed. Well it turns out that this kind of thing is not entirely limited to fairy tales.