I decide to wear my garder belt and thigh high stockings to the cocktail hour. I really hope you’re here. I was disappointed this morning when I didn’t see you at the conference opening. You’re the main reason I came... okay... you’re the only reason I came.
I gather myself once the feeling of consciousness has returned. I dress and pick up the remains of my belongings in the small, private massage room. I walk past the front desk and I can feel her looking at me, I choose not to return the gaze. I’m out of sorts; I don’t know what to think. It’s not until I sit in my car and begin to drive away I think about what just happened…
Moving somewhere where I thought would make me happy did not make me happy. The clubbing and bar life just isn't for me anymore; I moved to the town wanting those things and to get out a bit, but it only made me stay in more than I ever have done. Locked away in my bedroom in a house share was the most miserable time in my life, questioning every thought and then worrying about them seeing as I'm all alone; my housemates wouldn't care, they wouldn't even know. I wasn't too sold on that idea.
Alexa begrudgingly got ready for the annual beginning of summer party that her parents hosted. She knew good and well what was going to happen. Half drunk people asking her life questions that she had an obligation to give answers to. Alexa didn’t know why she even felt a small urge to go. It’s not like she would really be missed if she didn’t show up. By the time she got there, her parents would be trashed beyond logic anyhow. They had always spent a metric fortune on alcohol to begin with. She guessed that it was better than staying home being pathetic.
“So that message you sent me was out of the blue. It came straight out of nowhere.”
Yesterday I turned 21 years old. Jaden took me out to Olive Garden to celebrate. Cameron just so happened to be there and made an appearance at our table. Earlier that same day at 4:45 in the morning I sent him a long message expressing my true feelings for him. He tried to see me after receiving my message, but I blew him off because of my plans with Jaden. And there he was standing in front of us with that look on his face like he wanted to fuck me.
Julie could hold more than just a plank.
I wanted to surprise him, he had been working so hard. We just moved into our first home together, and I wanted him to have a nice little surprise. I went out and bought his favorite food and went to Victoria Secret for something sexy for dessert. I made his favorite meal, chicken stir fry, Angry Orchard for him and red wine for me. I dimmed the lights in the kitchen. He came home at just the right time when I had finished everything. We sat and ate our meal as he helped me clean the dishes, and as he went into the living room to watch TV; I slipped into our bedroom and changed into a maroon, lace bodysuit. I put on my black heels and draped my black kimono around my body.
Of my 15 partners, there are a two I would consider telling to never touch a woman again. I am an advocate for size doesn't matter during sex, so none of these men had that problem, but MAN did they have something wrong with them.
You used to be my favorite memory. A moment in time where I usually got lost in, with a coated key full of sadness to open the door. A flood of emotions would drown me every time, anywhere, while doing anything. It robbed me of my senses, consuming my lungs until breathing became painful.
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He made it sound like an invitation rather than a command, but it was still an invitation that had to be accepted.