The worst day of the week was Friday night. Several beautiful women walked past me on my way to work, and my desire to approach them surrendered to my anxiety. The excuses I concocted not to talk to them would baffle a madman.
I stood at her door. She opened it, smiled and gestured to step inside. I stood in her lounge, eager to get down to business. Her warm apartment was a stark contrast to the breeze I felt in my car, with an open window to clear my foggy windshield
Snowflakes trickled down in between the naked branches and onto my yellow grass. Oh, great. Just what I need—more deprivation from the sun and being cooped up in the house for the next few months. The summer flew by quickly. I had a ton of work to complete, keeping me from the outdoors.
Rain trickled down on my lilies and smudged the concrete that I had pressure-washed a week ago. Today was the fifth day in a row that I was cooped up in the house because of unfavourable weather. Working from home was wonderful
Stretching my arm to reach for the oil on the top shelf caused me excruciating back pain. I don’t know why the hell they had to put it up so high. I placed the oil in my cart and pressed my hand against my back while squirming. A young lady looked at me
The years of snarky comments and selfishness that Jolene dished out to Joe flooded his mind. He felt entitled to give her a piece of his mind, and he knew that it would satisfy him. But his wife’s feelings overpowered his desire to hurt her further
I slumped onto the couch and exhaled a heavy sigh. Being a strong and independent woman was exhausting. Outside, three men passed me, and none of them offered to carry my air conditioning package. They must’ve been intimidated by me.
My weed dealer, Smokey, told me about the upmarket gym that had recently opened in a luxurious building. Initially, I thought he was joking. His scrawny arms wouldn’t fool anyone into believing that he lifted weights.
Summer’s wind-down urged me to go to the beach, with the hopes of finding ass to tap. Preferably round, tanned, plump ass. That was my goal, but my desperation lowered my standards significantly, so I would accept pretty much anything with a pussy.
I don’t know what the hell is going on, but it seems that everyone is in holiday mode. I posted a pic of myself on Insta, and it barely got fifty likes. Even if I say so myself, my black skirt and tank top made me look stunning. That post had only five comments