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
I leapt into the bus just before the door closed. Panting, I looked back at the road that I had sprinted to ensure that I wouldn’t miss my interview. Thank God that Gwyneth helped me on short notice to look after my daughter.
Ten years of marriage and raising three children exhausted me. At age 32, I needed a break. Mike and I got married soon after he graduated. He didn’t even have a job when he proposed. I worked as a cashier, earning minimum wage.
“Woohoo!” I exclaimed with my fist raised above my head, my other arm tightly around Travis’s abdomen. He swerved left and right, probably attempting to frighten me, but I felt safe with him. He straightened out the bike and twisted the throttle.
I don’t know what I would do without my bestie, Charlotte. If it weren’t for her, I would’ve spent Friday night at home, probably watching movies. She called me out of the blue a few minutes ago and told me about a new joint that opened up.
The drive to the gym was always my favourite part of the day. The destination is my sanctuary where I sweat out the agony and the frustration that has built up inside of me, thanks to elderly customers needing me to explain the same thing five times.
Jeremy’s inability to do ten one-handed push-ups completely turned me off. He barely did five push-ups, and I managed to double his effort and do a walking handstand. Ugh! When am I ever going to meet a real man? Weak men
Magical places such as the Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe, the Grand Canyon in Arizona and the hundred other global locations I’ve visited have built up an impressive collage of my memories. Being exposed to different cultures and mindsets
My head hung after the supervisor called out my name. I knew that Melissa would be disappointed. Instead of taking the bus, I trudged home—anything to delay seeing the disdain on Melissa’s face. I didn’t know how to break the news to her