I swear, my heart’s still pounding just thinking about it. Last night, I met this guy at this dimly lit bar downtown—you know, the kind with sticky floors and that faint smell of spilled whiskey hanging in the air. He was tall, rough around the edges, with stubble that scratched just right and eyes that … Lire la suite
I still feel his hands on me, like it just happened. God, it was last night, this guy I met at that dimly lit bar downtown. We locked eyes across the room—tall, rough around the edges, stubble shadowing his jaw, that smirk saying he knew exactly what he wanted. I was in a tight black … Lire la suite
I swear, girls, last night was insane. I was at this dimly lit bar downtown, sipping my gin and tonic, when this guy slides onto the stool next to me. Tall, sharp jaw, wearing this crisp white shirt with a silk tie hanging loose like he didn’t give a fuck. His name was Alex. We … Lire la suite
I swear, I was starving after that party last Friday night. It was like 2 a.m., streets empty, my heels clicking on the pavement, pussy still throbbing from dancing all evening. Spotted this little kebab joint still open, neon sign flickering. Pushed the door, bell jingled softly. The smell hit me first—grilled meat, onions sizzling, … Lire la suite
Ugh, I’m so fucking annoyed right now. I just realized I lost my little spiral notebook—you know, the one with the blue ink scribbles, like that old William Sheller tune. It was my dirty little diary, full of my wildest hookups. Shit, the last entry? From Saturday night. I gotta spill it before I forget … Lire la suite
I still can’t believe it happened again. Ten years exactly since the last time. I’m 28 now, sitting in this dimly lit bar downtown, nursing a gin and tonic, when I spot him across the room. Same broad shoulders, that crooked smile. Mark. The guy who popped my cherry at 18 during that wild summer … Lire la suite
I was a mess after Jake left. Two years married, and poof—gone. Said I was too vanilla, too safe. I cried for weeks, blaming myself. Felt like shit, you know? Guilty, ugly inside. Then my bestie Lisa calls. « Girl, fuck that noise, » she says. « You’re 27, hot as hell. Time to live. Get out, flirt, … Lire la suite
I swear, I just got home from this wild night, my thighs still sticky, heart pounding like crazy. Let me spill it all to you, like we’re besties whispering secrets. It started at this dingy little bar downtown, rain pounding outside, neon lights flickering. I was sipping my gin and tonic, feeling that buzz, when … Lire la suite
Hey, listen, I gotta spill this. I’m 28, married for five years, but my husband? Total flake. We planned this camping trip to « reconnect, » right? Middle of nowhere, pine forests, that crisp mountain air hitting your lungs like a cold beer. We set up the tent by a lake, fire crackling that first night, smelling … Lire la suite
Oh man, I just got back from the wildest birthday night ever. I’m 28 now, and I treated myself to this swanky hotel downtown—you know, the kind with those huge king beds and city lights sparkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I invited Alex, this guy I’d been texting for weeks. Tall, ripped, with that stubble … Lire la suite