Okay, so… picture this. It’s Friday at the office, everyone’s dragging ass after a long week. I’m at my desk, sipping crappy coffee that smells like burnt rubber, when I glance over at Jake. You know the type—plain as hell. Khakis that hang a bit loose, messy brown hair, those wire-rim glasses. Nothing flashy. But … 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 was scrolling through my phone last night, heart pounding, staring at this topless selfie I’d just edited. My skin glowed under the soft filter, nipples perky and shadowed just right, like I was owning every curve. I’d posted it on that artsy photo forum—y’know, the one for « feminine liberation through retouching »? Felt so freeing, … Lire la suite