I blend in. Think about those librarians who glide down a staircase and remove their glasses in slow motion. They become supermodels. I turn into another librarian. That suits me fine. I had made a date with a Given the outcome of the Christmas Eve party, she had hardly spoken to me in the time since that eventful evening in our pool.
Caitlyn had been called many things; slut, fucktoy, cum whore, fat slag. She knew it was true. Jay huddled his coat closer to his body, shivering in the sharp chill of the night air. The darkening sky hung heavy above him as he made his way towards the grand hotel, its lights casting a warm glow onto the bustling street below.
He breezed past the doorman and entered t Just kidding, bro, I love that shirt. Come on in, welcome to the party! She loves throwing parties like Priti had to remind herself why she had chosen Craemuir Cottage for her Christmas writing retreat. The cottage would have been ideal in summer, or at least, what passed for summer in Morayshire. Priti had never visited the Scottish Highlands in the warmer months, but from what the woman in the local shop had told her, summer there was weather Priti could expect in London during May.
That would have been perfect; neither t My first kiss. Possibly not. Fireworks explode outside. Fireworks inside, too. In a room, tongues meet. Her lips suck my neck. Hands open blouse buttons. Then her bra clasp. Then zippers. Hands find parts for the first time. My parents had me very young, whilst they were still at school.
Fortunately for our finances, my father was a wizard at IT. He spent a lot of time away, earning money and it was no surprise that my parents divorced when I was twelve. I lived with my mother but visited my father every month in the big city.
