Monthly Archives: October 2017

When you were on the rag and I was too ooked out for period sex but I was feeling kind of randy and I tried to coax you to blow me and then I tried to convince you to blow … Continue reading →

Fine. I get it. You don’t like me anymore – yes, I insist upon that addition, See, despite what you currently claim I know you liked me. Everything you did, said, and showed gave me ample evidence to support that … Continue reading →

He pulled me away from her and asked what I was doing. Shouting over the bar noise: "Don’t you think she’s had enough?" I looked back at the girl, – the beautiful girl – finishing her drink – her third … Continue reading →

She told me under no circumstances should I touch her head so of course all I could think about was touching her head. She’d been quite clear in her instructions and was at the moment acting in a particularly generous … Continue reading →

Phil and me sitting around in yet another unsupervised Study Hall. Phil’s new to the school so I’m telling him what’s what. "That girl there?" I say, chin pointing at the only poodle skirt and cardigan in the hall. "That’s … Continue reading →

We all talked about it. The secret substance the magic potion the grail that got girls to go with guys like us. Cosby even spoke about it on an album from before our time: Spanish Fly would make the ladies … Continue reading →

God, Bree, I am so sorry. I just feel awful about how it went down. I misunderstood everything from the get-go didn’t I? I thought we were flirting. I thought we were dancing around something. I thought you were interested. … Continue reading →

She broke up with her freshman boyfriend right around when I broke up with my senior girlfriend and we were just sitting in my double dorm room bed when I suggested that it might be a smart idea if we … Continue reading →

After she decided to transfer I drove up in the snow through several states in the hopes of spending time with this little girl I sort of liked. She let me stay with her in the flake-ridden north and we … Continue reading →

We played “Run, Catch, Kill” with you though you weren’t actually invited to play. Still at the start of recess every day when the bell rang my posse and I would chase after you and yours cornering you taunting, teasing, … Continue reading →