Glass Half Full

I manage to drag myself out of bed about 30 minutes after turning off the annoying alarm. As my feet make contact with the cold floor, I say a few words of prayer. -I am alive yet again. Grumpy, lazy, sleepy as hell, but alive. Stumbling through my scattered flat, I stand at the kitchen... Continue Reading →

The Professionals

  “This girl, you keep trying me, abi?” Dave asked, looking down the proffered cleavage. Angela laughed teasingly, still using her arms to push her breasts together, a coquettish smile playing on her pretty face. Damn. Dave swallowed desperately. Damn. “I do it because I know you can handle it. You’re a biiig boy.” She... Continue Reading →

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