Kissing


Wet Ride Ch. 03

Jennifer was aghast, humiliated, disappointed, and utterly and completely aroused. Somehow, maybe it was the shock of being betrayed so blatantly, she removed herself from the actions she viewed and what she saw was like nothing she had seen before. Kat was hunched over, what looked like half her hand pushed into the crotch of this woman. Mouth firmly attached to her chest through what she assumed was her shirt, if in fact she had been wearing one at all. Her (wet?) jacket obscuring half of Kat's face, but what she could see of it was enough to realize that she had a tight grip on the woman's nipple. Kat was oblivious.

For His Deeds

They say waiting gives you time to think, time to reflect and contemplate life - who you are, what you are and what type of person you have become from the innocent or not so innocent child you were. The world is not a cruel place, despite what people might say, it is in fact a wonderful place, it's the assholes like me that make it seem terrible and dark. I am an asshole; I make no excuses about that. I am not going to delve into my past to tell you how or why I am an asshole, I don't think that there is anything there worth mentioning, besides I'm more focused on the here and now. The small kitchen was a mess, beer cans stacked in one corner and a few wrappers here and there on the floor.