I step into the old building. The place is warm. Well, warm-ish anyway. And it’s dry. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spot a little puddle by the wall. Well, mostly dry. Sighing, I pull my sweatshirts out of my backpack and lay them on the ground…

The man turns around, and my eyes bulge out of their sockets. He says, “Raven?” at the same time I say, “Ian?!” I’m staring at Ian Reyes, aka Aimee’s stepbrother, though he’s old enough to be her dad. Aimee’s stepfather–Ian’s dad–is old enough to be her grandfather. When her mom…

If the hardness of his cock is any indication, Aimee was definitely right about her stepbrother liking me — Read the first part here… Embarrassing myself in front of my best friend’s stepbrother Aimee widens her eyes when I tell the bartender, “Another gin and tonic, please.”medium.com I suck in a breath when he holds the back of my neck. Is he going to kiss me? I will him to kiss me. But my powers of telepathy appear to be non-existent because he drops his hand and barks again, “Eat.”

I shouldn’t, but he’s a total DILF… — I exhale, soaking in the sun and taking in the scent of the ocean. Just a week ago, I was freezing my ass off in Cleveland and cursing the Ohio winter. Then like an angel, Mr. Chance, my dad’s best friend, invited us to go to Maui with him, all…

Butterflies fill my belly when he wraps an arm around my waist — Read the first part here… Embarrassing myself in front of my best friend’s stepbrother Aimee widens her eyes when I tell the bartender, “Another gin and tonic, please.”medium.com When I open my eyes, I immediately think, This isn’t my dorm room. Then with a heavy heart, I remember that I was forced out of my dream school. But this isn’t my bedroom at my parents’ house either nor is it Aimee’s apartment.

Aimee widens her eyes when I tell the bartender, “Another gin and tonic, please.” “Um, Raven, I don’t mean to sound judgmental, but isn’t that, like, your fourth gin and tonic?” my friend asks. “I think it’s my third,” I say. “It’s your fifth,” Sam, the bartender, says gruffly. I…

Mama says in a barely audible voice, “They suggested that if I were unable to come up with cash, I could perhaps sell some of my organs on the black market.” My stomach twists. “Oh my God, are you serious? We can’t let that happen.” “Which is why you should…

My fingers twitch with the temptation to pull down his zipper and let out his hard cock — Read the first part here… Wanted by the billionaire “You should dance with him,” Mom says.medium.com I stare at my mother like she just suggested I go streaking in the White House. “That’s supposed to be a joke, right?” “Well…” “Mama!” I exclaim. “I can’t trick Teddy like that!” “No one’s asking you to trick him… Just, you know, accidents happen…”

How is the writing thing going? Well, it’s going…slowly, lazily, at a fucking stoned snail’s pace. I want to write more, but I’m somewhat creatively blocked, and the demon of procrastination is always calling my name. I got a Regal Unlimited subscription (not a sponsor, but hey, if you want…