Everyone felt his presence from the moment he walked through the door of the pizza parlor. He moved with the liquid grace of a panther, slowly making his way down the rows of uncomfortable plastic benches lining the restaurant’s walls. He was tall and well built, with midnight hair and eyes like blue ice. He left a chill in his wake that made the boys’ eyes narrow with suspicion and the girls’ breath catch in their throats, but he paid them no mind. He already knew what he was looking for.
I’m sitting in his bed wondering if I should take off my clothes, or just wait until he comes back in the room. Is it sexy for guys to watch a girl undress herself? I’ve done it countless times in the mirror, but I’m pretty sure the effect could be off-putting without my usual background theme music. If I’m still dressed when he comes back then he might want to undress me himself and that could easily be really good or really bad. The potential awkwardness is making my underarms sweat. My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest as I weigh my options. First time is kind of a big deal, but I really didn’t think it was going to be this hard… pun intended. (more…)
Snow has always been an enigma to me since I was six years old, running outside without a coat on to get a closer look at the brilliantly white spots of glitter falling from the sky. My mother followed me and scooped me up into her arms, holding me close from the wintery chill. (more…)