by TNSF | Sep 9, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 21
She’s here again. An upper-crust dreamboat in heels. Her long blond hair like a ribbon flying behind her. Me, I like to slick my hair down and look like Twiggy minus the twigs. As I pull an earbud from my ear, I shut off the slicer and go to greet her. I know...
by TNSF | Aug 11, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 19
Mama would be proud of me. My skin soft from Olay, my head all full of confidence and water. Near enough to being a god like one of them mythic creatures she read me when I was too young to fill out a dress the way I do now. Legs thick. Butt looking good. Got the men...
