‘Come in, and I promise you, we’ll talk,’ she said. Well, I had to agree, didn’t I?”Nicky grinned. “Go on,” she said, nestling further d...own into the crook of my arm.“We sat in her living room. She told me she had a confession to make, and that I may not be her friend afterwards, but she had to do it. She confessed to going with this other bloke, Simon, for the previous six weeks but that she’d now finished with him. She told me she’d realised that it was me she really wanted.“She said I was. "Looking to see if your pettis show," Chris said in a teasing manner. "No, just making sure they do show," Terri replied with a smile, "Chris,this is something I feel I must do. I really feel this is 'Terri' beingalive and well. There are some men out there I want to give a littleshow to!" After they left the rest room and headed towards the cashier to pay thebill, Terri slowed and stopped near a table with three businessmen.Slowly she pulled up the skirt, and checked her stockings. There were. I plan to publish this as a series. The intent is to write stories with the sensibility and logic of porn movies, but also giving importance to emotions and relationships.Happy Reading! My mom, Roopa, had always been a slag. She was addicted to sex, and would shamelessly spread her legs for anyone who had a cock. She did not care about the age, size or looks of her sex partner. She just wanted to have her holes filled with new meat.While it always left me humiliated, mom’s very sad past with my. I can always 'feel’ her. I find solace in smelling her perfume, and seeing little traces of her presence. Once in a while, I see her makeup drawer open, or a pair of shoes in the middle of the floor. I know she's with me, and I'm grateful for her presence.Journal Entry Number Six:I went back to work this morning to find out that I've been let go. I'm so damn angry! What the hell? I've worked at the same fucking company for years, and today I find all my shit in a box on the sofa outside my.