Sitting on my friend Damon’s bed, I stared at him and my other two friends, Raul and Lee, over the top of my cards. We were crammed into Damon’s tiny bedroom around a fold-up card table. They let me sit on the bed since it was more comfortable than the fold up chairs Damon had found in his parent’s garage. All three of them stared at the mountain of chips in front of me. I placed my cards down on the table. “Two pair,” I...
“I’m heading out, Dad, be back sometime after midnight,” I shouted from the front hall. “Where ya headed?” he shouted back. “Going to the movies and probably ice cream after,” I lied. “All right, hon, have fun. Say, can you grab the mail before you go?” I finished tying my boots and opened the front door, poking my head out and lifting the flap on our mail box right under the doorbell. I shut the door behind me and looke...
I woke up with a sore jaw and a crick in my neck. It was a record number of clients for me at the glory hole last night. I lost track of the official count, but it was over twenty. My first hiatus must have made people crave me more, because that was over double the number of clients I usually had. I made a killing in tips. What was most surprising about that night was that my dad had returned for another round with me. E...
“So, uhhh… that happened,” I said. “Yup,” my dad replied. We sat in silence for a moment, both staring out the window at the hood of his truck. He shifted into gear and pulled out of the parking lot of the sex shop without a word. Recently I had taken to attending the glory hole at said shop, and things were going well until my dad came in for a blowie. I didn’t know it was him when I started. That’s kinda the whole point...
An alarm on my phone woke me up. It was Saturday, so I was surprised I hadn’t turned it off the night before. It also didn’t sound like my normal alarm tone. I patted around the top of my nightstand, searching for my phone because I refused to open my eyes yet. Once my fingers found it, I brought it to my face and turned over to squint at the screen. In my sleepy haze, the light from my phone screen was so bright it actua...
Lately I’ve been taking advantage of the open swim time at my school’s pool. Technically, the swim team has practice at that time, but the pool is large enough that the administration lets non-team members swim as well. It’s great exercise and much easier on my joints than running or other forms of cardio, plus I don’t have to worry about my giant boobs getting in the way or causing me any discomfort. Since open swim is a...
