After tonight’s blind date debacle, I’m finally done with men. Like I should’ve been ages ago when I divorced my hound dog of a husband.
For more than a year, all my fantasies—and the dirty stories I write for myself—have been girl on girl. What would be the harm in trying that out in real life?
When I get home, it’s like the universe has heard me, and it gifts me Allie, my son’s sweet blonde babysitter. A goddess made flesh.
She’s naked. She’s jilling off to my spicy stories.