The Friend Request [MF | cheating]

It was a normal Tuesday for Lori. She got to work and sat down and started checking her email and sipping her less-than-ideal cup of coffee. Sure, it’s free, but did anyone actually ASK for an office Kurig machine? “You can’t make vending machine coffee taste good by just adding some fancy creamer” Lori thought to herself as she took another sip.

She was going through her to-do list in her head. She had to pick up the kids after practice and swing by the grocery store after work to grab her online order. “Hey Siri, remind me to enter the code for my groceries when I leave work”. Lori didn’t have time to sit in the parking lot and wait for a 15 year old to find her minivan in the pick-up spot.

Sometimes, Lori felt like her life was just a repetition. Get up, get ready, do the million things it takes to get her family off for the day. She loved her life and her husband, but it was all just… groundhog day.

The work conference [mf]

It was finally her weekend. Lindsey had been looking forward to this weekend for the last eight months. She had started her own business and was working her social media, steadily growing her brand. Ah, the life of a mommy-blogger.

This was her weekend, though. She was packed with new dresses and a fun new bathing suit to wear at the poolside cabanas. She hit that TSA checkpoint like it was an Olympic sport and was at her gate without a hitch. Smooth sailing ahead.

Maybe it was the responsible mom aesthetic that surrounded Linsey’s life, but she arrived at the airport an hour and a half early. Typical. She grabbed her phone and caught up on her friends lives and their travels. She even had time to refresh Facebook and catch up twice.

She saw a notification on Reddit and she clicked it to see what was new in the world of cat memes. Innocent enough, right? Lindsey thought to herself. Fifteen minutes and a plethora of subreddits later, Lindsey found herself caught up in a short story that started innocent enough but got really spicy, really fast.

Bad Santa [mf][fingering]

By the third Party City, Erica was over Halloween costume shopping. She walked the isle’s looking for something that looked fun, but there were only so many cheerleaders and nurse costumes to go around.

She was about to give up when she saw the shirt with the thick bubble font, “Daddy’s little monster” across the front. “Oh, Harley Quinn is a badass,” Erica thought to herself. It was her size so she headed to the checkout line with her last-ditch effort at a costume.

Later that night, Erica took out the costume and started piecing together the outfit. She wanted to put her own twist on it. She threw her hair up in two pigtails and slowly pulled the shirt over her head. She didn’t have spandex shorts, but who does. She found a cute peated schoolgirl skirt from a few years ago and reluctantly tried it on.

The skirt framed the costume great, Erica thought. The last bit would be finding some thigh highs and a good pair of heels. Erica didn’t have a need for much lingerie but she had some garter-high fishnets and a perfect pair of black leather boots that framed her 5’1” frame and showed off the thighs she’s been working so hard on at the gym.