*Hello friends, after lurking for a while I thought I would write some of my own stories. They’re mostly from my own experiences, and I look forward to your opinions. I haven’t written anything in years, so any tips would be appreciated. In addition, I’m also looking for some help with writing from a woman’s perspective. I’m having trouble with it so feel free to send me a message if you think you can help.*
**The beginning doesn’t have any sex in it, so if you’re one of those one handed readers that doesn’t have time for exposition just scroll down to the bold part for the sexy time**
I climb out of my car and quickly adjust my clothes. After flicking off the lint, I check my phone, only to realize that I was thirty minutes early. I’ll just tell her that I’ve matured and became a punctual person, and totally not because I’m nervous, I chuckle to myself as I make my way to the airport arrival area. I’m impatient, and it comes out in my need to pace and check my clothes, but before long I see Anna. Wearing her usual tight jeans and large hoodie, she starts to hurry down the escalator when she notices me. I wave back, pressing myself against the railing.