Author: sunnigirl03

The train rattles left and right on the old traintrack. My legs are cold in my short skirt and putting my bag on them is doing nothing to conserve body heat.
I knew it was a bad idea the minute I booked it. But it was too much money to pass up and who else was gonna pay my rent. I dropped out of college last year.

My parents supported me then but when I turned 20 this year they cut me off. I needed to find my own way they said.

Well now I am. The intercom says the train will be arriving at the station shortly. From there the hotel is a 20 minute ride on one of the public bikes. This trip is costly but the money I’m selling my virginity for will cover it.

Don’t ask me how I got the idea. I just did and it hasn’t seemed like a bad one until now. Of course I’ve had sex before. I lost my virginity the day after my 19th birthday. It was uneventful. Worse than what people tell you. I honestly don’t get what the big hype about sex is. He came, I didn’t. We never had sex again after that, just did other stuff until we broke up 6 months later. Read more »

The train rattles left and right on the old traintrack. My legs are cold in my short skirt and putting my bag on them is doing nothing to conserve body heat.
I knew it was a bad idea the minute I booked it. But it was too much money to pass up and who else was gonna pay my rent. I dropped out of college last year. M parents supported me then but when I turned 20 this year they cut me off. I needed to find my own way they said.

Well now I am. The intercom says the train will be arriving at the station shortly. From there the hotel is a 20 minute ride with one of the public bikes. This trip is costing me but the money I’m selling my virginity for will cover it.

Don’t ask me how I got the idea. I just did and it hasn’t let me down so far. Of course I’ve had sex before. I lost my virginity the day after my 19th birthday. It was uneventful. Worse than what people tell you. I honestly don’t get what the big hype about sex is. He came, I didn’t, naturally. I didn’t have sex again after that. We just did other stuff until we broke up 6 months later. Read more »

Her mouth was warm and inviting. Her tongue was soft and needy. I hold her face to mine, taking control of the kiss. She moans in my mouth almost wimpering.

The movie blares in the background. But we don’t care. The popcorn is cold. But we’re not hungry for that.

The couch is small so we hug each other tightly, fighting for flesh to touch and caress. I’m almost ontop of her. We’ve never gone this far before. Our first times. Our chests press together, our erect nipples making contact through our thin shirts. She lifts her shirt up, exposing her beautiful breasts to me. I kiss the circumference of them and circle her nipples with my tongue. Her body is clean and fresh. Her nipples are sensitive. Her cheeks flush dangerously red and her legs squirm.

I suck on them nervously, hoping she is enjoying it. Her head falls back, as a small moan jumps out. I come up to kiss her neck slowly and teasingly.

“You taste so good…” I moan in her ear, licking her neck, twisting her nipple between my fingers. Read more »

I’m On His Side (fm, descriptive, cheating)

I walked into their house. Unannounced, like I was used to. I dropped my bag at the little table by the door. Now that I was inside, I could hear voices. Loud and strained. They’ve fought before of course. Like all brothers did. But this was not like other times.
Then I heard something smash. A chair? A window? I bolted upstairs. I made it to my boyfriends room. Books were scattered all over the floor and his desk had been flipped over with all his belongings on it. When they saw me they paused. From where they were standing I couldn’t tell who flipped the table.

The air was thick with tension and they were standing close to one another as if they were about to fight. I asked what was going on and no one answered me. No words were spoken as my boyfriend took my hand and led me downstairs and back out of the house. I looked back at his older brother, who was left in the middle of the mess they had created. We got in the car and he started driving. As we drove, I asked him what had happened. He said nothing. I asked him who flipped the table. He said he didn’t want to talk about it.
We pulled up to a car park that was nowhere. He and I remained in the car. He had calmed down slightly and was just looking out the window. Read more »

It was about eleven pm when I went downstairs. Everyone was asleep I thought. I tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen. When I turned my head I saw him at the counter and I jumped. “Alaric…you scared me” I whispered. He looked tired sitting at the kitchen island with three empty beer bottles and one full one to his lips.
“Sorry, sorry” He mumbled taking a swig. “It’s okay. What are you doing anyway?” I say walking toward the cabinets. I grab the smallest glass I could find to fill with water.
He didn’t answer me for a while and all you could hear was the ticking of the clock in the living room. “I, uh, can’t sleep” He said quite sheepishly. The faucet gushed to life as I filled my glass. I look at the bottles lazily placed all over the counter. He notices and I feel bad for judging. I clear my throat. “Maybe you should talk to Jenna about it?” I whisper. “About what?” He snaps at me and takes another swig. I’m clutching my glass to my chest. Read more »

I think it was a Tuesday. I was spending the day with him at his house. It was fun for the most part. Dancing, singing, cooking together. Coupley things.
I was eighteen at the time and he was twenty-three. Thinking about it now it wasn’t that big of an age difference. And it was legal. We had only been dating for about three months. Back then I thought that meant love. I was obviously very wrong and very delusional. We hadn’t said “I love you” to each other yet. But I had a feeling it was going to be soon.

We were sitting on his couch, watching a movie on his tv. I was sitting with my knees to my chest wearing a white lacey dress. It was his favourite. He had his hand around my shoulders and was sitting close to me with his legs propped up on the coffee table. His hand that rested on my shoulder kept me warm and played with my blonde hair. “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he pecked my cheek. He kissed my jaw and smelled my hair like he always did. He loved my hair. Read more »