Unforgettable day [FF]

Hi, /gonewildstories. This is something that happened to me last year.

I had a crush on an old lady friend. She was ignoring me though. She was petite, medium frame, intelligent, but quite the temper. Intense temper. She really did hurt me after all the dismissing she did. She was then hooking up with another girl. However other girl had complications. A man she couldnt leave. Whenever OGs man was around, crush would have more time for me. I felt like I was treated like trash.

Eventually I had enough of crush and gave up on that infatuation. At that time her temper was getting the best of her and I was getting along well with OG. She was getting jealous of me and OG which was appalling. But then OGs man took her so it was me and crush for a while. We went out a lot. And there was this one particular time that we went out where things happened.

Bug me not (FF) (very long) (part fiction)

There’s this coworker who just wouldn’t stop coming on to me. It would have been nice, except we both are women. I do have a share of a past lesbian experience-slash-relationship which I considered to be a “phase” however it had been haunting me since it began. I love the attention I’m getting but it just wouldn’t work out with me. As her advances drive me insane, I thought of writing what I would have wanted to do as opposed to actually doing it. Hopefully this could get it off my system, somewhat.


It’s my application day, and I thought I looked appropriate for a plump 30-year old lady. Wearing my favorite button-down blouse tucked in my sleek fitting slacks, I thought I’d be able to land this job easily. Being a professional starting private practice needing a bump up in daily expenditure, I sure could use this extra job. I was set for a teaching demo that will decide if I get (officially) to be hired as a teacher. I was standing outside the room and this other lady approached me. I suspected she was a bit older than me or at least the same age as I. She was petite, hair tied back in a bun, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, chiffon blouse tucked in her skinny jeans, clutching what appeared to be a bunch of folders. She stopped in front of me and asked me what my name was. I said, “I’m Joey.” And she said, “Joey what?” I responded, “Joey Black” and she said, I’ll see more of you, Joey Black.”
I didn’t know why but she pissed the crap out of me and each moment I saw her since.