Winnie I stare after Jake as he storms to the cash registers. My heart is telling me I've messed up badly, and I don't know what to do. Do you ever say stuff you wish you could take back? My biggest flaw is that I talk without a filter. I speak first, think later, and it's a huge problem that I do
Jake I'm not a very talkative person... or well. I talk easily to those close to me, and then I act reserved toward newcomers. I've always been like this, even from a young age. This made it hard for me to make friends as a kid, but I was never bothered by that. Winnie, my childhood friend and old
I snort, and Winnie turns tense when I gather her long blonde hair in my hands. It smells like fruity shampoo, and I have to fight every instinct telling me to hug the shit out of her. I'm not a cuddler, but my brain betrays me whenever I'm next to Winnie. I distract myself by talking. "I just do.
Winnie Ritva's kitchen is spotless. The floor is immaculate. Every little nook and cranny has been polished and cleaned. The handles of every cabinet are neat, and I feel so freaking proud of myself. "Good job, Winnie!" I tell myself as I wipe my forehead on the back of my hand, smiling at the spa
I laugh. "Wife-hunting..." He winks at me. "Yeah, so chop-chop, I need to hear this. Tell me about the woman we 'jocks' like to date." "Hmm, let's see... the women your kind is interested in never have a bad hair day. Neither do they ever fart nor use the toilet. They are tall, with shiny hair, an
Winnie No matter what, I can't get over how huge Jake is. His fat, veiny cock is in my mouth, but I can't fit the entire thing without breaking my jaw. My mouth is already cramping, but I can't stop sucking him. I'm too turned on. Too desperate for his forgiveness to ever stop. It also works in J
Winnie I'm lounging on the couch and wondering what I should do with my life. My exams are over, and endless time is on my hands. I will intern at Tobias's company in a couple of weeks, but right now, my life is dull. I don't even have friends to hang with... like, why am I living in this city whe
I groan at myself, close to pulling my hair. "You put yourself in this situation, Winnie... there is no one to blame but yourself... you basically said you didn't want Jake. Then you find out he is a walking fantasy, and then you're reminded of how awesome he is... typical." Defeated, I curl up on