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
Mark "Good morning! I'm sorry that my office is a bit messy. As I mentioned, I moved cities a week ago, and I haven't unpacked everything yet," Linda, my therapist, smiles at me from her seat. "How are you?" I force a smile onto my lips. This is the second time I've been to Linda's office this wee
I don't know what comes over me, but I let my tone go flirtatious. "Do you think I look like a murderer, Linda?" She swats with her hand. "Oh, stop it. You and I both know you're much too kind... then again, the most charming people are usually the killers. You've seen that show, right? You, I thin
Winnie "You can't wear that!" Tobias frowns at my clothes. I have no idea why he is sitting with me on the private jet, but apparently, he has taken on the role of a personal dresser. "Take it all off!" "What?! And get naked?" "You have underwear, don't you? And there is no need to get shy. I onl