“What is this guy’s name?” Her mother asked, looking at her as she shimmied into a sequined delight of a dress.
The closer he came to her, Vita imagined maybe she would hit on him when she was second-Manhattan drunk.
There was nothing old-fashioned about her behavior when she followed him to the bathroom and he locked the door behind him.
It was the simplest text, but her hands were shaking as she began to type.
It was nice to be insatiable.
Sadia knew when Dom wanted to make love. He kissed her, and his hand slipped up her…
Bebe did want a cuddle. She felt cold and empty like she did most nights because she had not found her one.
She imagined what the rest of him looked like with his bulging biceps that she could see and clicked on the screen rapidly with her mouse…