Jeanie Delascasas
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Your daughter, the Mistress
Your daughter, the mistress Hi mom, I never told you this but I’m a mistress. It all began with these words. “Baby, we need to talk.” Words a person in a relationship never want to hear. Steak and salad. Candlelight. Good conversations with friends. Cabernet red wine, free flowing. In my head I think next will be some good ass sex. My friends are sated and feeling good. We all are high on life and in love. The good evenings are said and me and my man are alone. I grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom where candles are alight and soft music is playing in the background. But we never make it to the bedroom. Mike slowly makes a U-turn to the couch. Baby, we need to talk.” He says as he sits me down on the leather couch. I’m not feeling good about this turn in advents. My heart begins to sink. The signs where there but I refused to see them. Whatever he was going through was something we could get over together.
By Jeanie Delascasas4 years ago in Confessions
Dragon Tales
Dragon Tales 'Trey' “There weren’t always dragons in the land.” As always he began his blog. The thousands of people that flocked to his platform looked for that one line that began his tale of flying mythical beasts. Not many people were as brave enough-or as his father would put it-stupid enough to go looking for them. Others ran or peaked out from darkened windows when the dragon arrived. But not him, not Trey. He was fascinated as well as all the others but his fascination bordered on obsession. Besides, what kind of blogger would he be if he didn’t give his audience what they craved, a glimpse of the dragon? That’s right Trey, blame it on the obsession of others.
By Jeanie Delascasas4 years ago in Fiction
