Dating
Online Dating: A Part-Time Job
So if you're a black woman living in the Washington DC area, like myself: you're smart, you're adventurious, with a twist of curiosity. i'm Cj. Yeah it stands for something, but I won't reveal my idenity quite yet because I have secrets.
By CJ Leonard4 years ago in Confessions
My Letter to Him
To the Love of my Life, I don't even know where to begin this letter to you, or even if you will ever see this. I hope you do. I hope that this finds its way to you somehow because I need you to know that none of this was a game. That none of this was a lie or even a joke. I need you to know that the love I had and still have for you was and is 100% real it. That despite all the demons inside your head telling you that it wasn't real, it was. I know you had to block me from your life because it was tearing you apart physically and mentally. I know you had to do what was best for you. But I wish things could have been different. I wish we could have pushed that restart button together and not separate.
By 𝔐𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫 𝔗𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔧4 years ago in Confessions
Am I the asshole for flirting to get better tips?
Hey guys! Today I want to ask y’all a question about flirting. Innocent flirting, mostly! There was a time I used to work at a crappy diner, and I often depended on tips for a living. I wasn't masking much. I think a lot of people in the service industry can relate to that. And I was always a big flirt. I always thought of flirting as just another way to interact with people, just like telling jokes and sharing stories. It’s not for everyone but it’s not a promise of anything, nor is it a declaration of intent. And I think when you take a step back, a lot of us do this social flirting with no second intentions. You know how it goes when you see a girl all dressed up, and you tell her boyfriend to better watch out or you might steal her. That sort of thing. We don’t really mean it that way, people know we don’t, but it’s a flirt still.
By Lollipop - Sexy Stories4 years ago in Confessions
How I seduced my “straight” coworker into trying out being a lesbian
Hey, y’all! I have another naughty story to share. This one might be one of the spiciest things I've done so far... It all began when I worked on a cheap diner with this girl, let's call her “Samantha.” We were often on the same shift, and we got along well enough. Also, gotta say, Samantha was my type; she had that cutesy innocent look about her, with blonde hair and freckles, and she blushed so easily! I called her my “work-wife” sometimes to my friends who knew I was bi. Samantha had no clue, of course.
By Lollipop - Sexy Stories4 years ago in Confessions
I wanted to type after watching The French Dispatch
The whole movie was about writing and I couldn't resist. This is the first time properly using the expensive keyboard I reluctantly bought. Now I'm glad I did. Its loud clanging gives an warm, albeit artificial, nostalgic feel.
By R P4 years ago in Confessions
My grandpa is getting remarried
My grandfather is getting remarried- to a woman he has never met in person. So it was back in october of 2019, when my grandmother passed away, and my job wrote me up for taking the time off to spend time with her before we took her off life support. But that's another story.
By Typheus Wolf4 years ago in Confessions
Your Silver Hair Matches Your Silver Tongue. Top Story - January 2022.
Before Maybe if the kids hadn’t woken me from a deep sleep at 2 am, things would’ve turned out differently. The darkness of this time of night cloaks me, gives me a clarity not available in the daylight. Maybe if I’d slept through them, my dreams wouldn’t have come crashing down. I could dwell the rest of my life in those maybes, live happily believing the black of night whispers untruths. But I’ve never been much for doubting the revelations that come to me at night. And I’ve never been a procrastinator. Best to get on with it.
By Rachael Lindsey4 years ago in Confessions
My Husband Married Our Babysitter; Now, She Is In, And I’m Out
Our babysitter, Gold, first came to our home when she was eleven years old. Life lesson from my parents: My parents were professional, and they did their best. They had many mouths to feed, including their parents, siblings, and others.
By BY4 years ago in Confessions
