I’m Sylvia. Thirty Nine years old. 35 C and well proportioned. Love handles are a bit hard to grip. I own and run a small studio where I try to beat the shit out of students of yoga, pilates, and whatever the latest fad is. I retired from being an airline stew when it quit Read more
I’m sorry for those of you who’ve been kind enough to read thus far and have been waiting for too long for the next instalment. I’d also like to apologise to those who were hoping that the story wouldn’t go in the direction it now does – but it seemed the inevitable next step, if Read more
It was a long day and I am tired. I took a shower and put on some shorts and a t-shirt I would wear to bed. I drink down a few shots of whiskey and settled down in the living room. I stretch out on the couch, arms behind my head, feet still resting on Read more
I came home from a hard day’s work to find an urgent message from my mom. I thought about “forgetting” to check my answering machine. I was beat. Too many 10 hour days, and with Christmas just around the corner I also had to deal with hordes of shoppers downtown and wondering what to get Read more
Our story begins as so many do during a period of turmoil. Sandy is a grad student at the local university in a quiet town in Virginia. It was 2009 and the Great Recession had forced her to leave her apartment when the lease was up in search of a better living arrangement. She had Read more