A brown suede blazer occupied the window seat already. I took my aisle seat next to the blazer, the morning sun straining to get past the plastic airliner sunshade. This was a rare but stressful trip, delivering my father-in-law…
Tag : flirting
My “Daily Sexy” Journal I
It’s a moment–sometimes fleeting, sometimes memorable. I feel beautiful. Confident. Like a sex goddess. What if I could intentionally notice those moments, and string them together day after day? What would the cumulative effect be? So I thought, “Self, you…
Whispers about my favorite pet name
I used to hang out and drink with a male friend in crowded bars and noisy dance halls. We started as buddies, and as time went on, we began flirting. One night while out drinking, we were talking about…