Meet Molly, my really hot best friend. She loves taking pictures though they are mostly of herself, dog, and/or her friends (In that order). Some of them were a bit more risque for me, especially since I was a closeted lesbian. So finally after she sent me one with her only wearing panties and band aids, I decided I needed to tell her.
I was actually surprised at how understanding she was about the whole situation and apologized for making me feel uncomfortable. However, the pictures did not end. Now instead of asking “Does this make me look fat?”, “Am I cute?” , or “Don’t you love this top?” they were now “Would you bang a chick wearing this?”, “My boobs look amazing in this top, right?”, and a multitude of other things that were way more inappropriate than before.
So, once again I confronted her. Almost immediately, I regretted having this conversation at her house. All the while I was talking to her she just kept trying on new outfits and ignoring me. I was just as flustered as before and it was aggravating.
When she changed for the sixth time, I’d had enough. I stood up and left, ignoring her cries for me to come back. At school I avoided her, and I never answered her calls and texts. Even my parent’s were beginning to worry. I never once got a scandalous picture of her after that and it was relieving yet also depressing.
To be honest, SHE was the reason I realized I was gay. SHE had always been there for me. SHE was HOT, and I was in love with her. She was in love with that stupid kid on the soccer team: Jake, or something like that. It was about a month after our fallout that I finally gave in and browsed the old pictures. A some made me laugh, a few brought tears to my eyes, and many brought heat to my cheeks.
I let her image float through my mind till my eyes were to tired to hold themselves open, wishing that this whole stupid thing had never happened.
Not surprisingly, I woke alone and began my morning routine; however, in the midst of applying my makeup, I spotted movement behind me. When I spun around there was Molly, and I held myself back from pouncing her. Instead I forced out a cold “What do you want?” It wasn't very believable as I was too focused on her, especially with how low cut her shirt was.
She slipped out of her shirt, then teasingly played with her undershirt. You like what you see?” she asked. I’m sure even if I had said no she wouldn't have believed me or stopped, but instead I stood there mesmerized.
She stepped closer, having removed the undershirt, and reached her hand out. Part of me wanted to push her away, but that was only a small part. “I've always had this thing for you,” she said, as she pushed me up against the counter. “And well... I've really missed you.”
I found most of the captions featuring lesbians was nothing more than porn, not that porn is bad. I decided to create a blog for them!
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Lingerie Football League
The ref reached for his yellow flag, but hesitated. Was this
really a penalty? It seemed fans on both sides were cheering, and well... it
was hot. A few of the other girls looked on with mixed expressions of disgust
and nonchalance; however, the guys in the stands were hollering.
Finally, he threw out the flag.
“Holding, delayment of game, and facemask,” he called at
once, being met by a overwhelming amount of boos. “However, a time out was
called by both teams prior to the incident.”
Thirty seconds passed and still the session continued. The
ref then politely asked, forgetting the mic was still on, that the two please
continue this another time. The one in white answered, “Oh yes we will.”
The fans have yet to stop talking about the game.
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