Immoral
The first time Story sees Joe, she is in the middle of a crowded dance floor, making out with three people. Story and Joe are shameless nymphomaniacs who meet and bond over their sexual encounters. His dirty little secret begins to haunt his thoughts. She shows up in his dreams at night. What is supposed to be a hook-up takes a dangerous turn into something more, and he isn't ready.
Story is married to a man but he is in love with a woman. Can he walk away from his ten year marriage for this new feeling?
Mary Jane Manson writes dark erotica and taboo themes that will offend most people.
Misfits
I feel the tension in the sweaty, teen air when I walk into the gym. Something’s going down. It doesn’t take me long to realize what when I see Christmas standing off to the side away from the other girls. She changed for gym but she’s wearing borrowed sneakers from the bin. The bitches are having a field day. She is ignoring them, but I know how she must feel.
“The nigger has a decent ass if you go for her type.” Tristan says, making the monkey gestures again. He leans against my shoulder. “Someone will fuck her before it’s over with. I should do it and dump her the next day. I don’t like her attitude.”
The fucking perv. I shove him off me. She is so desperate to make friends that she will probably offer him a blowjob. The thought makes me want to kill him. Against my good judgement, I jog over to where she’s standing. Everyone is watching.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Jonesy.”
Christmas has picked up my nickname. I don’t like it when she calls me Jonesy like other girls because she isn’t like other girls.
“Jonah.” I correct her. “Call me Jonah.”
“Okay, Jonah.”
She smiles, relieved to have someone to talk to. Let me say first that her body is sick. The t-shirt is a size too big and the shorts are a size too small. Trist wasn’t lying about her ass. She has the best ass that I’ve ever seen and legs like a runner from riding her bike.
“Do you want to hang out after school?” I offer.
“Sure.” She smiles a little.
Why did I invite her to hang out? Why am I still thinking about her at all? This is a bad idea and I’m looking forward to every minute of it.
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