Only You by Heatherly Bell
Ooh, this one is almost a four-oogie ballpark-knocker. Almost.
Ooh, this one is almost a four-oogie ballpark-knocker. Almost.
Fiction about gay guys, in ways that women wish all gay guys would be.
Here’s a textbook case of how not to cheat, especially when your wife is a violent, armed, and suspicious creature.
Lesson of the day: don’t buy secondhand clothes! You never know who or what had worn them.
This is easily the best kind of worst episode ever!
The heroine is one of the worst wretches I’ve come across in a while. Reject with prejudice!
The best thing about this failed attempt at whatever it is is that we have something going around offing pretentious knobs.
I can’t help thinking of a particularly mean line from Ingrid Michaelson’s Boys Chase Girls while reading this.
It’s a fun ride while it lasts, which sadly isn’t long enough.
A hot woman shags and dumps her prey, causing them to go cray cray and off themselves. How cute.