All Chapters of Fun, Flirty, Filthy (Volume 1): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Abigail, Grande Latte Cafe- 9:30 PM~~~Ugh, finally, the day is almost over! It's Friday, so that means I made it through another week. I think to myself, sighing heavily in relief. You see, I'm employed as a barista for a trendy cafe that took over a bakery that went bankrupt, and ever since then, I've had no damn social life.My job, the Grande Latte Cafe, closes every night at 10:00 PM and reopens every morning at 7:00 AM, except for Saturday and Sunday. My manager, Keith, says that people must have lives outside of work to socialize, party, or hook up. Which is hilarious, because he doesn't practice what he preaches! He's here more than most of us, and I've occasionally caught glimpses of him in the building when it's closed.Plus, he treats all of the women who work here like we don't exist if we aren't performing tasks for him. So forgive me if I find his ideology baffling.The idea of a life that doesn’t involve this place is shocking. Long hours, moderate pay, and a demanding

Keith, Grande Latte Cafe, Office- 8:00 AM~~~Well, I completely failed my vow to be professional around Abigail. But it was damn worth it! Seeing her face light up when I offered her that new position, and then the look of satisfaction while tasting those treats, broke my willpower. I couldn't fucking resist her anymore.When she walked through the doors six months ago, I knew she was trouble. long, natural red hair, full, soft lips, hazel eyes, and an ass that wouldn't quit. She had swagger, walking around like she owned the place and demanding to know what happened to the old bakery.After an intense hour, she calmed down and accepted a barista position with us, and I developed a deep attraction for her. In that time frame, neither her sassy attitude nor my attraction has changed.Except now, I've tasted her, and I want more."Mm, as much as I'd love that," Abigail giggles. "Don't we both have jobs to do?" She tries to get off the desk, and I push her back down.I silence her with a

11:47 PM~~~Fuck, I'm horny. I wonder if he's online right now?Desperately, I scroll through my messaging apps until I hit the jackpot:S_mexyboi07 is Online.Yes! Finally, some relief!Booting up FaceTime, I await his reply. He accepts it! Yay!"Baby Girl, what're you doing up this late?" He inquires, shifting his phone so that I can see everything. It looks like he's in bed, alone, finally. It's go time.Summoning my inner sex goddess, I whisper into my cellphone, quivering with desire. ”All I want is your lips against mine right now.”His eyes widen as he swallows harshly. Oh, I've piqued his interest.My love has been away for over six weeks, on some family trip, I heard. I don’t know; I don’t care. One thing is for sure: I miss him dearly. His sun-kissed skin, his sandy blonde hair, his soft lips, his rock-hard body. Everything.I wait in silence for a minute, hoping that I didn’t break one of our 'rules' by making this late-night call.“I know,” He replies, his voice husky an

Three months later...~~~Yes, three months is super quick in terms of wedding planning, but we've been together for 6 years, so why wait? Or that was the thought process, until our families respectively went crazy. My family, the Morelli's, are strict and old-fashioned. If one talks about Catholic Italians, the Morellis pop into their heads.These values were consistently knocked into our skulls growing up. Especially having a Christian-style wedding in my family's church. Something I'm not one hundred percent against, however, those values don't define me anymore.Mama and Papa think I'm insane, insisting that it will sanctify our union and maintain the purity of our marriage to have a simple, pristine ceremony with modest decorations and carefully chosen caterers.Which is funny, considering my parents know we haven't remained 'pure', and have lived together for years despite not being married. This fact is intentionally withheld from my grandmother, as she would have a heart attac

Courtney, Wild Nights Exotic Dancing, July 12th, 2024- 9:30 PM~~~Things with Paul didn't go downhill right away. I began to notice changes in him and our relationship about 8 years ago. But maybe those issues were there all along, but I ignored them due to love.We started arguing about money at first. He worked in a marketing firm that collaborated with several big companies. A job he only obtained because his father runs the company, as he dropped out in his senior year of high school, the same as me. The company hit hard times and began losing clients left and right, eventually closing down. Our finances suffered as he was the primary income source. Which he reiterated over and over. He insisted that I find work, despite not having a proper education or job experience. I began waitressing to pay our bills and put some food in our bare refrigerator. At this point, I wished I had gone back to my parents. We parted ways when I married Paul and 'threw my life away'. However, I was t