Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

And I quickly reminded myself, I needed a bat, not a glove, regardless of how pretty she was, or the fact that she could make straight women pant, she couldn't drive it out of the park without anything to swing. The moment I set my purse on the high-top Roma had secured for our group, Ronnie and Trish started up again about a baby and pregnancy. No one else seemed at all shocked by the topic and even joined in supporting Trish. I'd entered the Twatlight Zone, and I needed to escape. The wine I'd consumed at home only served to dull my senses but not drown out the insanity coming from my best friend's mouth. "Giselle, you look amazing. Jesus, I hope I'm in that great of shape at your age."

Or worse. *****

"How about this shade of tint? Is this okay?" Classroom is a mess. Not because the shuffling happened. But because the three annoying people will be in our class starting today. How I wish I got shuffle too! Someone tap my shoulder and I look. "Do you know things about make up?" One of my classmate ask. I shake my head and she roll her eyes. Ugh! How much I want to stab that eyeballs of yours. They look like a walking coloring book. I want to tell them that it's okay to put a make up but...they over do it. They look like a clown now with their super red lipstick and thick eyebrows, white face----Are they being a slut for those three pips?

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

“This place has a strict no-trash policy. And that drink was to remind you that you don't belong here.” “Shame,” I replied coolly. My mind was a little calmer now, even though I knew none of them was leaving this place unscathed. “Looks like their policy isn't so strict if a trash bag like you slipped through.” The smirk on Julia’s face cracked. “You know,” she said with a mocking lilt, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “It’s cute that you think you’re glowing, growing, or something. What’s it called again—‘confidence’? But let’s be real here. We both know you’ve always been the pig in the room.”

A slop cart was parked right there, collecting kitchen waste from the neighborhood. The smell was something else entirely. However, I didn't have options. I clenched my teeth and climbed inside the barrel. I crouched in the dark and the stench and let the cart haul me, rocking and jolting, all the way out of town. 'Goodbye, my husband. 'Goodbye, Grand Chancellor.' - In the study, Jeremy worked through the last document and pressed his fingers to his temple. A small smile crossed his face as he set down his quill and got up, then headed toward the bedroom.

I smile just enough not to ruin the moment, but I don’t say anything, because the truth is different, because I don’t want to be her best friend, I never wanted to be just that, even if I’ve pretended for so long that it was enough. But I also didn’t have the guts to do anything when I should have, when I still had the chance, and now it’s too late, now the best girl I know is with an idiot. And there’s nothing I can do about it. ⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and

The neighbor next door, Craig Hooper, cried out, "Oh my god, who left something so expensive out here? I almost stepped on it. If I had broken any of this, I couldn't afford to pay for it!" Since I hadn't fully closed the door behind me, Craig pushed it open as he finished speaking. "Are those things outside yours?" I nodded. "Yes, Craig. I'll take them away in a moment." Craig sighed in relief. "Jeremiah, even if you're rich, you can't just leave things lying around like this. The aged whiskey, the truffles, and that diamond bracelet—none of them are cheap. By a rough estimate, you're already looking at well over a million dollars. How could you just leave them by the door?

It's trash_inlove Till the next Adios.

She looked every bit the innocent college girl on the outside, but her eyes burned with filthy desperation. “On the bed, legs spread,” Clyde said, his voice rough. “Show us that greedy little hole that took us in.” She didn’t wait. She lay back and spread her thighs wide, exposing her already dripping pink cunt and asshole. Both brothers groaned at the sight. They weren’t fans of sharing women, but if it was their Zinnia, then they could break that rule. They climbed onto the bed, cocks hard and throbbing, ready to ruin her. Clyde claimed her mouth first, kissing her deep and filthy while Cedric latched onto her left tit… doing what he couldn't do in the basement.