Dream Press

To girls everywhere who have made mistakes.

Forgive yourself.

Then let it go.

To girls everywhere who have made mistakes.

Forgive yourself.

Then let it go.

I cling to them because their flamboyant personalities mask my non-existent on

He was undeniably attractive, and that was even before I saw the python he was packing in his pants.

I wasn’t the best hugger in the world. Maybe it had something to do with the fact my parents weren’t the affectionate type so hugs weren’t a normal or welcomed occurrence to me.

The last thing I should be doing was staring at the nurse’s tits

His lingering gaze rakes boldly over my body, and I feel the nervous lurch of my stomach. The sights and sounds of the room fade away. Yeah, he’s pretty

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”

- Mae West

Maggie rolled her eyes. “I know. You’ve set your sights on Smith.”

It was the twenty-first century. A woman could take what she wanted sexually without feeling cheap or abused. And I wasn’t some shy adolescent girl anymore. I was confident enough to admit what I wanted and go after it. This was going to be my gift to myself. A box to check off my bucket list before it was finally time to move on from my secret fantasies.

Smith Hamilton was my older brother’s best friend. And come tomorrow night, he wouldn’t know what hit him.

The feminist inside me beat on her chest and let out a battle cry.

I was doing this.

I would make Smith my bitch.

And zero fucks would be given.

“Please,” I added, letting a hint of my desperation show.

Rolling her eyes, she picked up the card, brushed off a few errant coffee grounds, and extended it toward me. “No skin off my ass.”