A kiss can be more intimate than sex.
Not because it’s more physical, but because of everything happening in that moment. The eye contact, the tension, the trust, the feeling of being completely present with someone.
Some kisses don’t leave your head because of what happened after.
They stay because of how that moment made you feel.
My coworker asked me not to come to her wedding.
I thought she was joking.
She wasn’t.
She pulled me aside during lunch and said, “I need you to understand this isn’t personal.”
Which is usually how people start saying something very personal.
I asked what she meant.
She said her fiancé had asked her to invite everyone from work except me.
I laughed.
She didn’t.
I asked why.
She said, “He thinks we’re too close.”
The first time I heard about the donation, I thought we’d finally caught a break.
Our charity had been trying to replace several pieces of outdated equipment for months. We didn’t have the budget to buy everything we needed, so when a local business owner called and offered to donate equipment worth nearly $6,000, everyone in the office was excited.
Everyone except Melissa.
Melissa was the employee responsible for communicating with the donor.
She came into my office holding the inventory list and dropped it on my desk.
“Are we seriously accepting all of this?”
I looked at her.
“Why wouldn’t we?”
“Because this isn’t very impressive.”
I actually laughed.
“Melissa, it’s almost six thousand dollars worth of equipment.”
“I know.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
She leaned against my desk.
“They’re a pretty successful company. They can afford more.”
I stared at her for a moment.
“They’re donating. They don’t have to give us anything.”
She rolled her eyes.
“That’s not how fundraising works.”
Apparently, according to Melissa, fundraising meant making donors feel like whatever they offered wasn’t enough.
I didn’t think much more about it until the donor called me three days later.
“Hi,” he said. “I wanted to check something before we arrange the delivery.”
“Of course.”
“Is your organization still interested in the equipment?”
I frowned.
“Yes. Absolutely. Why wouldn’t we be?”
There was a pause.
“Because Melissa told me you were expecting us to provide additional equipment.”
A kiss can be more intimate than sex.
Not because it’s more physical, but because of everything happening in that moment. The eye contact, the tension, the trust, the feeling of being completely present with someone.
Some kisses don’t leave your head because of what happened after.
They stay because of how that moment made you feel.
My husband walked into the bedroom wearing a hoodie.
“Why is it so cold in here?”
I looked at him.
“Because you turned the thermostat down.”
“I didn't.”
“Yes, you did.”
He walked over to it.
“It says 18.”
“You set it to 18 last night.”
“No, I didn't.”
I laughed.
“You literally complained that you were hot.”
He looked at the thermostat again.
“Maybe I did.”
“Maybe?”
He smiled.
“Okay, I did.”
“Then why are you complaining now?”
He pulled the hoodie tighter.
“Because I forgot.”
My neighbor’s 16-year-old son offered to babysit my daughter.
I said no.
She looked offended.
She said, “He’s old enough.”
I said, “I’m sure he is. I just don’t know him well enough.”
She told me I’d hurt his feelings.
I apologized.
That should’ve been the end of it.
It wasn’t.
Wait… Zendaya was doing this on live television in 2013?
The confidence, the vocals, the choreography. She was so young here, but already looked completely at home on that stage. Watching this now hits differently.
My coworker stopped me in the hallway and said, “I need you to do me a favor.”
“What?”
“If anyone asks, tell them you gave me those numbers.”
I stared at her.
“What numbers?”
“The figures in the presentation.”
“You didn't get them from me.”
“I know.”
“Then why would I say that?”
She lowered her voice.
“Because my manager thinks I made them up.”
I looked at her.
“Did you?”
She hesitated.
“Not exactly.”
I brought my two closest friends to my boyfriend’s apartment because he asked for a two-time and I was stupid enough to say yes.
He asked after sex, when I was still wet and easy. Bring Amaka and Tolu. Just once. I laughed. Then I sent the text. They came in after a wedding, still in heels, perfume too loud for his small sitting room. He poured drinks with his hands shaking. I kissed him first so it would look like my idea. Tolu watched my mouth. Amaka watched his trousers. I told them we could leave. Nobody stood up.
I let him fuck me on the rug so they could see I wasn’t bluffing. He had my dress at my waist and his cock in my pussy while Amaka pulled my hair back and Tolu put her fingers in my mouth. I was dripping down my thighs and still trying to look in control. Then Tolu pulled him out of me and sat on his face. Amaka put my hand on her tit and told me to stop acting shy. I licked her. She tasted like wine and cheap gloss…
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Wait… Zendaya was doing this on live television in 2013?
The confidence, the vocals, the choreography. She was so young here, but already looked completely at home on that stage. Watching this now hits differently.
My friend had been dating her boyfriend for almost five years, and everyone around her thought they were eventually going to get married.
She had built so much of her life around him.
When he got a job in another state, she supported him through the move. She helped furnish his apartment, covered some of his expenses when money was tight, and even turned down a better job opportunity because she didn’t want their relationship to become long-distance.
He always told her the same thing:
“Just give me a little more time. I want to get everything in place before we take the next step.”
She believed him.
A few months ago, he told her he had finally saved enough for a down payment on a house.
She was thrilled.