"That'll be $8.63, Eddie," I inform Edward, also known as Eddie, as he approaches the counter with six French macaroons.Eddie, a local senior citizen residing just a few streets away from the marketplace, is a cherished customer. He has been a regular visitor ever since Deborah and Lisa first opened one of their numerous branches. His order has always been consistent: six pistachio-flavored French macarons.Without fail, Eddie consistently declares that pistachio-flavored macarons are the finest creations since the debut of Mike and Ikes candies in 1940. This day was no exception."I've been saying it every day, and I'll say it again: pistachio macarons are the best thing since Mike and Ikes hit the scene in 1940," Eddie states, handing over a ten-dollar bill."Eh, Sour Patch Kids hold that distinction for me," I respond with a playful grin as I prepare to give him his change, prompting a light-hearted chuckle from him."Ah, that's right, you're into that sweet and sour stuff," Eddie
"You're unbelievable!" Mount Piper erupts again. "I don't charge for my company either!" She immediately defends. "What makes me any different from her?!""Oh, believe me," Max widens his eyes theatrically, exhaling deeply, intentionally getting under the girl's skin once more, "many, many things." Piper opens her mouth to retaliate, but Max promptly cuts her off. "Like for starters, if I recall correctly, you almost offered your 'services' to the entire football team before Ethan dragged you out of the locker room...but please, do correct me if I'm wrong."The entire team? Well, that's quite unexpected.Piper's jaw drops faster than Max's mood for a quickie would have plummeted if he were in the mood right now. Meanwhile, I'm finishing the last of my popcorn because things
From the start of the semester until this date, October 29, 2016, I've managed to accumulate twenty casual partners on my roster. Each individual possesses a unique quality that earned them a spot in my list, which is no small feat, considering my exacting standards.Casual Partner #1: Max, the Exception. A 20-year-old junior, Max is not just a handsome English major; he's a sexual virtuoso who knows it all too well. His prowess extends beyond imagination, leaving anyone who encounters him utterly speechless. Last night marked our third encounter, and it only left me craving more. Avery selected him as my subject for a reason, but did she anticipate that this man might be my ultimate downfall someday?After sessions with three different men - Shane, Joe, and Brandon - I couldn't help but admit that not even their combined efforts cou
"It's really disappointing that the gang can't join us for Halloween this year. We could have all gone as the 'Liquor Cabinet' together," Avery laments as we scour the Phantom Halloween Store for matching costumes for just the two of us.Today is Sunday, and as planned, Avery and I woke up early to spend the entire day together. We skipped breakfast to search for dresses for Loraine's and Darius's wedding at the Paseo Nuevo mall. After nearly three hours of browsing, we both managed to find something decent at Nordstrom. We then treated ourselves to a well-deserved lunch at California Pizza Kitchen and headed to the town's top-rated Halloween costume store to pick out outfits for UP's massive Halloween fest tomorrow night.We've been at the store ever since."Tell me about i
"Thank goodness," Avery breathes a sigh of relief as she spots me entering at four in the morning. I gently close the door behind me, and she wraps her arms around me in a tight embrace. "I sent you a few texts and tried calling to check how long you'd be gone, only to realize that your phone probably died.""Sorry about that," I chuckle softly, hugging her back. "I didn't notice my phone had died until I was almost here, so I didn't bother charging it in the car.""No worries now. You're back, you're safe, and you look much better than when you left," she remarks, studying me closely. "That's all that matters." I wink at her, silently acknowledging the accuracy of her entire statement.That's when I realize that Kalix is also present with Avery. Did they both actually wait
~Monday, October 31, 2016 - Halloween-Green, yellow, orange, red, blue.Blue, red, orange, yellow, green.Wow, it appears I've mixed up the order in which I'm munching on my Sour Patch Kids. This showcases my current state of boredom in Philosophy class.Now, where was I?Oh, right...Green, yellow, orange...My investigation into the candy packet grinds to a halt as I find it devoid of any remaining contents. I can't help but pout at this discovery; I seem to have devoured the entire package.
It's no exaggeration that UP was known for its party scene as much as its competitive admissions process. Since enrolling, there hasn't been a single week when I haven't attended at least one party. So, it made perfect sense for me to hit up as many Halloween parties as I could on this night. And let me tell you, I've been to my fair share of college Halloween parties, but no one does it quite like UP and Isla Vista's Halloween shutdown. In simpler terms, Del Playa is the place to be on Halloween.Avery, Kalix, and I explored the entire block, and every party we attended was a hit. Eventually, we decided to split up, with them heading back to ATO while I revisited Drew's place. The visiting UCLA football team and their entourage have kept me company, and let me tell you, these people know how to throw a party. The last hour has been a mix of classic throwback tunes, just as promised.
Once Max finishes my back, his hand glides down to my feet. He retrieves the second loofah to address the front of my legs and thighs simultaneously.Well, it seems like he's growing somewhat impatient himself.He soaps his way up to my breasts, and when he notices how erect my nipples have become, he leans in against me once more, sending a familiar shiver down my spine. He hands me the loofahs."Your turn," he whispers, his warm, minty breath tickling my ear.Oh, thank goodness. I don't think I could have endured much longer. You agree, right? Buffy chimes in. I'm hyperventilating up here FOR you. I take the loofahs and apply Drew's two-in-one men's shampoo and conditioner onto them. Instead of turning around, I bend at the waist, allowing my buttocks to brush against his sheathed erection. I don't need to see his face to know how this affects him; I can feel it myself. I move the loofahs to his feet and, in a teasing manner, simultaneously slide them up each leg, eventually reachin
Isabella "Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of our very own Isabella Vega and Max Blackwell," Father Raffaele begins as soon as the choir finishes off the song. Words can't describe how I felt when I first heard it playing behind the closed doors. Max has really outdone himself this time."In the years they have been together, both on and off - we all chuckle to that - "their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife." A few 'about time's' fire through the crowd, making us chuckle some more.Soon after, Father Raffaele announces that Max and I will be reciting our vows to one another, motioning for Max to begin with his. My man clears his throat ever so vigorously, earning his overdramatic ass another round of chuckles from the rest of us before he briefly turns to Father Raffaele."Sorry in advance, Father," Max warns him, and then he turn
MaxI only saw her ten minutes ago, but damn, my jaw still drops when the chapel doors open, revealing her in all her glory. I proudly watch as my mother-in-law and brother-in-law join her on each side, slowly walking her down the aisle. What makes me smile even more is the moment Isabella's already beautiful face lights up in recognition at the song I've chosen for the processional. She's absolutely breathtaking, in every sense of the word.I could go on describing the details of the goddess walking towards me, but given that my dick is already as solid as a rock and we're inside a church, I'd rather spare all the witnesses here the image of me ejaculating on the spot. So, for the sake of all the guests, especially Father Raffaelem, who happens to be standing closest to me, let me just stop at she's absolutely breathtaking.Her arrival at the altar can't come fast enough. As the agonizing distance between us gets shorter with each ascending step, I take a moment to revisit some of ou
Isabella"Come on, Isabella, get a grip!" I scold my nerves, taking another swig of the bottle without letting any tequila spill on my expensive dress. I wipe the liquid from the side of my mouth with the back of my hand. "Why are you so nervous? It's just a wedding, and it's Max. He'd laugh if he saw you like this."Girl, if you don't calm down..., Buffy interjects, breaking through my nervous thoughts. Your back-and-forth pacing is giving MY conscience's conscience a headache. I take a deep breath before another swig. Pull yourself together! Max is probably as calm as ever while you're freaking out for no reason!As I'm about to bring the bottle to my lips again, a determined knock on the door interrupts me. Damn it! Where's a packet of Sour Patch Kids when you need one?"It's unlocked," I call out, turning around to take one last gulp. The door creaks open and closes, but the visitor remains silent. Then I hear the lock turning, slowly."Alex, if this is one of your lame attempts t
Isabella "Are you alright, bro?" I inquire as I approach Alex on the porch swing of the Carters' old house."I've never been better," he replies, patting the seat beside him. "I just wanted to talk. Even though we FaceTime every night, it's never quite the same as being together in person.""I completely understand," I say, taking a seat next to him and resting my head on his shoulder. He rests his head on top of mine, and we stay like this for a while before he breaks the silence."Do you remember that time when you tried to be Spider-Woman and fell down the stairs?" He asks suddenly, instantly bringing a smile to my face. "You scraped your knee, but you didn't want Mom to find out because you knew she would scold you for not being careful. So instead, you came to me, begging me to fix the cut before she came home.""Yes," I chuckle softly. "I think I was around seven years old, right?""Seven and three months," he responds with a soft chuckle of his own. "And then there was the tim
~Five Weeks Later-MaxAfter five years of living on and off with Isabella, you might think I'd grow tired of waking up before her, but no, not at all. Despite both of us not being morning people, the days when I'm up before noon are special because I get to wake up my fiancée. The mere thought of our new reality makes me smile like a lunatic.With that smile on my face, I grab a coffee tray filled with Isabella's typical breakfast and head down the hall to the master bedroom. Once inside, I place the tray on a nightstand before slowly hovering over Isabella's sexy sleeping figure. Knowing she doesn't wake up when I initially touch her, I let my fingers graze her waist as I slide the silky covers off her bare body.She's always been breathtaking, from the moment I first laid eyes on her. Starting with her right leg, bent at the knee, I position myself over it and begin to kiss every inch of her, starting at her toes.My lips move up her sole to her heel, gradually reaching her calf, t
~At the Penthouse Suite~IsabellaUpon returning to the penthouse suite with our bags of groceries, Max poses a question."What did the savage mother say to her son when he informed her that his girlfriend was pregnant?" he inquires as we enter, closing the door behind us."You should've used protection?" I jest."Good one, but no," he chuckles. "She instead apologized, asking him who the father was.""Daaammmnnn," I laugh, conceding that it was one of the better jokes. Surprisingly, our banter, initiated at the grocery store, continues to be amusing. "Alright, my turn," I say, placing my bags on the expansive kitchen island. "To make this scenario work, I'll play the mother, and you'll be the son. We'll engage in a short conversation about you seeking permission to hang out with your girlfriend. Other than that, your responses won't impact mine much, so feel free to unleash that creative mind of yours.""Sounds good," he chuckles, depositing his bags on the island. "Ready when you ar
After a few seconds, Caleb thanks Max for something simple, even though my boyfriend just stated the obvious. Hopefully, Caleb won't feel the need to hide himself after tonight."You can thank us both by asking that Jaxon kid out," Max suggests, handing Caleb a hundred-dollar bill."Okay, forget what I said about Caleb being irresistible; he's beyond that. I can't find words to describe the guy I'm sitting on, who doesn't realize he's making Caleb's night."Caleb, feeling shy and surprised, tries to return the money. He thinks it's too much, but Max insists and places it in Caleb's shirt pocket."I wasn't asking," Max states firmly, ending further discussion.Caleb breathes out in disbelief, scratching his head in embarrassment. "Thanks, man. I mean, I don't know what else to tell you," he says, shrugging helplessly.Max smirks, silently signaling Caleb not to worry. With a nod and an appreciative smile, Caleb goes back inside, probably to find Jaxon and ask him out.Turning to Max, h
Later That Day"Five more minutes, I promise," I call back, securing the last bobby pin to keep my wild hair in check. I'll be surprised if they manage to hold anything given where we're headed tonight, but hey, I'm too lazy to take them out now."Take your time, I'll be in the living room!"Once I've tucked away the last bobby pin in who knows where, I check myself in the mirror one final time before joining Max."Sorry I took so long," I grimace when I find him on the couch engrossed in Real Housewives of Atlanta."No worries, ba—" His words vanish into thin air the moment his eyes land on me. I can't help but smile when they're replaced with a groan as he bites his fist."How does it look?" I ask, walking over to the door to slip on my white Converse."Like I'm not going to last long tonight," he replies smoothly, turning off the TV to stand up and join me at the door. "Holy fuck, I'm the luckiest motherfucker alive."Melting in his arms when he kisses my forehead, I thank my lucky
~Friday, February 14, 2025 - Valentine's Day in Santa BarbaraIsabellaMax and I reached Santa Barbara last night, opting to reserve a penthouse suite for a private Valentine's Day weekend. Yesterday involved exploring the city where our paths first crossed, but tonight promises an entirely different level of intimacy.The evening kicks off with the comical Valentine's Day cards we exchange..."Why am I not surprised?" I chuckle at Max's card, shaking my head at his cheeky sense of humor."Oh, please," he retorts, "like yours is any better." He displays the card I gave him, eliciting another round of laughter."Touché, touché," I concede, winking as I delve into the heartfelt note inside.Here's my love, take it.Here's my soul, use it.Wait a minute....Completing the remainder of the message, I smirk as my initial suspicion is confirmed.I glance up to find Max beaming at me proudly."What? Did it render you speechless with its brilliance?" He playfully raises his eyebrows."You cam