M is for Myg

I didn’t want to die. Not now. Not like this.

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“You’re safe here, Myg.” she said.

But it was damn hard to believe her with Vanny leering at me like that. Read more

Continued from Kiss me in the shadow (VI). New to the series? Try reading it in this order: Met a stranger on a train (I) then Bodegaddiction (II) then Small crimes (III) and then This is not my beautiful house (IV) and Bumped right into me (V). Then read Kiss me in the shadow (VI) and then come on back here.
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Flecks of ice cold water stung my naked skin, rousing me from what felt like a stalled out coma or the aftermath of a nasty Tastykakes binge.

“Get up Myg” Vanny harassed from the other side of the door. “I’m hungry,” she said, her eyes glowing hot through the iron bars. Something told me that she was not about to suggest we order pizza. Read more

Continued from Bumped right into me - met a stranger part V. New to the series? Try reading it in this order: Met a stranger on a train (I) then Bodegaddiction (II) then Small crimes (III) and then This is not my beautiful house (IV) and then, finally, Bumped right into me. Then read this one.
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Yep, that’s me passed out cold, this time without even my boxers to keep me warm.

Let me explain what happened first. Read more

Continued from This is not my beautiful house - met a stranger part IV. New to the series? Try reading it in this order: Met a stranger on a train (I) then Bodegaddiction (II) then Small crimes (III) and finally This is not my beautiful house (IV). Then come on back.
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You can call me whatever you want, but I always sucked at grand theft auto.

First, I had no idea how to pop the locks without setting off the sprinkler system and the alarm. Then even if I did, how the hell was I gonna jump the starter? I was out of my league.

I thought maybe I’d just wait for the autobus and give the driver some sob story, so I sat down at the bus stop for a spell. But damn that’s one laggy busline, because the sun set over that skyline and not one came. But then, guess who materialized out of thin air? Read more

I can’t fucking believe it but now even my dreams are flat. Has anyone else ever had this happen? It’s not too far off from learning another language and then dreaming in that language, but it’s a weird fucking feeling, for sure. But the dream wasn’t bad. In fact, it went sort of like this…

Two gorgeous women built a “little” house. Then they invited everyone they knew to come and trash it. This was the housewarming party of the year, and it’s only mid-March. But it was so happening, that no way any party this year can top it.

To the left you see Lisa, our very own blogger of Mode Premiere. To the right, in springy submissive white, you see her diamond, Vanny. Vanny posted her own blog about the night, the crawly things in her gut before it began, the crowds of people who crushed the bandwidth, the music - so go read it. But as she tells you, no text can give you the vibe. You had to be there. Read more