Tag: Cunnilingus

After six weeks of emailing and texting, we were finally going to meet. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I kept fidgeting with my cocktail, flinching every time someone walked through the doors of my date’s favorite bar. I was here two hours early; I just couldn’t sit in my hotel room any longer. I kept wondering if we’re going to like each ...

The resort was perhaps a little ostentatious, and in places, it lacked originality. It was a cookie-cutter destination resort that could have been at any coastal beach location in the world. But it did have two saving graces: Our room on the ninth floor was well-appointed, offering a glorious view of the ocean through a wall of floor-to-ceiling ...

I don’t know how many miles I’ve run in my life. A lot, I suspect. If I had been careful, I could have kept track pretty easily. In the early days, I would drive over the routes I ran, using the car odometer to calculate distances. It wasn’t super accurate, but close enough. Now, I can track everything: Distance, elevation, heart rate. It’s almost too much ...

For a couple of years, we met every Monday afternoon for Happy Hour to discuss the latest goings-on at our respective libraries. Three young up-and-coming librarians, we had all been at an ALA conference in Salt Lake City, Utah. Instantly connecting with each other during an exceptionally dull presentation on Information Technology ...