Hers is Bigger than His: The Platinum Edition - E-book - ePub

My abrupt career shift was not planned. This all started when a cute guy asked me for my number, just before I broke a heel trying to make a hysterical dash to catch my train. In a rush, I gave him my number and forgot about him immediately after.  I had a train to catch. He texted me within a few days of our encounter confessing that he had a fantasy that he couldn't get out of his head ever since the day we bumped into one another.
He couldn't wait to tell me about his fantasy. Who is this? You want to do what to me on a crowded subway train? OMG! I so did not request these pics, but I have to admit that some pics deserve a second. and sometimes a third look (especially when no enlarging was necessary). Despite being visually WOWed, I ignored the rest of his texts. Fast-forward a few week nights later. I had insomnia. I'd been ignoring the cute guy's texts, but that had not been deterred him.
Every few days, he'd try to initiate a naughty conversation with me. He texted. I ignored him. He'd wait a few days, then try again. Like I said, this particular night, I had a bout of insomnia while staring up at my bedroom ceiling. With nothing else to do, I decided to text him back and troll him for the heck of it. Before I knew it, I was drenched in sweat (and other things), while my feet were firmly latched to my headboard.
My head spun because I couldn't believe the position I was in, nor what I had done to get there. Astonished at my own actions, I continued texting the cute guy with desperate hopes of going a second round. I am not joking when I say that this was the catalyst to my abrupt career change. I joined the literary community at the cute guy's encouragement. Not the Shakespearean bunch. The misfits that the elite snobs turn their nose up at, while the general public enjoys every filthy word.
Come along for the journey and see for yourself. Also Includes Stories from:Original Series&Thugs Vs Trans