Hannah and the Leprechaun
St. Patrick’s Day is another one of those holidays, like New Year’s Eve where the ultimate goal is to get wasted and hit on people, except this time there’s not a midnight deadline. Oh, and everyone (and the liquor) is dolled up in green.
This St. Paddy’s Day, I hooked up with a few of [...]
Hannah and the Text Message
I am by no means a technophobe. I am a fan of gadgets and am right there at the electronic store chanting “open, open, open” when the latest new thing come along.
However, text messages are the bane of my existence. I just can’t understand why someone would spend the time typing a message [...]
Hannah and the Starbucks
What is it about someone that first attracts you? Is it mile long legs, a tight round ass or full perky breasts? Or is it something more subtle like the way his eyes widen with an inner recognition the first time he sees you?
Standing in line at Starbucks waiting for my morning shock [...]
Hannah and the Valentine (Part 2)
She took control the moment she stepped into my apartment. There was a feral look in her eyes, as if she was something wild and untamed and I her next meal. I’m not exactly sure how I expected the night to end, but by then, it was no longer my decision.
Within minutes [...]
Hannah and the Valentine
I remember the first Valentine present that I received from a boy. He gave me a rose that had undoubtedly been pilfered from the flowers his mother received that morning. It was half crushed and leaning precariously from a bend in its stem. But it was the first flower I’d ever received, [...]



