…once a month, I collect the payments for the paper. The dogs bark louder on those days, like they know what’s up. The old folks move slower too, I’d swear it on the bible. Ms. Carissa makes it all worthwhile, though.
Category: Oh, Carissa!
Stories about a woman who knows what she likes. (for mature audiences only)
Secret Haters, Secret Admirers
She is just Carissa. She’s not worried about whether you like her or find her attractive. She goes about her business and lives her life. I think that’s exactly why you either love her or hate her.
Married, with Children
Carissa comes over just after dinner.
The Marrying Kind
And she’s damn good to me. Better than any woman has ever been to me, even my mother. She won’t find out about this will she? My mother, I mean.
The Millionaire
Everybody wins, really. Because I always save the best gift for Carissa.
Best Friends, part 2
There was no thick flannel fabric between us that night; just the lacy pink of her bra and panties and the worn cotton of my white ones.
Best Friends, part 1
It was Carissa’s idea that we get a room for the night.
Generation X
Carissa was dressed like them but different somehow. Her skirt was shorter, her sweater was tighter, her blouse open one button more. She looked better than them, like her clothes were made for her body and not for a featureless mannequin.