Daisy Danger » Fucking Disasters

I’ve spent the afternoon lamenting about my lack of fucking lately. Ben’s my roommate, even though we fuck now and then, he doesn’t count. “Who?” I sit up, interested. I snap off the te...

https://daisydanger.com/2012/07/26/i-know-someone/

“He’s got a job and a car,” Tony whispers in my ear as he makes introductions. I just turned twenty-five and I’m in a panic. Everyone else my age is getting married, people are talking be...

https://daisydanger.com/2012/07/06/dean/

I’m broken. He left me the day we got our marriage license. For the past three months, I’ve done nearly nothing other than sit in a rocking chair and stare at the phone, waiting. Waiting for ...

https://daisydanger.com/2012/02/22/i-miss-you-damon/

It fills the room, threatens to break windows and smash furniture. I’ve masturbated the entire day, it’s not enough. I make phone calls. “Fuck me,” I plead. “Can’t,” a voice whispe...

https://daisydanger.com/2011/11/08/the-emptiness/

I try not to be annoyed, it’s one of my favorites. I can see by the bulge in his grey sweatpants that he’s hard and excited, so I bite my tongue and just roll with it. Tearing off more strips...

https://daisydanger.com/2011/07/01/finally-i-think/

“Oh girl, you sound so hot, I want u sooo bad,” big_dixxx_69 types. “Why don’t we meet??” I type, sending him directions. “OK!!!! See you soon…” he replies. The chat window closes...

https://daisydanger.com/2011/02/18/im-done-with-talk/

I see the skeleton of a Ferris Wheel looming in the distance, so I get an idea. A dingy little camper serves as the carnival employment office. A lady with the word LOVE tattooed across her knuck...

https://daisydanger.com/2010/11/19/i-need-cash-and-i-need-it-fast/

He yanks back the covers and storms off. Edward expects me to do one hundred kegels a day. He says my cunt is a cavern, he can’t feel anything. “Fuck it, I’m going to a meeting,” he yells...

https://daisydanger.com/2010/10/29/no-no-no/

One of us is always in the middle of a bad choice. Brendan is soft-spoken, sweet, shy. He only looks imposing, six and a half feet tall, heavy metal long hair, an on-and-off again drug habit. We�...

https://daisydanger.com/2010/09/30/were-never-in-love/

He’s the only one I can think of that might be able to leave work to come help me. I occasionally fuck his boss, so it shouldn’t be a problem for him to leave. I tell him I’m stuck. I need ...

https://daisydanger.com/2010/09/14/i-call-dave-at-work/