Whispers of December: A holiday novella

by Maisie Myers

"We spread our legs for our book boyfriends, and we shut the fuck up and take that dick like the good fucking girls we are." I choke again. Jesus fucking Christ. There is no way to tell what this woman is going to say next. She's the most unpredictable, chaotic and fascinating person I have ever met, hands down. I think I'm gonna marry her.

"Let go, baby. Give it to me."

"No one should ever make you feel like what you're doing isn't important or worthy. They shouldn't break you down, they should build you up. Share in your excitement, even if they don't fully understand it. They don't need to understand to be proud. And baby," I skim my fingers down her face, "I am so fucking proud of you."