It was one of those days where I didn't feel like doing much of anything. I didn't feel like doing my hair or putting any makeup on. There are times where I just want to sit around and do nothing. I guess that's what happens when you spend your life working. I get sick and tired of having no life. When I do have some spare time, I never feel like doing anything.

I cooked myself some breakfast and watched Saturday morning cartoons. They sure aren't as funny as they used to be. I remember laughing my ass off when I was a kid watching cartoons. Back then they would beat the fuck out of each other. Maybe they were a little too violent, I don't know. I don't know if those cartoons are even on any more, but if they are, I would love watching them some time. I know I saw them for sale on television a few times, but they wanted an arm and a leg for them. I have to work hard for my money, I'm not about to give it up for some stupid assholes who want to rip me off.

I went back to the kitchen and cooked myself some more food. I know that I shouldn't eat like this, but it makes me feel better. I use food like drug addicts use drugs. Eating makes me feel better, makes me able to live with the life that I have to live. Not that it's that bad, but, I sure could use some excitement. I need to be able to get out from time to time. You know, have some fun. I haven't had any fun in years.

I ate my bowl of oatmeal and stared at my clock. It was damn near noon and I hadn't done a thing. I started to feel guilty, like I was letting myself down. This is where the guilt trip usually kicks in. I feel guilty for wasting my time sitting on the couch all day long. But, I didn't have anything to do.

I noticed a cute guy on television that made me really horny. I usually don't get like that. Maybe it was because I was bored, I don't know. The man had short brown hair and a long mustache. His mustache looked like it would tickle your pussy if he went down on you.

I've never had my pussy eaten by a guy with a mustache. I don't know why that is, all my boyfriends have been clean shaven men. I'll have to ask the next guy I date to grow a mustache. I want to feel what it feels like to have my pussy eaten by a guy with a mustache. I bet a mustache tickles down there.

I started to rub my pussy through my sweat pants. I wear sweat pants when I go to bed, I find they are more comfortable. My pussy got wet in no time flat, I mean I was fucking wet.

I knew that I couldn't sit here and play with myself. That is another thing that makes me feel guilty. I do play with myself every now and then, but not very often. I know some of you women out there use those dildos and vibrators, but not me. I would be so embarrassed if I went to one of those stores that sell those things. I would feel like a big time pervert. I used to drive by one of those places on my way to work. All of the guys that came out of there looked like scum bags. They were really dirty and they looked like the kind of man who would buy a whore. Maybe I drove by one of the bad porn shops. I see that you can buy sex toys online, maybe some day I will try that. But, only if I have a man who will use them on me.

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My name is Sharon and my partner's name is Doug. We are both police officers. We make our living working on the streets. Most of the time we respond to calls, but every now and then we get a bad guy on our own.

I've been doing this now for about twelve years and Doug has been doing it for around nine years. We have been partners for the past five years. As you can imagine, we hold each other's lives to the highest degree. When you are in this business, if you don't watch your partners back, you are worthless. There are many times he has saved my life.

Lately we have been working about sixty hours a week. Some weeks a little more, some weeks a little less. We lost several officers in a shoot out a few months ago. There was a big shoot out between some drug dealers and the cops. Me and my partner were there. It wasn't a pretty sight. Let me tell you one thing, it breaks your heart to watch a fellow officer die. After all you have been through with them, to see them die is more than you can handle.

One of the officers who died was the mother of three children. I feel so sorry for her kids. They are just old enough to go to school. They will never get to know their mom. I probably cried for a whole week when she died.

Sometimes I wonder why the good people always die. I mean, you rarely ever see these crack heads dying. No, they will live forever and be in good health. You take someone like Carol, who was trying to make a difference and make the world a better place.

She dies at thirty five. I mean, come on. Why couldn't have it been some guy with a needle shooting drugs in his arm? Maybe it is mean to think that way. I don't think I care though. Every time I drive by her house, I think of her.

I lost my dad when I was young. I know what these kids will be going through. I can't tell you how many times I have just wanted to hear my dad's voice again. How much I would love to cook him a meal and eat supper together.

I never got the chance to do that with my dad. He died when I was four years old. Every time I want to go over and see Carol's kids, I end up not going. I bought them toys to help take their mind of off things. But, I had to give them to Carol's sister to give to the kids. I just can't be around them. I am sad for them, but it also makes my pain come out too. Even though it has been as long as it has, I'm not sure that I have dealt with dad's death. In fact, I know I haven't.

“Unit four, we have a domestic violence situation over at 5654 Circle Drive.” The dispatcher said over the radio.

“We need you to go see what is going on. The boyfriend appears to be drunk and possibly has a gun.” The dispatcher further explained.

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As soon as I woke up, I started to feel lonely. Even though it has only been a month since I broke up with Kevin, it felt like ten years. Usually I am fine on my own. I don't need a man around me all the time. But, I'm sure you know what I am talking about. The bed feels awfully empty when you wake up all alone.

I got out of bed and done my drill. I'm sure you know what I am talking about. I worked out for about a half an hour and then I ate my breakfast. I put on a nice outfit and called a few of my girl friends on the phone.

Not much was going on with them. One of them said they had planned a quite evening alone with her boyfriend. I knew what she was talking about. They were going to have a good meal then they were going to have sex. Even though I know I have done it a million times, just hearing her talk about it made me want to throw up. I didn't need to hear that she was going to have mind mending romantic sex, while I sit in front of the TV watching reruns.

Two of my other friends said they were going to go out to the bar. They asked me if I would like to go with them. I'm not much of a bar person. Actually, the smell of cigarette smoke gets on my nerves. But, I just couldn't allow myself to sit on the couch like a lump all day.

I told them if they wanted to come over, I would throw a few chicken breasts on the grill. I didn't want to eat lunch alone. They said they would love to come over and visit. It sure is a good thing too, because I really needed the company.

We had a little BBQ and it was fun. Just a nice meal with the girls. Then, they left so they could get ready to go out drinking. These girls have stomaches made out of lead, so they start drinking early. Me on the other hand, a few drinks and I am three sheets in the wind.

I went through my closet to find something that looked sexy, but not trashy. I figured if I was going to go out to the bar, I might as well look for a man while I was there. Hell, at this point I would have going to a funeral to find a good man. Of course, he couldn't be the dead guy, unless he had a shit load of insurance. Hehehe.

I found just the outfit that I was looking for. It was a black skirt that came up a few inches from my knee. I also found a nice v neck shirt to go along with it. Something that would show off my boobs, but not be too revealing. I had one hell of a time finding my black panty hose. I almost shit a fit when I thought I would have to go to the store to buy some more.

To top off this hot little outfit, I put on some heels with straps around the ankles. A lot of guys say that I have great feet, so sometimes I like to show them off. But, I don't go over board showing them off. Those guys who have the feet fetish are so strange! I dated one and he was one of the weirdest people that I have ever met. He was a nice guy, but weird!

I did my hair. Actually, I just put some moose in my hair. I just wanted to give my curls a more fuller look. I also put on some lipstick and a new kind of gloss. I'm forget what it is called, but it looks really nice. It looks shiny longer than any others that I have used. I got some of it from the drug store that isn't too far away.

Before I knew it, they were at my house. Cindy ran in and told me to get the hell out, the meter was running! They got a taxi cab so they wouldn't have to drive home. One time we all went out and Cindy almost got charged with DUI. She only had a few drinks, so the cop let her go. That was too close of a call.

I got in the taxi and was taken back by how bad the driver smelled. This guy smelled like he never had taken a bath! Wow, it was so bad I actually held my nose. All of the windows were rolled down too. Shelly was so disgusted by the smell, she had her head out the window like she was a dog! It was too funny.

We got to the bar and there were some people there. Not many, but enough to walk around and talk to. My friends are hardcore drinkers, so they like to get there early so they have plenty of time to drink. We walked around awhile, then we went to the counter.

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Do you know how hard it is to find a good man? I'm not talking about some man who acts like a child, but a real man. A man who will keep a job and do things around the house. Chances are, you know how hard it is to find a good man.

I have all but given up on finding Mr. Right. I don't even think such a man exists. If he does, he sure in the hell doesn't live around here. No, no where near here to be exact. All the men around here claim to be studs, but they end up being duds.

While this story isn't exactly sexy, I'm sure all you women out there know exactly what I am talking about. Go ahead, laugh at what happened to me. I know deep down inside, you have had the same thing happen to you. The only difference is, I'm willing to talk about what happened to me.

One of my friends called me and asked if I would like to go out for some drinks. Being that I am single, I figured why not? What else was I going to do? Sit around and watch TV? That isn't much of a life for a horny woman. I told her that I would love to go out and have a few drinks.

This is something I love about going out for drinks. All you women know exactly what I am talking about too. All I have to do is buy one drink. Hell, I can even just ask for a free ice water. Before long, men will be asking to buy me drinks like crazy. I can get shit faced and not have to spend a fortune. Have you recently seen how much these bars charge for drinks? It can eat up your whole paycheck in no time. But, it doesn't eat a hole in my purse. No way, I let all of these dumb ass looser men buy me drinks. Why not? They would be buying some other woman a drink!

“Are you ready to go?” A voice said through the door.

“Don't you know how to knock?” I said while running to the door. “I thought you would be outside.” Sherry said.

“It's too damn hot out there. I don't want to ruin my makeup.” I said closing the door behind me.

Sherry is a nice girl, but don't get in her way when she is drunk. Also, don't let her get anywhere near a car. She will think nothing of driving a car while drunk. Believe me, I've seen her drive while drunk and it isn't a pretty sight. Luckily, her brother was driving us all down to the bar. It was a relief just knowing that she wasn't planning on driving home after drinking at the bar.

“Where does that girl live?” Sherry's brother asked.

“What girl?” Sherry asked.

“The one we were supposed to pick up.” He said.

“She lives over by that little store and Third street. Just drop me off there and I will get her.” Sherry said.

Sherry's brother pulled into the little store. I have been to this place a hundred times and for the life of me I can't think of what it's called. It used to be called Tom's Corner Store, but someone bought it and changed the name. Oh well, I'm sure you guys don't care anyway.

Shelly came back to the car with Debra. I thought they were never going to come out of the house. They must have been in there for at least twenty minutes.

“Hello there.” Shelly's brother said to Debra.

“Don't you get any fucking ideas. She doesn't want you.” Shelly scolded her brother.

“With a rack that nice, I had to say something.” He laughed.

“You fucking pig. All you men are alike.” Shelly yelled.

“I call them as I see them.” He kidded.

“He has a point, I mean I do have nice tits.” Debra joked.

“Not as nice as mine.” Shelly said pulling down her shirt.

“Come on sis, I don't want to see your tits.” Shelly's brother screamed.

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I need to tell you a little bit about my situation. I am a single mother of one. I am 23 and my daughter is two years old. As you can imagine, I don't get much time to myself. I love being a mother don't get me wrong. But, as a woman, I have needs too.

I don't have much of a chance to meet men. Actually, I never get the chance to meet men. The only time I get to meet men is when I am at work. Usually I am so busy, that I don't have the time. I work at the check out line at a grocery store. I run the register and help bag the stuff. We have school kids that are supposed to help bag the groceries, but some times they don't do their jobs. I don't know what they are doing. I don't get on them about it though. I know they are kids and don't really want to work. They are just looking to make enough money to buy the things that their parents won't get them.

I usually work at least six days per week. I don't make much money, so I have to work as much as I can. The owner is really nice and gives me overtime if I want it. Of course I take it, but I really don't want it. But, I have to make ends meet. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to afford living.

I don't regret having my daughter. She is the reason why I get up every morning. Though, I do wish that I could have been older when I had her. It is nothing against her, I just want to live a life. Is that selfish? Is it selfish to want to live? If so, I am guility.

I also would have liked to been older so I could have been more prepared. If I had known what it takes to raise a child, I would have gotten an education. I would have went to college or got some training. That way I would have a good job and wouldn't have to work so much. But, I might be able to go to college when she goes to school. I talked to a woman at the community college and she said that I can get government money to go to college if I want to. I want to, but I don't know if I could work at the grocery store and go to college. On top of all of that, I would have to take care of my daughter too.

Mr. Keller who owns the grocery store says that if I go to college for business, he will let me run the store. Mr. Keller has several different grocery stores. He says I am a good worker and would love to have me take over one of the stores. He says that soon he will want to retire and will need someone to run the store for him. I will think about going to school to do this. I like him and I would like a better paying job. He says that I could be at work while my daughter is in school. By the time she got off school, I would be off work. That sounds great, but that is some time down the road. I have to deal with today and not just tomorrow.

I asked my sister if she would watch my daughter for me. Just for a few hours just so I could get out of the house. I wanted to go down to the bar and have a few drinks. I knew that if I bought one, I could find guys that would buy me drinks. I know that sounds bad, but when you don't have money, that is how you do it. The way I see it is, I am a cheap drunk. I don't have to drink ten drinks to get drunk. After about four or five, I am feeling good.

I walked down to the bar. It is about a twenty minute walk from my house. I thought that I could use the walk to remove some stress also. Walking is my way of getting rid of stress. It seems to work. By the time that I went into the bar, I was relaxed. Relaxed enough to be able to have some fun.

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