Book Excerpts
by hannah
May 11th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 9: ACCIDENTAL)
I tell Jack I’ll look into it, and then I tell Jack about my evening with Mr. Smyth.
“I think I’m in love.”
“He made you come, didn’t he?”
With Jack, everything always has to come down to sex. “This is not just a sex thing! We have great conversations. He’s charming and gracious. He understands me. And he’s got a great house.”
“Okay fine, it’s more than just a sex thing. He’s potentially the sugar daddy you’ve always dreamed of. But please, Hannah, don’t get all wrapped up like you always do. He’s forty, he’s never been married, and he just broke off an engagement to someone he dated for a long time. He’s probably not the marrying type.”
“You know what? I refuse to get caught up in your persistent pessimism whenever it comes to relationships. And I do not need a sugar daddy!”…
by hannah
April 26th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 8: FALLING IN LOVE)
Love happens when you least expect it to, oftentimes with someone you least expect it to happen with, and more often than not at an inopportune moment.
You’re trying to get over your ex, tackling being single, realizing that shagging your young inexperienced neighbor is not enough, or you’re just about to leave on a philanthropic mission to Africa for the next six months.
And you meet a guy, in a women’s bathroom, who’s a little odd, and a little too tall, and a little too skinny, and maybe a little too old for you. And even though you end up drunk and passed out in a bed with him half-naked, you think little of it, or him.
Until you talk to him intimately over the phone, and find you can share personal experiences with him over drinks.
And you drive up to his house, and he opens the door looking suddenly oh-so-sexy like never before in his black baseball hat, worn jeans, and white t-shirt, telling you to unwind while he cooks for you. And he takes your body in a knowing way you haven’t felt in a long time, and you lie back with this feeling you don’t want to admit to but can’t escape: the feeling of falling in love.
To Be Continued…
by hannah
April 20th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 8: FALLING IN LOVE)
I fold my arms behind my head and tilt my chair back.
I have fallen in love twice in my life.
During my first semester at USC, I walked down into the lone, underground campus bar with the intention of doing homework. That’s until Warner, the bartender, introduced himself to me. I ended up with sweaty palms, watering eyes, a babbling tongue, and my heart threatening to pop out of my chest. It was love at first sight.
Warner was the perfect man: tousled hair, bronze skin, athletic; and more eloquently versed, thoroughly traveled, and mature than all the über-horny boys in my freshman classes put together. We started dating and I fell madly in love.
Warner took me on my first camping trip. I would have never dreamed that hiking up a mountain until the sweat seeped through my bra; sleeping on a foam mat in a thirty-six-square-foot tent for three nights; and peeing outdoors could turn me on to a man so much. Warner taught me how to surf, snowboard, skateboard, and give what he considered the perfect blowjob in the backseat of his Volvo. I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
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