Maya Juarez-Peña
Stories (28/0)
All for Me...
Having two handsome men stand on either side of me, knowing both of them want to take me. I have never experienced anything like this before. Just the idea of a three way, and me being in the center of it all?! I have taken on this confidence that has begun to draw men to me. I am more confident in myself and my sexuality to know what I want to how to get it, more or less.
By Maya Juarez-Peña4 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 14)
It's 9AM on Sunday morning. I look at my phone to see a group chat between Jessika and Noelle making plans for brunch. Just what I need, good food and good friends. I've decided I am not going to let Khyle get in my head, and I will let things happen as they are meant to happen. I put on my favorite green floral sundress and a pair of wooden wedge heels and head out the door.
By Maya Juarez-Peña5 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 11)
The night is moving along and I am having a blast. We are all talking, making great conversation and joking around. Zane and Marisa seem like the most relaxed and confident kind of couple that can have a good time anywhere. For the life of me, I can't figure out how or why Porter is single. He seems confident and cool, just like Khyle, which is no wonder they are friends. A few times during that night I catch Porter staring at me, looking me up and down, and it is starting to weird me out.
By Maya Juarez-Peña5 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 10)
When we get inside I see a giant screen TV playing music videos and it is above a long bar. There is an open space with some tables that also doubles as a dance floor, I guess this place turns into a club after midnight. To the right of the entrance is outdoor seating and another bar. In the center is the hostess who takes us to the outdoor seating area where Khyle's friends are sitting.
By Maya Juarez-Peña5 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins (Ch. 9)
Planning my outfit for tomorrow, laying down a frayed pair of jeans that have a few tears in the knee and thigh, and I can't decide if I should wear a one piece tank top or a slightly see through v cut t-shirt. I lay them out on my chair right outside my closet and figure my mind will make a choice by tomorrow night.
By Maya Juarez-Peña5 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 8)
I take the opportunity on Sunday morning to get up late, late for me being 9AM. I open all the windows to my apartment to let in the fresh morning air. Sundays are typically my only day to fully sleep in and take it slow or pamper myself. I make my self a yummy breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and toast while playing some upbeat music. I try not to turn on my tv or I will get lost on my couch for hours just staring at the screen. About 5'o clock I head to my parent's house for a dinner she was all to excited to make, and game night. These nights are really the only that I get to spend with them so I hate to miss them.
By Maya Juarez-Peña5 years ago in Filthy
Where It Begins... (Ch. 6)
Back home I shower and pack a small bowl of weed. I can already feel my anxiety getting to me, and after today's crap I feel it is also well deserved. I want to feel amazing and relaxed, not shaking and tense. I lay out my clothes and decide to go with a flowy burgundy crop top that shows just enough of my belly to tease him, my black ripped jeans and my biker heels. Feeling the sexy biker vibes tonight. I am fearless, strong and sexy... at least on the outside. On the inside I am a hot nervous mess, and I laugh at myself.
By Maya Juarez-Peña5 years ago in Filthy