Author: stella

Women hire me, pay me an exorbitant amount of money, to teach them the art of…oral stimulation. I’m what people have referred to as a “professional blower.” In college, it was a great way to make money, needing the extra cash to get me through school. By the time I graduated, I saw the potential to earn more than my degree would ever be able to offer me. I had a good run…until my ex’s new … run…until my ex’s new girlfriend hired me to teach her how to please him. Or so I thought.more

My life was what country songs are made of: my Granny died, my girlfriend broke up with me, I knocked up her cousin, and I was inducted into the Major League Hall of Fame. Yup…just like every country song I’ve ever heard.But let me start over… Crisp, and I had a front row seat and the inside scoop.In a moment of grief and desperation, I allowed the Home Run King to…well, hit a home run on my diamond. He not only knocked it out of the park, but he also knocked me up. Raising two babies—the one I was carrying,…

First base: kissing.Second base: above the waist.Third base: below the waist.Home run: no explanation needed.Every baseball player knows to keep their eye on the ball and swing for the fences. Each base counts, but a home run is the goal. No one wants to strike out. This is true both on and off the field.Ellie had been my best friend since we were born, and we had a plan—get out of the tiny … plan—get out of the tiny Alabama town we’d grown up in and go to college…together. But even life’s best-laid plans could throw a powerful curveball. Rather…