Just A Babydoll Dress

By Nikki Whitsett

She's just a horny overthinker that finds hook-up culture debilitating. Still determined to engage in it, she spends multiple nights away from home, until her only outfit choice for a night on the town is a summer babydoll dress. She doesn't expect anything to happen, but finds out what an empowering experience a hook-up can be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Whitsett
• Release date: Dec 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370364206

Nikki Whitsett

Nikki is just an average girl who is finally done with men and the extensive disappointments they prove to be so often. All that rage against them is just NOT healthy, so she decided to instead channel her energy towards immortalizing the best parts of those men in short stories like these. As a massive fan of Taylor Swift, she would like to think she brings a similar energy to her erotic short stories. Call it her collection of Neurotic Erotica. AUTHOR'S NOTE: If anyone would like to read any of Nikki's books for free, they need only direct message her and ask. ;)

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Copyright (c) 2016.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Just a Babydoll Dress

Insecurity’s a bitch.

It’s important to acknowledge it when it’s there.  Don’t hide from it or run from it.  Acknowledge it and try to understand it.  And then get to the bottom of it.

Fuck, I’m lecturing myself.

And at a time like this too. 

I don’t know how this always happens to me.  But I start with one broken heart and then suddenly have several men fighting to pick up the pieces.  I shouldn’t need them.  I feel awful for needing them. 

And I don’t think I actually DO need them. 

And yet here I am, staring at my stupid reflection in Travis’ hotel bathroom.  And this is my second night away from home.  Last night, it was Brendan’s…

Brendan is a good guy, even if he’s a total man whore.  I mean, 100+ women?  Really?  He must have some extroverted insecurities that can only be alleviated by the opposite sex in his arms.  Which might make two of us.

I know it’s wrong but I like the attention.  And I’m horny as fuck. 

And despite my endless bar hopping and the fact that I haven’t been home in over 42 hours, I have