It's a completely normal Monday as I make my way through the high school halls, passing bored looking students on their own way to class. I'm on my way to english class like many others, there certainly isn't any reason for my stomach to be fluttering like a hundred butterflies have taken residence there. But as I reach the doorway there she is, Miss Sharpe,...
Sub-Chapter 1: ["So, Rheena... Ready for round 2?"] Tuesday 8:32 AM ["Rheena?"] Tuesday 9:55 AM ["Come on, Rheena"] Tuesday 9:18 PM ["Don't even think for a second you can just ignore me, and not give me a rematch"] Wednesday 6:05 PM ["Rheena, you bitch. Answer meeeeee!!"] Thursday 2:27 PM I swear it felt like I sent her a hundred texts, and though it...
Janice Zwink stood in front of the mirror above the bathroom sink in the inexpensive motel room she was staying in, naked and still moist from the shower she had taken. She winced when she looked up while taking off her shower cap and saw the tiny patches of peach fuzz under her arms, the product of a week or so of neglect, and she reflexively looked around...
It was a simply sublime afternoon. Sublime, intriguing, stimulating, satisfying and absolutely mind blowingly fucking exciting. They had met in the bar of the hotel. A brief kiss on the cheek and a glass each of dry white wine before lunch. They ate sparingly, pasta and salads, but befitting the reason for them meeting, they drank nearly two bottles of a fu...
I was beginning to enjoy the fact that Kelly ordered for me when we ate out. She told me that once she was satisfied that she knew my likes and dislikes, my opinion would no longer be solicited. She even warned me that she would, on occasion, order what I didn't like, especially if I were being punished. After a leisurely meal, we headed home. As we pulled o...
Warning: This story does contain incest. If you are sensitive to this or in any way offended, this story would not be for you. ***** Scene 01—Talia It felt strange, standing in front of Ariella's bedroom door. Talia couldn't see them anymore, but Nikki and Leana were sitting on the couch talking. Leana's mother, Jezebel, was nice enough to let them in bef...
This is one of those stories directly inspired by two things, the version of In the Heat of the Night sung by Pat Benatar and the heady culture of the 1980s. It's one of those laid back stories that might or might not be true, I'll leave it up to you to decide. It's set in the Eastern suburbs of Melbourne, Australia. Author's note. The RTA or Road Traffic A...
I felt bereft when I lost Sal. We both knew it would happen one day of course -- I'd been nursing her through MS for several years -- but somehow you never expect the dread day to actually come. Our friends rallied round wonderfully, and the girls at the bookshop we own were great covering while I got myself together. But it felt as though half of me had gon...
Thinking back over the past two years I wonder when I first understood what it meant to be Bi-Sexual. Back then I was twenty-one and as straight as a carpenter's rule or at least that was how I saw myself. My parents were Chinese and although I was born in Sichuan, I was barely one when we made the move to Sydney, so I grew up looking Chinese but talking the...
To say we were subdued was an understatement. Pixie, Oli and I were, for us, unusually quiet as the late night Eurostar sped towards Paris. I can't speak for the other two, but I, Aussie Annie, joker and life and soul of the party, was verging on being overwhelmed by what I had just put my hand up for. Like Frodo with the ring or Harry with Voldemort, I had...