Jesus H. Christ, Jennifer thought as she forcefully stretched her stride to a near sprint, her feet barely touching the pavement as she ran. She turned the corner onto Beaumont Street, and the two female dorms came into view, so she knew she only had about four hundred yards left. All the guys called Beaumont by the nickname P. A. because of those two dorms,...
Interlude: Truth, Lies, and Fiction Storytelling is a funny thing. When you read a story like this, you're giving somebody like me permission to tell you certain kinds of lies. You probably agree that it's okay and even sensible for me to lie to you about my name, and the company I work for, and a bunch of other things besides. I need those lies if I'm to t...
The rules were quite simple. Two bases – pink and blue across each other in a field, miles away from anywhere. Each base had a team of 50 people training (all women) for "endurance training" or something like that, nobody really was sure, with a few security officers (again all women) to make sure everything was in order. Some days each team trained by thems...
No part of this story may be published at any other site without the express permission of the author. Comments and criticisms would be welcomed by the author at the link below. A letter from Abigail to her best friend, Danni. Abigail is married to a sailor, has no children, and frequently lives alone waiting for him to return home. Danni is married and...
It was the last day of term, thank god!!! And not just any term either, it was the last day of the last term…ever. Classes had finished over an hour ago. I go to an all girls’ boarding school in the south of England. Most of my mates had gone home already, but myself, (I’m Abby by the way) Megan and Wendy were crowded in Wendy’s small dorm room. We were get...
I took my time applying my makeup. I made sure that my eyeliner was perfect and smooth across the bottom of my eyes. I applied mascara until my eyelashes were stark black against the light blue of my eyes. The lipstick I chose was bright red, perfectly matching the deep olive tones of my skin. I rubbed my lips together to spread it, and gave the mirror a qui...
"Sh, sh, sh!" She whispers harshly through a bubble of laughter. Her nerves make her giddy, they make her fingers tremble against my back as she rushes me to finish picking the lock. I give a small smile, which she can't see and return my attention and frustration to the task before me. My fingers would much rather be working away the buttons of her loose-f...
Lips begging to be kissed, tongue sliding over those impeccable lips leaving a dewy look to them shiny and smooth, with just enough pout to make any man or woman want to cum. The thought of this woman with her hair barely hanging down over her shoulders, long sleek neck with skin like ivory, lustrous, polished. Her collar bone protruding just enough to make...
I vividly remember the day I realized I was a lesbian. It was Saturday night, after my first week of Uni. I had been reading in the library, as I didn't really know anyone and as I made my way back to my dorm at about midnight, when the library shut, I hugged my books to my chest for warmth as it was quite cold for September, I noticed out of the corner of m...
I worried the drugs would run out. They kept a pleasant drumming beat in the back of my head, and I worried I would miss them. But maybe I only worried because the paranoia had finally set. It was too soon to tell. Norah hit the pipe one more time before passing it back to me. She was passing the wrong direction, but I didn't say anything. Sitting up on her...