You just never know, do you, when you're gonna run into your so-and-so - a bad date you'd rather forget, a one-night stand that had no follow-up, a crush that didn't take hold, a former co-worker you never got along with, whatever. San Francisco is simply too small of a city to avoid these inevitable - and for the most part, unwanted - path crossings, and it...
After our communal laugh, with its mixture of relief, embarrassment, and flirtation (well that last one was less in the laugh itself and more in the confused and bashful exchange of eyes between Fed and me as the laugh subsided), I didn't know what to do or say; so I turned my head against my window with my elbow up on the door and my fingers in my bangs, an...
The Fall Semester had just begun and students were flooding the school halls, filling them with sound. In the rush, a young woman carefully navigated through the crowd. She was wearing a knee-length skirt and a cardigan, and her hands rested atop the large tote bag slung across her shoulder. "Oh my god, Flo!" A girl called out to her. She turned to look for...
"Mar?" breathes Natalie, as soon as I pick up the phone. She manages to sound both solicitous and bouncing-on-the-balls-of-her-feet excited in one syllable. "Are you -- I mean, how are you?" "I'm...okay," I say. She's giving me an opening to talk about Dan, if I want to. I don't. But I appreciate it. Dan and I danced a ten-year tango of inconstant desire, w...
I don't know how long I have been bi-curious. But some reason, women really turn me on. I have feasted on erotic literature of women seducing other women. I like the slow, seduction, or the accidental touch, and of course, the long lingering kiss. I think it is because a woman just knows what a woman wants. I get drawn into the stories. If I'm reading a good...
This is the latest edition of an ongoing story between friends and lovers...Marte, Terra and Cindy. The story is a little longer, but I believe it is well worth the read. What do you think? Enjoy. * The early winter sun shines through the thin purple drapes, landing on Marte's face. The light wakes Marte. She opens her eyes to find the bed is empty beside...
I sat at the bar with Rebecca, scoping out the unwary girls. "See any you like?" she asked me, her green eyes hungrily analyzing me. She still thought I couldn't see through her, and she was still pretending to be my girlfriend. For my part, I'd decided to go with it until I could figure out how to get her out of our lives without her doing something terrib...
I could hardly believe it. I had thought those walls would last forever. They stood so high above the estuary, and as a girl I remember standing there, looking out as the fishermen plied their trade, before pulling up and the quay to unload their catch. The smell made my mother's stomach turn, but I loved seeing the various fishes and their bright colours. A...
I misunderstand things. Maybe I am hard of hearing. Too many rock concerts. But I am get along with everyone because I am an Optometrist...Oops. An Optimist! I see the grass as half full. I constantly misunderstand my beautiful co-worker Lucia, who is Italian. She pronounces the "c" in her name like a "ch." She has a cute giggle and is very kind, so I do...
Hey Guys! I've written 4 stories now and have thoroughly enjoyed expressing myself through writing out a few of my celebrity fantasies. Now that I've gotten over the stigma of writing and posting my personal fantasies for the viewing of others, I feel more confident, especially since you all seem to enjoy them. I've always been into Facebook and many of its...