July 2001 From the moment I saw her hunched over the register, I knew I needed her. Her soft doe eyes awkwardly begged my forgiveness as she pulled the damp fingernail from her pink lips and ran her hand down the side of her worn jeans. A slight smell of menthol cigarettes wafted from her sandy brown hair as she reached for one of the items on the conveyor...
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...
"Jesse, wait!" Kate cried, running out of Barley's Restaurant. "Wait, Jesse! Please!" "Forget it Kate", Jesse yelled angrily over her shoulder. "I have nothing to say to you." Kate caught up, grabbing Jesse's arm, tugging her to a stop. "Look, I'm sorry", she said. "I know what I did was wrong, but..." "I said forget it!" Jesse snapped. She whirled around...
She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. She came across and entry entitled ... "Sarah for dinner tonight", and just above it in a different pen was the word "hopefully!!...
Edited by Amazon2204. Thanks Jo. All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are coincidental. No stereotyping of any kind is intended. The characters and dialogue reflect a time and place * At the time, my reaction to what I'd witnessed was probably quite unusual, especially for 1947. No, I'm not referring to a UFO sighting i...
A short description of myself and my mom before I continue my story. My name is Nisha and I am from Sri Lanka, a beautiful country with even more beautiful beaches and sexy women. I am 18 and most people describe me as a tom boy. This is mainly because my hair is cut short and I don't have big breasts compared to my mom. She has a gorgeous pair of 34d's tha...
The day I came back from my holiday in the Bahamas, I was so tired I could barely see straight. The ten-hour flight and copious amounts of alcohol consumed while on it had caught up on me. When I walked into my house, I looked in the mirror. "Oh God.." I sighed. My normally bouncy, wavy dark golden brown hair looked mud-coloured and hung limply on my head, e...
My first "submission" in this category. For Sharon to whom this story is directed and dedicated. * * * * * "She is an absolute first class bitch" you screamed at your partner "Not gorgeous Gloria again" she replied, "What's she done now" "I told you about this conference where I have to make a presentation, well that bitch has persuaded the boss that we...
(Those of you who have enjoyed my stories know that I try to give my characters depth and real emotion. I try to put them into real situations and have them react as real people. Well, this story isn't one of those. This has no moral conclusion or message. The plot is pretty flimsy. No insult is meant to any of the very nice butches I have met before. Please...
Jill and I occasionally go to a club in the next town, it's not exactly a gay club, but if people are seen with a same sex partner it doesn't cause a scene. We often saw men dancing together and kissing, same with women, so Jill and I were able to have a night out dancing and carrying on with out bringing to much attention to ourselves. We talked about goin...