Zeta was my girlfriend. Right now she was sitting opposite me in the bar where we met up with friends nearly every Friday night. The chat was the usual light-hearted banter – anecdotes from the past week, who’d been seen going out with whom, who had split up and why. The usual stuff! I kept looking over at Zeta and when I caught her eye I winked at her or mo...
Gordana was looking for part-time work to supplement her meager student income. So she donned her best pale blue, Ally McBeal suit and visited the office reception areas downtown. All the legal, commercial, banking and service industry offices. By afternoon her feet hurt, but she reassembled her smile as she opened the door of the "Professional Women" office...
I notice her as soon as she enters the room, but then who wouldn't? She's a hot little number, about 5'4", I'd say, early thirties, all pink and blonde. Her hair falls in soft waves just below her chin and she's wearing the classic black dress that always looks so good on a someone like her. It's cut low to show off her creamy white boobs, and the whole pack...
As I am usually quite full of myself, this last week has been new for me. I have been wondering and questioning what happened last Saturday, and what that means for me. Still, there was no denying that I would meet that woman again. I wanted to know why she was torturing me like she was. I wanted to know what she would say or do next. I just tried to ignore...
I have always loved coming to London. I have always felt a sense of freedom here that I've felt nowhere else. It's kind of a "letting my hair down" feeling. It starts the moment I get off the plane at Heathrow. I can feel my psyche let go of inhibitions and modesty. I notice other women around me more keenly. I watch them move. Some with grace and elegance....
this is my first solo attempt at writing for submission. An arm went around my shoulder and I heard the loud words, "Hi, beautiful.", in my ear. Startled, I looked not to my left to see who it was, but rather across the little round laminated table at my friend, Sandra, whose face looked like she had just seen a spider running across my forehead. Sandra is...
I woke up with a pounding heartbeat. Today was the day. After a long hiatus, it was time. My name is Megan and that's the only detail I will ever share. On the surface I'm pretty much your regular soccer-mom. I have a great family, a home and the whole nine yards. But a lesser known fact is that I'm a closet Bi-sexual. For the past few years I've been living...
My name is Fatima Janice Simone. A big and tall, alright, forthrightly fat and proud black femme fatale from the hood. My body is thick, my breasts are large, my hips are wide and my butt is huge. It's called a ghetto booty for a reason, you know. What are my awesome dimensions? 36-42-67. Read them and weep. I stand six feet four inches tall and weigh three...
Author's Note: So I hear you've been waiting patiently. Well, thank you very much. The Wound in Time series is back and rearing to be devoured. Hurricane Katrina had a hand in my hiatus but I'm getting back on track. So where were we? Right, chapter six. It's hot, it's fresh, and it carries on directly from chapter five. The story contains mainly F/F action...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place in the past shortly after Title IX of the Education Amendments Act of 1972 passed. Before this, girls who were interested in high school sports could only join the GAA (Girls' Athletic Association). If you enjoyed this story, please check out Shari Holds A Torch...there are also a few more stories featuring the same ch...