Chap 1: First Blood "This is my territory and none of you have any rights to touch this girl!" screamed Nancy. Onlookers shot glances in the direction of the commotion... Venue: Orchard road A standoff between 2 gangs was taking place right in the middle of this famous and busy stretch of road in Singapore. Best known for its posh shopping malls and hote...
"Mirayi, mon amour, can you please watch my coat? I've got to go to the washroom, been holding it since we left campus," Rachel Guillaume said, shaking her head. The tall, curvaceous young Haitian-Canadian woman carefully draped her black leather jacket over the back of the chair. Mirayi Yasimoto smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her tea. Rachel flashed Mir...
This is my first story. All criticism is welcome. If this is well received I'll keep them coming. Thanks for reading! ***** Riley sighed and leaned back in her chair in the small coffee shop. The change of environment wasn't helping as much as she thought. Math was stupid and whoever invented calculus should be shot. Too bad that wouldn't stop her prof...
I open up my dorm room door and throw myself on the bed exhausted. Why did I ever think signing up for morning classes was a good idea? "Hi Kasey," I say to my roommate who is sitting at her desk pouring over piles of chemistry homework. "Hi Em," she says back to me without looking up. I never understood how she could get so engrossed in her studying. I...
Time after time, I have prayed to Allah and asked Him to banish these evil lesbian thoughts from my head. They plague me daily, and make life difficult for me. Word cannot get out about this, otherwise I'd be finished. My name is Adilah Muhammad, and I'm a young woman of Saudi Arabian descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I'm an Internat...
"I guess a vibrator helps when there's no boyfriend, I've been there myself?" The question came out of the blue, as I sat buttering my toast with Christa. She couldn't help but notice my embarrassment, as I blushed deeply. "Oh god, Becki, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I couldn't help overhearing last night." Christa and I had only work...
Oh my god, I am such a freaking stereotype. I was born in China, but my American parents adopted me when I was still a baby. I like to think I was given up by a couple who had too many children and nobly gave me away to loving parents rather than see me put to death. For all I know they just wanted a boy. My parents, which is what I call the people who rais...
Smokey Saga #66: "Friends And Live-Ins" (part two) ***** So as I explained in part one's intro, this is one Saga—not a story and its sequel—split into two parts, as I felt Readers would prefer it in this form rather than a big long single piece. This is part two, with the second sex scene towards the end. Just to reiterate: not a sequel, just a continuat...
For perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes, Kathryn Gray glanced up at the large clock on the office wall. It had been one of those days that seemed like it would never end. She had a theory that the three-day weekend that waited beyond five o'clock caused time to move much more slowly. A silly theory, she admitted to herself, but as good an explanation a...
When Barb moved to Portland I had no idea my life would undergo such a dramatic change. Looking back, I saw myself just living a routine existence, getting married, having children. I don't believe that would have been living life as I was meant to live it. When I began making love to Ping it was just that, love. I know that sounds odd but it wasn't just se...