(Author's Note - Thank you for all your kind words and critical comments the past two stories. I appreciate all the feedback, and look forward to writing more stories in the future.) SUNDAY SCHOOL I've never done anything like this. I never meant for things to go this far. I remember sitting on the bench in the lobby of that hotel, watching tra...
Why she didn't just lay there and let the voicemail pick up the message, Nancy didn't know. Perhaps it was just her dutiful nature to jump when she heard a phone ring. Something could have happened and someone on the other end might need her help, Or perhaps, maybe it was simply an overriding subconscious desire to vacate her Daughter's bedroom as quickly as...
This is a two-part short story about a married woman is taught the meaning of love by an exotic Indian woman. There is a rumour where I live about the garage door signal I write about in here. I don't know if it's true. My imagination imagines all sorts of things. Which led to this story. Enjoy. ***** I MARRIED OUT of college. I love my husband, but some...
This is a fictional story suggested by a news article—"Ripped from the headlines"—as some television programs say. The names here are not taken from any actual person, living or dead. Chapter 1 There was a time when I wasn't a quiet, uncommunicative person, but I had a hard time remembering that far back, it was so long ago. My ten year old brother, Matthe...
[Thanks to estragon for the proofreading on my story once again. --tricia] Session VII: Missing the Feeling As the day passed on Thursday, the redness passed from my skin and the low-grade pain that reminded me of my beatings slowly faded. By the end of the day, I was missing it. No one had spanked me on Wednesday. Dominated me, fingered me, made me eat p...
Cathy and Tammy have been living together for two years, since they both finished high school. They had to keep it a secret for many reasons, but mostly they were afraid what their friends and especially their family would think. They had a crush on each other the first year of high school, but didn't act on it until their senior year. They lived in Birming...
It was a Sunday morning. I was dreaming pleasant dreams, of the kind you have when your half way between the world of full awareness and half asleep. The kind that you can control, and I was having a fantastically sinful dream. My alarm started going off, it was time to get up and go to church choir practice. Which meant it was time to get together with the...
I was raised in a very strict Christian home. My name is Amy, at 16 I felt different than my friends, i didn't really flirt with boys like they did, and was more of a loaner. I studied a lot and had my heart set on going to college. Nobody in my family had ever gone before. I studied hard on my eighteenth birthday I found out I had been accepted to a big 10...
The name is Jasmine Taylor, and I'm a young Black woman originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I transferred to Spelman College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, from Bay State College, a small school located in downtown Boston, and life hasn't been the same since. Even though the Dirty South and its ways get on my nerves as an outspoken young Bla...
Elizabeth Jones woke at 6.29am as usual, precisely 1 minute before her alarm clock was due to perform its now pointless task. Her meticulous morning routine swung into action. Stretching herself to remove the last remnants of sleep, she removed her long cotton nightdress, donned her towelling robe and proceeded to the bathroom. Although not conscious of the...