I lurched into my dorm room and sat heavily on my bed. Natalie looked up from her studying, and raised an eyebrow. We had only been in school for three weeks, but living together 24/7 we had already bonded as friends. She knew I was upset. "You're back early, Emma," Natalie commented. "It's not even midnight. Did Jimmy get drunk?" "Yeah, but that's not why...
"Please, Danny, don't!" I tried not to cry. I tried really hard. But when the other line of the phone went dead, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. My chest felt like it was in a vise, each static buzz in my ear turning the wench tighter. I needed air. The rain had let up to a drizzle by the time I pushed back through the door of the small convenient...
I sat cross legged on the floor in Jing's messy little bedroom. I looked into the mirror, trying to concentrate on getting my mascara right as Jing prattled on behind me. Her place was just on the outskirts of London, and I knew we needed to hurry to be on time. "And his jokes! He was always trying so hard, I felt like I was offending him every time I didn'...
A note about writing: I write as much as possible from first hand experience freely incorporating my own fetishes and prejudices, but a person only has so much sex, and some time back I ran low on personal stuff because I write a lot. Still first hand experience and fiction seem to mix well, but after a time, I started to yearn for something fresh. That's wh...
California Nights Zabina watched Alex closely. She knew her well enough to spot that she was excited about something. They had been having a quiet afternoon just chilling in the apartment, Zabi had been playing an online first person shooter game. Which in reality meant she spent a lot of time shouting at the TV, and blaming internet lag every time her cha...
At twenty seven and as my mother's only daughter I was under constant pressure, not all of it subtle, to produce darling grandchildren she could coo over while she was 'still on this earth'. This was invariably accompanied by a hand to her throat as if to imply that any day now she might stop being as strong as a horse and go to her reward. I did wonder if t...
I was on the verge of tears as my car sputtered and wheezed on a seeming death roll into a small town in the middle of the vast emptiness, and nowhere, of southern New Mexico. Hell not even a town; more like a roadside rest area with a zip code. With just four street lights lining the main stretch through the center of "town", I saw only three buildings; tha...
I could hardly believe my eyes. But I had to as there could be no mistake for right before them was the clear evidence. A white, lacy see-through bra, a matching suspender belt, a pair of see through, very brief bikini knickers edged with lace, also white and two nude coloured stockings. It was nice stuff. Good quality and sexy. The sort of gear I used to we...
This is the first of a series of connected and intertwined stories: Dreams of Saint Claire. At this point, I am planning 4 total: Soldier Girl, Witch, Siren and Angel. This one is in Romance, although Lesbian would fit as well, I suppose. If you haven't read my work, you should be aware that I usually don't tend toward graphic sex scenes. Two things: O...
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