I knew that I was homely. I knew, because my mother had been telling me that ever since I was a little girl. There was something wrong with her to do that, true or not, but she had her own inner demons that caused her to act that way, and do a lot of things that just weren't right. But, what could I do? I was a little girl, and a little girl believes what...
Cockermouth Drive is an unremarkable street, situated in a leafy suburb of middle England. Although no longer the home of impeccably stripped garden lawns, tea mornings with the parish council and staunch English values, the street has remained a quiet, consistent hamlet where nothing unusual went on, or at least nothing that wasn't brought to every resident...
continued... Day 11... Suprisingly, we had both awakened before the eight AM alarm sounded, Marni starting the coffee pot brewing while I showered first. Noticing the several hickies and bite-marks that covered my boobies as I dried, Marni checked her own before getting in the shower, announcing, "Looks like we were attacked by a pack of small dogs."...
"Goddamnit, Jenna, children should be seen and not heard. Just shut up! Shut up!" Arguments always ended up like this. Children should be seen and not heard. Basically what Anna was screaming at her was to stop telling her things that didn't fit into her nice neat, practical little box she lived in. Everyone in the world should get married, have a little w...
I am Eva. I am an Indian girl with long black hair, 5'9", slim and fair. I am 19 years old. I love to sleep naked at night. I shave my pubic hair almost every day. But sometimes I go out naked at night. Only my best friend Pamela knows that. I am going to write the story about how Pamela came to know my secret. It was Sunday night. I wished my parents good...
I. Take the afternoon, said Mr Hubert. There was no need for both of them to sit with the girls and be bored to horsehair in Madame Salle's villa all afternoon. Courtesy visits, he added dryly, and didn't she need to do anything? Postcards home, or something. They'd see her in the evening, sometime after supper. Not too late. She could sort something out on...
The cool air coming in from the open window kept the space beneath the covers all the more warm and inviting yet more so were the arms of another. To lay there and listen to another's heart beating after having slid into the shared warmth beneath the sheets was so intoxicating to her senses, sometimes it gave Amanda cause to wonder how much of this was dream...
I saw her walking casually in front of the dress shop across the street. Her blonde shoulder-length hair swaying gently in the breeze as she stopped and peered into the window of the shop for a moment. The hem of her yellow, summer skirt hung just above her knees, revealing her shapely bare legs. She turned for a moment and glanced at her watch. Then, lookin...
The girls were dressed in high-heeled leather boots, short leather skirts and bras or just panties and bras and open high-heeled shoes, showing off their feet. Others even wore jeans, sneakers and tank tops. The one thing they all had in common was rage, they were angry. At what, who knew, but they were all descending on an unsuspecting city street. As about...
The street is lined with stately old maple trees, with strong branches casting a fresh, green, protective glow over the street. Two states and four hours after leaving the diner, I pull into the administrative office's parking lot. The temporary confidence awarded my by the kindly waitress and the classic soul marathon on the radio had vanished. I had no...