This story is pure fiction and any resemblance to any people real or otherwise is purely accidental. * My name is Abigail Lawson, but you can call me Abi. I live with my parents (no siblings) in a small mid western town called Methuselah's Pride, Or Pride for short. And it's slap bang in the middle of Kansas and miles from anywhere. The type of place wher...
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...
I was so scared. As I approached the apartment building, on the nondescript street, I began to question myself. Did I really want this? How did I know that this was the Dom I was looking for? Was submitting myself to her really going to be what finally got me off? I had found Ali through a friend, a fellow sub - is that what I was now? She had introduced us...
Mary Beth's eyes were luminous blue above the letter O her lips made at the rim of her coffee cup. After her morning run up St. Charles through the Garden District, she had taken her shower and her hair was still wet and combed back. She and Sue were having coffee in the sitting room that adjoined the bedroom.. Bonnie was still a heap of tousled hair in the...
IN HER COUSIN'S FOOTSTEPS- Part Nine (italicized paragraph is from Pt 8) The cousins made out, lost in each other until Kristi's phone buzzed, bringing them back to reality. She glanced over and saw Jake's name appear on the screen. Before Lacey could react, her own phone chimed next to her with a text. They both looked down to see Maddy's name in the lo...
It was deep midnight as Kyra glanced at her watch. She couldn't sleep, so she decided to take a walk through the french quarter. Kyra sighed. The night air was balmy and her shirt clung to her like a second skin, making the thin transparent shirt she put on as see-through as possible. This made Desiree smile. She liked the looks of the woman standing acros...
I walked into the café and headed for my usual table. It was empty as always with a great view of the rest of the tables so I can people watch without being observed. I ordered my hot chocolate as always and sat down with my paper. To be honest with you I wasn't here for the hot chocolate I was here to see her. We had been making eye contact for weeks and h...
I awake to a terrible stinging pain in my right cheek. My eyes fly open, only to see The Bitch smirking down at me. "Hello slut." She said in that same, cold tone. "I have a present for you. Close your eyes." I cocked my head to the side, wondering what possibly she has for me. And even though I know it's not a smart idea, I close my eyes. I feel something...
Chapter 1 'Booger' Bordelon watched the street carefully, while posturing as if he wasn't watching the street at all. A solidly built girl waddled down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Booger waved in greeting but she ignored him. She reached into her snug jeans pocket and retrieved a cell phone. "What? I'm busy," she snapped into the phone....
Author's note: there's an old saying that there's two sides to every story. This is a story told, in turn, by a French teacher and one of her pupils. The teacher's portrayal of events may, or may not, be "the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth". Nor, on the other hand, may the student's. But neither is really important. What is important is tha...