Jennifer: I tossed and turned in bed. I knew Kira was out with Rebecca still pretending to be her girlfriend, and I had spent most of the night trying to figure out some way to get Rebecca away from us for good. We'd been friends a long time, and I'd seen Rebecca screw over people many times... I'd just never thought that she would do it to me. I'd admired...
“Rachel, just give me those pictures BACK.” Katey demanded, “I thought you said you’d deleted those ones anyway.” “So I lied.” Rachel responded. Truth was Rachel thought Katey was hot, especially since she’d seen her all but naked last week when she’d taken the pictures, it was just a laugh at the time but now it was serious. Rachel wanted her but she knew...
Jessica wakes up in the morning. Not knowing what time it is, she stretches on the bed, without feeling any type of pressure on her. She appreciates the soft material that she is lying on and thinks about what happened yesterday. "Damn, Riley moaned so good last night... if only she was interested in girls..." "I'd probably be able to seduce her..." "She'...
Tom brought his phone over to Cliff's room to take a look at the pictures. "Wow," said Cliff "Yeah Casey was right, these are fake as hell. Outline's visible and the lighting's all over the place. It's like baby's first time usin' Photoshop, I can't believe your ass fell for this." Tom snatched his phone back. "Sorry we don't all minor in graphic desig...
When the night came it was with a terrible suddenness. Now I have come to this, I do not know my quill will scratch the words. My emotions, even at this distance are too raw. My anger remains hot and red: with Tostig and his arrogance; with Edwin and Morcar for their selfish uselessness; with Harold for his certainties; with William the Bastard, just for be...
Now I know what it is to be entangled. It means to be tangled up in your own frustrated desire: a sad joy. Not bittersweet, two emotions dissolving into each other, but two emotions entangled: both whole and solid. I was in a seven-year relationship with a man at the time. I could neither admit nor seek sexual fulfillment. When I met Lucia I met someone ent...
Author’s Note: This story continues from Phylicia’s Arch Rival. Thanks everyone who posted to my last story. Because of the excellent feedback I received last time, I wanted to write another one. It had been the tea. Or that’s what I’d been telling myself on my way home. Ever since I left her house, I had been in some bizarre state of shock. Questions, too...
My name is Karina Jade Ambrose. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a truck driver by trade. I didn't go to business school like so many of those highly educated people who find themselves unemployed these days and are praying for a government-issued Bailout. I went to Brockton Community Col...
CAUTION: If you are a religious Christian, please refrain from reading this story. Potentially offensive content ahead. II. There we were, the heavenly Virgin standing before me, looking down at me, humble and on my knees before her, kissing the front of her soft legs, holding up her robes. My heart was pounding with nervousness from the wrongness of it al...
One morning whilst checking my inbox I was surprised to find an email from a researcher for a television production company they were making a 'non broadcast' pilot for a game show for some obscure satellite channel had seen my website and wondered if I could phone them to discuss further my possible involvement in the format. Although suspicious that I was...