Dusk forces the sky into submission, ravaging the light into cloaked dark. My naked body trembles and I approach the robed priestess at her beckon. She extends her hand to me, her slender alabaster fingers glowing in subtle moon and starlight. I feel short and small next to her. My breath falls into my throat. This priestess in her cold silk robe intrigues...
The women in the multicolored and glittering oriental dresses were clapping their hands – applauding to their teacher Soraya, as well as to each other and themselves. It was the last evening of the belly dancing course we had been attending for the last 6 months and we all were exited about the progress we had made. A little sad about this being the last eve...
In the wash of new light, Tristy sat in a boring lesson. Yawn. "Waverly, Waverly, Waverly," Tristy sang to herself in a daze. Oh, with Tristy and her dear Waverly currently walls apart, Tristy longed for her girlfriend's presence. With her hands on her cheeks, her elbows on the desk, Tristy rocked her head from side to side as she dreamt of her dear Waverly...
Author's Note A little something different for your holidays. I'm in my fairy tale remix mood again and this time it's turned out as a 24-hour slice of life story as well. You may remember the story of Hansel and Gretel from your childhood. This story takes place after they've grown up, and changes the setting from the forest to the inner city. I've pulled...
Mandi and Candi Parks were identical twins. They looked the same. They both were tanned. They both were five feet seven inches tall. They both had thirty-eight C busts. They both had black hair. They both sported incredibly tight asses. There was only a couple of ways to tell them a part. Mandi wore glasses. Candi didn’t. The biggest difference between the t...
I have close friends who know secrets about me, but there is one that I've never found the courage to tell. So I'm going to tell it here. Strangers can be easier to talk to. My name is Sasha and I am a graphic arts student, the only daughter of a Scots architect and a French actress. I have enjoyed the benefits (and sometimes suffered the confusion) of ha...
Hi everyone! As per usual, I love comments and constructive criticism, so please send them my way! A great thanks to Azure_skies for quick editing. Hope you all enjoy! ***** From Irri's Eyes: Bee was grasping my hand tightly as we maneuvered our way to the outdoor patio of the club. The patio was urban and grungy with fairy lights that blended with my dru...
I do not own "Wheels Of Confusion" by Black Sabbath. Also, to those who have commented or favorited, thank you! I enjoy feedback! Don't sugar coat it, just be honest. This is going to be from Tuyet's POV as she writes or records for a bit. So, that is something I don't really do. Not used to the style. I'll start narrating as the interactions become the ma...
She's a busy sort, utilizing the finite minutes of each day, always directed, the day's agenda planned at the office in the morning, or sometimes the previous evening, with me aware of it when I see that distracted look in her eyes. Sometimes I think this relationship is ridiculous, too many places where the quilts don't match. But it goes on. Three years no...
The whisper of my lips against her ear echoed an irrepressible shudder between us. My nose burrowed into her neck and pillow. Her body sighed. We adjusted, pressing together for warmth from our chilled apartment. "What time does Maintenance arrive to fix the heat?" "Sometime tomorrow." She replied still slumbering. With a smile, I knew she had only partia...