*Everybody in the story is 18 or older. It had been six weeks since the fallout shelter had sealed shut. Six weeks since I'd seen the outside fresh air. Six weeks since I'd had real food other than the slop the synthesizer shat out. Six weeks since I'd seen most of my friends. Optimists say it would be about six months until the blast doors are ready to op...
This is a collaborative story collection. Additions by other authors are welcome. Think Flash Gordon, Barbarella, Barsoom, or the covers of dozens of cheesy pulp magazines. It's space opera with lasers and lesbians and spaceships and space-monsters and most of all super-powered super-hot women in scanty clothing. Readers, please comment. Not just about whet...
Cathy and Tammy have been living together for two years, since they both finished high school. They had to keep it a secret for many reasons, but mostly they were afraid what their friends and especially their family would think. They had a crush on each other the first year of high school, but didn't act on it until their senior year. They lived in Birming...
Chapter 7: A new discovery [Note: Kayla is (was at the time this happened) 19 and visiting her friend Beth during a break from University] Life went on for several weeks after Beth and Paul's liaison. Though both had been concerned about some fallout from their tryst, the friendship seemed only to grow stronger. Their discussions became more and more per...
Author's note: This isn't so much a story about sex, rather it is a story which uses sex to explore the characters. It's explicit but I am not a writer who is just interested in my reader getting off, I hope you feel it a bit deeper than that ... My thanks to those who've read through the drafts and shared their thoughts. And to VMKane who continues to enc...
A Walk on the Wild Side I was damn lonely and horny, and the pickings were mighty slim in Bear Creek. Maybe that's why I kept having dreams about the woman with water balloon jugs that I had watched Lenny pound in Southern California. Or maybe I'm carrying around some lesbo genes that were itching to be unleashed. In my dreams, the water balloon lady show...
I walked to the jewelry stand inside Saint Laurent Mall with a purposeful stride. For months now, I had been saving up for the perfect engagement ring. Today, I can finally afford it. I smiled at the saleswoman, a pretty blonde chick, and indicated the one I wanted. I admired it, and made sure it was the right finger size. Smiling, I took out my Royal Bank o...
_______________________ She rose with me, riding the orgasm on me, not letting her contact go. I cried out her name as the waves hit, and eventually, I was muttering inaudibly as the orgasm subsided. She kept her tongue against me, nuzzling gently, a grin formed on her face. When it seemed I had finished panting she looked up at me, my juice dribbling down...
POST MARRIAGE BLUES In this final chapter Paula struggles to define herself as she dips her toes in the dating pool, her affairs become increasingly erratic until finally an old girlfriend steps in with her own solution. ***** You would think that after all the affairs I'd had over the years that breaking up with my husband would be like a breath of fresh...
If she wasn't already feeling alienated enough being stuck in Cleveland for a late winter religious conference, the fact that Nancy had to spend the day traveling with a girl that had just taken her lesbian virginity a few hours earlier made for quite an awkward afternoon. Every gaze she met, Nancy feared the person could read the indiscretion and guilt in...