Fear. Embarrassment. Dread. Daisy felt a cocktail of feelings at the sound of Emma's voice. She had barely had time to process everything that had been going on since last night, and now a new wrench was being thrown in. Emma could not see her like this. No one could ever know what she had been doing to herself. She could see it now. Headlines across...
"Hey Em, could you drop a fresh cup of coffee at table 12? My bladder is about to burst and she's been waiting too long." Jeff begged, dropping plates in the sink and shoving the clearing tub underneath. "Jeffery P. Davis you know damn well my shift was supposed to be over three hours ago. I want out of here." Emily glared at him, already untying her apron....
"Our eyes met across a crowded room." So goes the old line from many films and countless cheap novels. In my case it wasn't true. The 'crowded room' part was correct, but I only saw the back of her head. A cascade of hair draped past her waist, and black. So black it seemed to absorb the light. I was hypnotised by it, my gaze fixed upon it. It drew me forwa...
It was a simply sublime afternoon. Sublime, intriguing, stimulating, satisfying and absolutely mind blowingly fucking exciting. They had met in the bar of the hotel. A brief kiss on the cheek and a glass each of dry white wine before lunch. They ate sparingly, pasta and salads, but befitting the reason for them meeting, they drank nearly two bottles of a fu...
OK. This is a work of fiction yada,yada, yada. If you don't know the drill, you have no business reading this. Constructive comments are appreciated. "You suck!" comments get you laughed at as an immature loser. Sorry for those looking for sequels to my other stories, I had a few in the works and lost the drive they were on. This was at the front of my mind...
Thinking back over the past two years I wonder when I first understood what it meant to be Bi-Sexual. Back then I was twenty-one and as straight as a carpenter's rule or at least that was how I saw myself. My parents were Chinese and although I was born in Sichuan, I was barely one when we made the move to Sydney, so I grew up looking Chinese but talking the...
To say we were subdued was an understatement. Pixie, Oli and I were, for us, unusually quiet as the late night Eurostar sped towards Paris. I can't speak for the other two, but I, Aussie Annie, joker and life and soul of the party, was verging on being overwhelmed by what I had just put my hand up for. Like Frodo with the ring or Harry with Voldemort, I had...
This is the true story of my first time. I've changed the names and some details to protect the innocent, but this is how it happened. I want to thank my two editors/proof readers, Monica and Charlotte, I've made some of their suggested changes, but kept true to myself as much as possible. ***** It was 5 on a Friday evening at the beginning of the summer t...
This story is directly inspired by my recent visit to Stockholm and I've tried to describe the city as best as possible after only three nights there. I wrote it from a Swedish woman's POV just to see how far I can push the envelope. It's a fun little piece while I work on the sequel for The Singer. Not sure how far I can take this story but we'll see, I hav...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Disclaimer: I would like to state that this piece of writing is a work of fiction, all characters within are of age and consent with the plot and bear no resemblance to anyone I know. The story is a work in progress and will feature a variety of different niches as both it and th...