One week and two days since last entry, diary. SUNDAY. My past week has been... tough. Mom has been coerced into staying in Chicago a bit longer. Okay, so some things she did back when she was a kid were much more surprising than I had known. That mug shot, where she beat up that girl, wasn't the only one she had. Just the first. Turns out that Mom ran...
'Rachel, get in here, I don't give a shit about whatever excuse you're pinning on the traffic today!' Her face sunk when those words reached her ears from down the hall. Why is it always me? She clenched her eyes shut and sighed. So much for being able to sneak in undetected. But I was so quiet! Rachel had made sure no one had a decent view of the office b...
For the life of her, Fiona Barrymore could not imagine why she kept attending these things. She had been with Spicer Industries for longer than she cared to remember, working her way up from receptionist to senior vice-president, and yet she could not remember a single Christmas party that was anything more than a wonderful cure for insomnia. The one and...
As a disclaimer - all characters in this story are over 18. Any similarity in names or people is purely coincidence and unintentional. Typically I write stories that involve me. Usually these are fantasies of mine or things I wish I had done. Often portions of them are true. I have always been sexually adventurous and some of things I actually have done mig...
Teacher's Perspective: The Kiss Professor Janson used her imposing 5'10" height to assert dominance as she carefully observed each student leaving her classroom. The Catholic university was strict about dress code, which seemed stuck in the 1950's. Plaid skirts, white button down shirts and cardigan sweaters were required. A delicate gold crucifix hanging o...
Summary: In 1970, a black teen turns white racist principal. Note 1: Thanks to NO NAME, who requested this story. Note 2: All characters are at least 18 years old. Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, and Robert for editing All White School BLACKED Principal Jones sighed. It had only been three weeks since she had, oh so reluctantly, allowed three black gir...
Welcome once more, mes amies, to Smokeyville—your comfy little cubby hole for tasty Sapphic sexual torment and heartwarming romance. You're looking well. No, I did not lose control of my bladder; I'm just happy to see you. We've just passed a few sort of "milestone" Smokey Sagas...I don't know why I'm saying "we," since I've always written and edited these...
Author's Note: This story was created as part of a much larger story about a girl who develops a relationship with her gym teacher in high school. If conventionally unattractive women and large age differences are not your thing, please skip this story. Some background on the main characters: Ciara Ackerman: She is a beautiful and sweet 18 year old senior w...
The girl sighed as her tea colored eyes flicked over me; her contempt was hard to miss. I rolled my eyes pretending to be unaffected, although her obvious dislike cut to the quick and made my confidence waver. I wondered why she affected me so much, that was a thought I didn't want to examine too closely and so I pushed it aside. Moreover I wondered why I ha...
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