It was Tuesday afternoon. Caroline finished her sociology exam, reasonably sure she’d aced it. Dr. Clarke had made the entire exam essays, allowing the students to show just how much they’d really learned. Caroline was glad it was her last exam of the day; she’d written several pages worth of answers, and her hand was cramped. Dr. Clarke allowed the students...
It was cold, dark, the middle of winter and I stayed way too long at the drinks night for work, once again having to run for the second last train out to Emerald, because the next one was another 30 minutes away and I didn't want to be sitting on the platform in the loop by myself on a Friday night at 11:00pm. I hadn't drunk too much as I had to drive home f...
"Ashley!" I squealed, pulling my best friend into my arms on my doorstep. "Anna! What's up, girlie?" Ashley asked as she stepped inside, shrugging out of her jacket and dropping her overnight bag on the floor. She wore sheer black leggings and a low-cut burgundy tank top, with a black knit beanie. Her caramel-brown locks fell just below her collar bones in...
They weren't neighbors as children, scurrying to each others houses to ask if the other could come out and play. They weren't friends in junior high, or high school, in fact during that time, they didn't even live in the same state or timezone. No, it took until their first year, or more narrowly, their 3rd day at Kentucky University for Heather and Michelle...
As head cheerleader, eighteen-year-old Arden had a very particular image to uphold. That image included long platinum blonde hair, plenty of short skirts, a flighty attitude, and a hot-shot boyfriend- preferably the captain of a sports team. What it did not include was having the resident bad girl shoving her hands under Arden's shirt while she was pressed...
The pen's end glides over her bottom lip as she tries to clear her mind to make one last short list. Eyes slipping closed, her mind flashes. Lips on her neck....soft breath in her ear....deep moans. Ella shakes her head trying to refocus. Do other women think about sex, desires, as often as I do? She silently wonders. She finishes her food list, and decides...
Not strictly lesbian, but queer fun nonetheless. :) ********************** I looked in the mirror at my figure, clothed only in an oversized black t-shirt and black leggings. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Sure, I'd done performance art in the past, and I was an exhibitionist to the max, but I didn't think I'd ever be doing something like this for my...
Sophie's headset buzzed into life, the robotic voice telling her to go to a specific shelf to pick a specific item for a specific customer. This was basically what Sophie did to earn a living, and she didn't mind at all; being on her feet and picking heavy boxes all day kept her in shape and she didn't need to pay extortionate fees to join her local gym. A w...
Sophie closed her study book. The compulsory maths exam was the following day, but she couldn't possibly study anymore. Numbers were dancing before her eyes and diagrams had started to distort. She lay back on her large sofa-bed and sighed. You can do this. She told herself. You've got it. Just relax. She dragged herself from her comfortable position and...
As I pulled up the leather leggings I could almost feel the breeze blowing in my face. I wanted to chase the office off me and feel the throbbing of the Harley's engine between my legs. The leather thong and vest completed my outfit. Keeping the buttons from popping might be a trick, once I get going I'll just undo them and let the wind tickle my nipples. I...