Diana sat staring dumbly at the spot on the stage where moments ago her best friend had stood. She felt as though the room had spun uncontrollably for the last five minutes and then had come crashing to an abrupt halt. She forced herself to breathe and looked down at the paper in her hand. The lyrics written there seemed to glare at her in accusation. Her mi...
This is a true story based on the personal experience of my best friend who was confident enough in herself to allow me to share it with you. All characters names in this story have been altered in order to protect their identities. My name is Nina, I am 24 years old, tall, naturally blond, bright eyed girl, I come from a small town in the north east of It...
Theresa O'Connell looked wistfully at the darkening skies and the last hint of sunlight permeated its way into her living room. She was alone... again and wanting anyone, anything for companionship. Her longtime boyfriend of three years had broken up with her suddenly, almost on a whim, Theresa thought that there was something else going on that she hadn't s...
"No. It'll just make you sad." I said. "Do you have this hard a time trusting everyone?" she asked me. As she took a sip of her wine, I allowed myself a quick glance to capture her pristine image: Her long brown hair cascading over her left shoulder leaving her neck exposed on her right. Her silk robe was so perfectly draped on her body, curving at her bre...
This story and the first chapter of it are true stories. My wife is one of the characters (all names changed) and I always wondered what went on at these retreats and in particular why the husbands were actively discouraged from going. I had some suspicions based around the catch phrases of "big hugs and sweet kisses" which I heard from a couple of my wife's...
I am innocent. My life has been speckled with the wisdom of experience, the bitterness of sorrow, the sweet joy of happiness. My parents did their best to instill in me a knowledge of the world; a knowing of what was to come and why it happened. Yet through all of this I have retained an innocent outlook on the world; a faith in my fellows around me which r...
Author's Note: All characters are at least eighteen. * Hannah Gratz awoke to see her roommate Tiffany Fitzgerald masturbating on her twin bed only a few feet from Hannah's own. Tiffany was eighteen, the same age Hannah was, and her nude body glistened with sweat as she writhed sensuously back and forth on top of her flowered Victorian comforter. Tiffany's...
I woke in Jen's arms, she was still sleeping. I brushed the hair from her face and kissed her cheek, she roused slowly, "good morning," she volunteered. It was just that, very early morning, we had slept for no more than four hours. I untangled myself reluctantly from her embrace and headed for the bathroom. Jen's voice followed me, "don't you dare take thos...
~Just a quick reminder, this is a series which means it has a build up to the "sexual" finale. So don't leave comments saying "Where's the sex?", if you want a story with sex in it, don't read this! Oh and if you do, I suggest you read part one and two to get the jist, thanks!~ During the week that followed, Ashleigh became more and more frustrated. She nev...
Ashleigh stepped out of her father's grey Volvo and slammed the door shut. The heavy sun beat down on her. She walked round to the back of the Volvo and opened the trunk. "Want a hand with that, Ash?" Her father smiled and lifted out the heavy suitcase. "Thanks Dad," She smiled back and took the suitcase from him. "Well, have a great time at camp sweethea...