Note: Hoped you all enjoyed Part I. I now incorporate a passion of mine into this part of the story using the character of Tiffany. Let me know what you think. --- A week went by, and Stacy got to know Derry. Stacy found out that Derry was a poor Irish girl who loved Red Hot Chili Peppers and who was resentful of the male sex. Apparently, she had had a ste...
Penny drove back home as dawn was beginning to break. Traffic was very light, barely a few trucks on the road making early-morning deliveries. Windows rolled down she let what was left of the crisp night air fill the car, reinvigorating her lungs. She felt a strong sense of self-confidence, of accomplishment. It was the first time in her six years of marriag...
"You look a bit bummed, sugar," I said to her as I wiped the bar in front of her 'space' and removed her empty shot glass, then pouring the rest of her beer into her glass. "Can't hide the obvious, I guess," she replied with a bit of a sad smile on her otherwise very cute face. "Well sweetie, once you accept the fact that 98% of all men are blatant asshole...
Easily the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me. I mean, how unlucky was I that my first time going down on someone, I got caught? For fuck's sake! But, beyond that, I had a deep fear instilled in me as I pushed myself off Priscilla that Cara was about to tell the entire school what she just saw. I was thinking about this as I stood up, on t...
When Alanna had gotten up this morning, the last thing she'd expected was to go on a date. A lifetime of intimidated men cowering in fear whenever she drew close because of her six-feet tall frame and ripped body meant that, by now, she'd expected to remain in isolation till she was old and could afford several cats to keep her company. Instead, she woke...
Author's notes: long has it been since I have written any short stories. I've been so caught up in my personal life, my website, and work that my motivation to write has been slim to none. Thankfully my wild imagination has had no shortage of ideas, and being the smart cookie that I can be 5% of the time I decided to jot down some of the ideas that I had (th...
How I Learned to be Proud of My Breasts Background: The Trainer I hate men, passionately. They're hairy, ugly, and all too often, dirty. I can't stand the feel of their stupid faces against my skin. They're either unshaven, therefore tickle, or poorly shaven, therefore scratch. Their bodies are hairy and ugly and misshapen, too. They have no soft places...
Jacquie grew up on a remote outback property. She did her schooling by distance education, at first through a crackling radio connection, and latterly by Internet. Every semester she attended a regional conference for senior high school students. It was a rare opportunity to mix with others her own age. Back at home, the nearest neighbours were 100 miles in...
My closest friend since my early teenage years was Patty. We are still very close. We shared everything (well almost everything) together. I remember when we would change or shower we were not modest around each other, except we never exposed ourselves below the waist. It seemed like it was an unspoken rule. I think now that each one of us was afraid to be t...
My life-altering ordeal began early this spring when I paid a visit to my local nursery. I drove there in my Volvo but wound up buying more than my car could accommodate. The Japanese maple and two other small trees would have to be delivered and the cashier informed me that that was a service free of charge. She called for an assistant to help me out and I...