I almost never go to Starbucks. I actually hate coffee, all coffee. I don't even like the gritty, dark smell of it. Generally, I think Starbucks is a plague. Their muffins, however, are fine if you're starving, which, on that day, I was, and you don't have any other options, which I didn't. That's why I was standing in a place I never go, waiting to pay fo...
They say that gold is power, but "they" are mostly male, and thus idiots. On the day she decided to stop living on goodwill and bland virtue, instead using her power for its hell-intended purpose, the witch did not begin dabbling in alchemy. After all, what do men pay gold for? Surely that's more powerful. So, she planted a garden. An innocent, beautiful g...
She was my co-worker, classmate, student, and most of all, my friend. I hadn't known Liz for too long, no more than a year really, but she had become one of my closest friends. She was also one of the prettiest girls I'd ever met. She'd never thought she was anything special, not even the strings of suitors could prove to her that she was desirable. My sweet...
The following evening, Alice prepared for her visit to Lynda's to start the process of producing the required party dress. She had showered and shaved her naughty bits and donned self-supporting flesh coloured hose, but she could not decide what else to wear. In the end, she chose a simple sleeveless 'A' line dress in black. She retrieved her black heeled sa...
Shirley's story... As she grew up, Shirley was always a good little girl but she knew she was different. She liked women. She did have a boyfriend and the sex was okay but secretly she wanted to touch and taste another woman. However, she was the good little girl and hid behind boundaries she built for many years. The day those boundaries began to crumble...
Monica lay on the cool bedspread gazing through the thin veil of white that draped from the top of the four-post bed to the worn-out hardwood floor, noticeably tread upon by a long line of renters and tourists. Pelorus Sound lurked in the distance, providing added peacefulness to the moment. Nestled among the forested hills of New Zealand, bulging from the w...
Reaching between us, she begins to unbutton my blouse. Brushing it back from my shoulders and away from my body, she lays it on top of her dress. With her soft mouth still on mine, she brushes her hands down my arms which send tingles through my entire being. Breaking away from her, I move my lips down her slender throat, across her collarbone, and to the sw...
This story was written in conjunction with a co-author called Shady_Lady also on this site. The first part called "Our night together" was written by me and the second part called "The morning after" was written by her in response to the first part. It seems a shame to split them so we have put them together as one story. Our night together by California Y...
Now, this what college was supposed to be about. Oh, sure, Lisa wanted an education so she could eventually become a forest ranger in the Rockies or an expert in white-water rafting so she could take a job navigating the rapids of North Carolina. But she didn't want to just get out of southern Indiana just for an education in books. She wanted experience....
It was early spring, as two girls were getting bored in their classroom, caused by some old fool who thought he could interest a whole bunch of 18/19-year-olds, ranting on about Latin poets. Unlike Catherine, who was able to just put her head on her desk and take a nap, Jasmine couldn't sleep for a few minutes, since she sat on the front row. Besides, she wo...