Cold steel. It's the feel of restriction, of futile struggle. It's around my wrists and barring my access to freedom. It cuts the shafts of sunlight into pale ribbons that lie uselessly across the concrete floor. All this for a little public disturbance? Give me a break. They should be out there catching real criminals. Clang Clang Clangety Clang. Some co...
Slave Alicia had served Mistress Karen dinner on her knees. She wore her collar and skimpy panties only, as required. Careful preparation of food was indeed a treat, an honor and Alicia had worked feverishly during the afternoon selecting the menu perfectly. Tender white chicken breasts, sautéed fresh mushrooms, tossed green salad with oven baked biscuits an...
Note: This fic contains pee play. If you don't like it, then don't read it. And all the other, have fun reading it :) ***** I'm standing in front of the bed and have just hooked my bra when two arms are wrapping around my waist from behind. "How was your night," she whispers into my ear, nibbling my earlobe. I turn around and look at Penny, who is over...
Khadija surveyed the naked bodies in front of her. They were all girls and all final year students at the Khourigba School of Sexual Studies (or 'Triple S' as it was otherwise known). All students who'd opted for Practical Lesbian Studies as one of their final year courses. At least none of them would be virgins, that was certain. There would be none of that...
It is a hot August night in New York City. It is very late. I am in a nameless bar on the lower east side, riding high on shrooms and cheap red wine. The bar is crowded and very noisy. I can’t hear myself think, and that is the way I want it. I want to be empty. I want to forget. I make my way through the crowd to the back of the room where a stairwell lead...
Calgon's got it all wrong. Bubble baths are greatly overrated. I realized this evening that, if you cry in the shower instead, you won't notice the flow of tears as long as you keep your face nice and wet under the spigot. Besides, the streaming watersounds and screaming old pipes hide those pesky sobbing noises so well. Water washes over me, ignoring the...
A few months ago, I got an email from the little sister of a girl I know. Her name is April. She got a computer for her birthday. She went online found my email address. I went to grade school with her older sister. April remembered me. She searched me out and surprised me with a letter. I remembered her too. She was a pretty little girl who was two years...
Naisha and I have known each other for years, growing up in the same housing complex. Through out our growth within the community we never really held conversation for too long. Apprehensive by the way she would be judge or ridiculed by her friends or family had her feeling very uneasy. Although, my appearance had her feeling intimidated I truly believe...
"Dear Diary, Why the hell does this girl in my home room keep looking at me? I don't even know her. I don't even know her name, like seriously, she's pissing me off. I understand you might want to look at people sometimes, but damn, this chick needs to just take a picture of me because the constant staring is creeping/pissing me off." That was my diary ent...
Susie Brock didn't consider herself a lesbian, but her recent experiments with her roommate and the Dean did make her feel more decisively bisexual. Would she consider a long-term deal with either of them, however? That was hard to say, especially about the Dean, since it would be hard to maintain such a relationship in the face of the different positions th...