In high school, it had always been me, Jodi, and Nadine. I couldn't have hoped for a closer relationship, even with sisters. We were sort of nerds in high school, but under the acne, clueless fashion, and dumb crushes were fun-loving, pretty young women waiting to break free. Since graduation we'd taken on different roles: Jodi was the curvy jock, Nadine the...
Here's the thing: Susan was just a couple of years older than me, but she seemed so much wiser, so much more together than I was, that it was hard for me not to want to impress her, and to be horrified when something went wrong and she found out about it. I didn't want her to think badly about me, or think I was helpless. So, yeah, catching me masturbating w...
Emily, dressed in tight, perfectly white jeans, and a blue blazer over a blouse with buttons opened to reveal just a hint of cleavage, walked quickly out the front door of Optimal Health Bodyworks, where she had just received a massage. "Fuck," she said under her breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she said as she got into her Volkswagen Golf. Her face was blushed...
Thanks to Bebop3 & norafares for allowing me to be a part of this event. I love Paul Simon and I love this song. I also really love "we fell in love in october" by girl in red and "Carmen" by Paula Cole; I listened to them nonstop while dreaming up this story. You'll see why. Also, thank you to blackrandl1958 for editing and to D for the encouragement. Ho...
A story in eleven chapters of how two women test the murky waters of lesbian prostitution. Chapter 1: Finding her way. She'd been warned of course. She'd been told at beauty school that it could happen and that it probably would. "Just be firm and polite and resist," the instructor had said. "Try not to offend but if the other party becomes too persistent...
Amy was close to tears as she walked to the bus stop, angry and upset that she had let things get so far out of hand with Hannah, wondering if their friendship had been irreparably damaged. She'd been trying to keep the peace with Hannah for weeks but the nerves of seeing Jenny again meant that she snapped. She contemplated postponing the date to try to get...
Alone, something all too familiar to me. Streets look the same, different people walk them. Businesses come and go, promising hope and prosperity, shattered through time. I am no one but a shadow among the living. They continue to live their worry laden lives, knowing their days are numbered. Yet they do nothing to improve themselves with each experience the...
This is just a stand alone short story. No additional chapters will follow. ***** It has been a while since I updated my blogs and I have to say that quite a bit has happened since I last had a chance to get everything caught up. The most important event was the three weeks that I spent in Thailand for the Songkran holiday. Of course any trip involving an...
It was the weekend. Florence and Maggie were heading to a museum. Florence had insisted on the mannequin arms again. "Flo, you don't need those. Just be yourself!" "It's not about that." Florence pouted. "I'm OK, I just don't want people to stare." She wore an almost empty tote bag, just to have something to keep her arms in place. A security guard asked...
I've been seeing the same massage therapist for four years. I've had a raging crush since the first time I laid eyes on her. And while she has always behaved with the utmost propriety, it doesn't stop me from dreaming of the day she realizes that her very presence makes me breathless and wet. This how my next appointment would go if I could write the script!...