I was in college when it happened. College itself is like a gateway drug. You do it and it opens you up to many different ideas and experiences, and eventually you get over whelmed and crumble at the feet of your wasted money. This is not how all experiences are perceived of course, but that's how I felt starring into my mirror the morning after. It wasn't...
I was raised in a very strict Christian home. My name is Amy, at 16 I felt different than my friends, i didn't really flirt with boys like they did, and was more of a loaner. I studied a lot and had my heart set on going to college. Nobody in my family had ever gone before. I studied hard on my eighteenth birthday I found out I had been accepted to a big 10...
Foreword Hello I'm here again, Heather Hunter reporting for duty, ready, willing and able. And please don't worry about me being long-winded this time around. I was extremely nervous when I first put my thoughts down in writing. Tentatively rereading my rashly written Loving Made Easy, it shows. Good grief; doesn't it just! This time that ain't gonna happ...
HER OWN PERSONAL MARY I. Theological Dialogue My name is Myriam, and I am from Ireland, and I proudly belong to a generation which considers religion to be utterly backward and irrelevant. This is the story of my first lesbian experience, an experience in which my lack of religiousness played an essential part and changed me completely as a person. I met...
All characters in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older. Reader discretion is advised. This chapter's flashbacks contain scenes of bullying, and non-sexual violence. -=-=-=- Sam clicked her lighter to start the small fire pit in the backyard. She stared at the tiny flame; eyes unfocused. The same old memories replayed in her mind. "What th...
LEGAL NOTICE This is a work of fiction. References to Erica Jackson are purely a product of the imagination of the author. Such references to or statements and actions made by this character should not be considered real references, actual conversations, or behaviors held by the real Erica Jackson. Chapter One: Good Morning Lover Sunday morning's sun a...
I was recording a prearranged catfight between my mom and girlfriend Gina so there was a record not to mention bragging rights for the winner. Gina is nineteen with light brown hair to her mid-back; she's 5'4" with a B cup and wears a yellow bra with matching thong. Mom is 5'6" with dark hair just past her ears, she's wearing a black bra and leopard print pa...
Nora Bishop, concierge of the five-star hotel, fidgeted nervously as she waited in the lobby. Mrs. Willcott would be arriving any moment, and if her last visit was any indication of what Nora could expect this time, it was going to be a very interesting four days. When her limo pulled up and Mrs. Willcott step out, Nora's heart began to race. Mrs. Willcott...
Sleeping with Lara was an experience. I have a king size bed that gives lots of room for any partner I may have in it. I got it a long time ago and have never regretted it. Sleeping patterns are as unique as people's sex behavior. We were both naked and I slept on the right side of the bed, which is not my normal side but it was the side I ended up on when...
Chapter 2: Fonder Hearts Beads of sweat ran from my brow as I pulled a pie from the massive oven. The aroma of apples and cinnamon penetrated the kitchen within in seconds, making me breathe in satisfaction. I placed the steaming pie on a cooling rack on a nearby counter. As I took more pies out from the oven, the scrumptious smell increased. I was kicking...