This story began as a real-life e-mail conversation between myself and an on-line friend, hence the changes between first-person and third-person. It's co-written by and dedicated to Becky. ******************** I'm at an all girl party amongst total strangers and we've had a few drinks. We start playing games and fooling around. I get blindfolded and one-b...
I'm always happy to receive CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Be kind, this is my first story. ****** Lights flashing, the smell of cigarette smoke, perfume and alcohol permeate the dance floor. The music is loud and the crowd is lively. Holly doesn't go out to night clubs very often, especially considering that she wasn't 21 yet, but when she does the 20 year old l...
Jen was a typical mother, and stay at home housewife, with two kids. Generally unassuming and 'ordinary,' Jen's main aim in life seemed merely to carry out the duties of a caring mother and dotting wife. Now 35, Jen still maintained much of the youthful 'girl next door' attractiveness her husband was drawn to all those years before. Her fine, shoulder length...
*This is a true story. Not about myself, but someone very close to me. The names are changed of course to protect the innocent/guilty* * In China in the 1990s there was very little by way of sex education. My parents would avoid the subject like the plague and although we did have one afternoon class on the subject at school it was just my luck that I was...
Mary reached across and gently and hesitantly – for she still felt somewhat intimidated by the older, more experienced woman – slid her hand under the lightweight silk-like duvet. She rested it for a moment on her lover's soft belly and then, slowly, hesitantly and with great excitement she slid it slowly up towards the teacher's firm breasts. Mary gently s...
Lara is a girl that had been through a lot of self searching and confusion. She was (is?) a christian, and had been focused very strongly on her faith. She had been educated in an "alternative" sort of school that taught some rather bizarre things (it was a 'holistic' kind of education that emphasized thought patterns instead of facts), which I decided early...
Alexandra Redding, American History and Social Studies Teacher stretched as much as she was able to, given the space limitations of overseas coach flight. The big jet had begun it's slow banking descent into the Glasgow airport. It was her first trip to Scotland and she planned on spending every possible moment touring, looking for evidence of her family's h...
It was a very hot day in Guatemala. The invisible God Sun was scorching relentlessly the arid land and the hapless citizens, who were running panic-stricken, desperately seeking a shady refuge. Even the dogs in the streets had withdrawn long time ago, lugging slowly their tired limbs, one after another, carrying away the burden of their existence. Veronica...
The gallery was packed with the usual buyers, former models, friends and hangers on. It was unveiling night for mom's three pictures of me and my lovely little lady, Sharon, the 20-year-old bikini model. Karla, at 50 a slightly larger version of me, was stunning in a red satin dress, her nipples protruding into the material like organ stops. For my slightly...
"Why are people so obsessed with sex at work?" Deborah Fournel wondered, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, raven-haired and alabaster-skinned French Canadian gal sighed deeply. Sitting on the toilet, on the second floor of the World Issues Canada building, Deborah allowed herself a private moment. She'd been working in this austere Canadian government building i...