A low chime announced the arrival of the third course. I let it sit in the dumbwaiter for now and looked across the table at my companion and smiled warmly as she spoke. Her words had chilled me on the inside. I hope it didn't show in my smile. She had unknowingly revealed to me that she had been suffering from low-grade posttraumatic stress disorder or at...
This is my fantasy. To possess. To own. To be Frederica. * This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characte...
Tashkent, Uzbekistan- Yara arrived in the grim ex-Soviet Central Asian republic, at a time when she was still exploring her sexuality, and Uzbekistan did not look like a great place to explore it. She had spent three months in Israel, where she had lost her virginity and in total had sex with 8 Israeli guys, 4 Israeli girls, 9 Palestinian guys and 3 Palestin...
-4- "Momma, it's my life that we're talking about, not yours," Bonnie said into her cell phone; well, more like shouted, than said. Sami was trying not to hear the conversation as she packed her bag for the upcoming road trip with the team, but in the confines of the small dorm room, that wasn't a possibility. "Look, if Roy and I are okay with breaking of...
The first thing Lauren saw when she walked in was Jessica dancing on the floor with her friends. It was obvious the guys around them were trying to make a move. But the group of girls weren't allowing it. Lauren remembered Jessica's comment earlier about getting laid and smiled. Lauren knew Jessica was too shy to go home with someone for the night. Lauren he...
This is the 1st part of a story about a Muslim woman's reluctance to accept lesbian temptation. The story starts slow, with no sex content until Part 2. ********** Does promiscuity increase fertility? Or does love? Perhaps it seems obvious? Does boredom in monogamy, or lack of adventure actually inhibit pregnancy? I consider myself a Scientist, and a Doct...
From as early as fourth grade it was obvious that sports and I did not get along. I was either too slow or not coordinated enough. Team after team would either cut me, or only allow me to play the minimum amount of time that was required. When teams were picked in gym class, I was almost always chosen last. My uncle observed my frustration, and took it upon...
It was 2006 when I first met Arlene at a Christmas party at a mutual friend's house in Seattle's Queen Anne neighborhood. Across a crowded room, with Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan" playing discreetly in the background, I spotted her leaning against the fireplace, lips curled in a half-smile, tall and full-bodied in her late 40's. She had shoulder...
Andrea tapped her fingers on the paper sprawled across the doctor's table she sat on. She wasn't exactly sure why she had been called back into the doctor's office. She came here for her monthly checkup last week. Usually, she received a phone call the next week telling her results, but this time she was told to come in for a second appointment. She was kind...
The next morning Riley woke up just before the alarm went off. She could hear her mom in the bathroom getting ready for work. Feeling the urgent call of nature, Riley got up and went to the bathroom. She knocked lightly on the closed door. "Mom. I need to go. Can I come in?" asked Riley. "Sure thing," said Heather. Heather was in her panties and nothing e...