This story was written for the following prompt: "In the future, memories can be copied and sold for others to experience. A sex worker sells all her memories of sex with her lady lover. Strangely, it becomes a way to reconnect their battered relationship." Many thanks to erktec for helping me with this. She shuffled over to the door, wiping the sleep fr...
Anja was true to her word. I spent my morning in windy Christchurch wandering by the river and taking photos; I wasn't a long-term visitor like most of the people in my hostel, so I didn't have a job. I went out for lunch at some little sandwich place and when I got back to the hostel it was nearly three in the afternoon. There were maybe thirty people livin...
Consciousness returned slowly, seeming to creep into my body in little pieces. I tried to crack open an eye, but was unable to. As I lay with my eyes shut, the excesses of last night began to trickle back into my memory. It was rush week at my university and I had been at a sorority party where I was a pledge. The party had been fantastic, and near the end t...
"Ugh," I groan impatiently. You're late. I've been waiting for you for just over two hours now. I hurried back to my room and have postponed my after-the-gym shower because you swore you'd be right over. Now, two plus hours later and I'm still waiting on you. I sigh, tapping my foot on the cold tile floor of my empty room. I hate waiting on other people. I...
I began laughing, hard. "Look at this!" I managed to get out between my bursts of uncontrollable giggles. I laid back and lifted my phone screen to show Liz the video I found on my news feed. She chuckled. Maybe I just thought it was funnier than it really was. That seemed to happen a lot, to me. I tried to pretend to be disappointed that she wasn't as amuse...
I loved basketball more than anything else. I got accepted into the team through trial three years ago as one of the ten who made it. It was not one of those top teams in the league but was one of the middle ranged, almost last teams when I first joined. The team could be relegated sooner or later at that point of time. But through our hard work and dedicati...
I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. I hope you enjoy this story. It's dedicated to my favorite Puerto Rican bitch Miss Peache...
Authors note: I am dislexic and have no proof reader. I make periodic passes to catch what I miss Wich is why there's not that much written yet. I am trying my best. Also I refuse to write out numbers. It's a thing with me. Why write "twentyfive" when u can just write "25". It's was the start of spring brake when 5 friends desired to have...
Ashley could hardly believe it. She was sitting backstage in the Greensboro Coliseum, her slim and waifish figure outlined by bright bulbs on the mirror. Perched on a stool, she was waiting for her hero -- Sigrid. "The Norse Ladykiller." "Barbarian Queen." "Lady Viking." "Huntress." No matter what name she'd wrestled under, Ashley had followed her career eve...
Jennie, her blue eyes crinkled as she smiled out into a sea of apprehensive little faces. She knew how her ninth grade class hated 'pop quizzes. "Everyone, take a copy of the test, then pass the others back." A collective groan could be heard throughout the room "Okay," you have 20 minutes to complete the Quiz. You can start now." 'Ah,' she thought to hers...