A couple of weeks ago, on a grey, overcast Monday, I was running some errands on my lunch hour. I hadn't had time for breakfast that morning, and was absolutely ravenous. I decided to stop off at this funky little cafe in Fremont, a new place called Antonia's Soups, which had just been voted Seattle's best soup and sandwich joint by readers of The Stranger....
My name is Chiku; I am a beautiful black girl from Africa, Nigeria to be precise. When I was 19 years old, my family moved to England. This was a massive change in culture for a young, attractive African girl. Although educated and very well-versed in English, I had always revered English girls. My ancestors had told me stories of colonial life during the...
Hello I would like to start with a bit about myself, my name is Elana and I am a collared slave to my Mistress, whom I address lovingly as GoddessBernadette ( She likes the form of address as a single word ) or sometimes simply Goddess. I have been collared to Her for a few weeks now and have never felt so happy. Now I have to share a little about myself be...
Helena and I rode in silence. My thoughts were back in the sacred space where Ana and I had loved so recently. I could still smell her, taste her. I wanted to be with her so badly that I ached. But duty called. My fate was not to be the concubine of the Padishah that those who picked me had planned; no, it was something far stranger, and more strenuous. I...
NOTES: Special thanks to all of you who emailed to inform me of a HUGE mistake on the airplane. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" is by Def Leppard, not Led Zepplin. I hope it won't be another 6 months before the next chapter. Thank you ALL for being patient. If you want to be apprised of future chapters, send me some feedback and make that notation. You can also find...
Believe it or not, undergraduates have more to do than just party and fuck, at least those of us who hope to get real jobs one day do. There are papers to write, tests to study for, projects and presentations to prepare, plus I have to make a little money. For the next week I hardly saw Nick or Renee, and I only saw Amy in the dorm. I did have a little mid-d...
The taxi ride from the Kyoto Lounge back to the hotel was hell. Trust our luck that we got a cab whose air conditioning had given up the ghost when Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher were still in power. So, the windows were down and we inhaled carbon monoxide for the forty minute journey. In the hotel suite, Ming held up her hair so I could unzip her dres...
revised. April. 2005. Prologue. Twenty-three-year-old Chelsy Peters fought to stay awake, as she leaned her gloriously naked body carefully forward, her lovely breasts rubbing against the smooth wall. Her beautiful ass gleamed softly in the subdued lighting, her long shapely legs trembled gently in tension, as she balanced carefully on the balls of her ba...
This is the story of how my life changed in a single night. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jane. Yep, plain Jane, see Jane run...I've heard them all. I'm eighteen, will be nineteen in three months. I've been out of High School nearly a year now. I work nights at a gas station. I have no idea what I want to do with my life yet so I'm working and saving m...
Niki started at the ceiling of her room, the same ceiling she had started at each and every night since she had been born in this house twenty-one years ago. The white paint had long since turned grey and was peeling in places. If her father had still been alive, she was sure he would have come up with an ingenious way of making paint from what was were avai...