This story is inspired by my stay in Stockholm a couple of months ago. I spent a lot of time just walking the streets where this story is based, absorbing the atmosphere and the first couple of pages were actually written at the hostel. It's a whimsical tale of two women who meet out at Ikea, one is Swedish and the other is an American ex-pat. I've used Swed...
The Law firm Samantha worked for, Johnson, Bollocks and Hymen, had recently expanded their practice into other cities; moving outside their corporate Los Angeles location, and opening two new office locations in Australia and New Zealand; Sydney and Auckland respectively. Samantha had caught wind that the managing partners were looking for people within he...
I will never forget the first time I met Sheyna. It made me regret the fact that I was born a girl. Well I didn't regret it afterwards, but then I am getting way ahead of myself here. 2 years ago, I was running down the streets of New York, 10 minutes late for my first job interview mad as hell and wearing the most inappropriate blouse which was the one that...
The next day was Tuesday, and back to the grind. Whereas the day before had seemed to go by alarmingly fast, absorbed as I was in my own private worries, today seemed to move at a sluggish pace. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair as I looked in dismay at the inbox full of e-mails that still needed to be answered. All for Austin, who delegated them t...
Despite having written a bunch of experimental stories, this is the first time I am trying writing in female first person, so kindly excuse me if I am terrified of how it turns out. Votes and comments are welcome to let me know how well I did/spectacularly I failed. Thanks to Eliya, who has made the medical jargon in the story authentic. Any further disc...
Chapter One Dave and I walked into the Busfeild Arms ten minutes late. That is to say we had been supposed to be there at high noon and we went through the front door just after ten past. To me, the "late Heather Hunter", the timing meant nix. Dave wasn't saying anything but, as Miss Punctuality, she was probably seething. And tee-hee to that! Why should...
There is so much fun to be had in the world of sexual play. Seriously. My name is Nina Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I love Black women. I've always been into them. Caucasian chicks don't do anything for me. When I came out as queer in college, I w...
The past month has been absolutely insane. I've been running around from one meeting to another, busting my ass. Hustling every day to increase my sales. Honestly, when I went into sales, I didn't assume that it would be easy, but I sure as hell did not expect it to be this hard either. I have to be on my toes every single day, ready to pitch my next idea...
"Is that... her?" Brooke was whispering, but she wasn't being discreet enough - at the other end of the free weights section, Olga noticed that Brooke was staring, and she stared straight back, with a knowing smirk playing about her lips. Megan flushed. "Yes. That's her. Now stop staring, will you, and just spot me." Her new girlfriend obliged, and Megan...
This is an edited version. Tall_poppy was kind enough to offer her help with spelling and grammar. :) Thank you Poppy! To all those who are about to read this and haven't already read part 1: stories are always better if you start at the beginning. ;)Hint hint. * The following day I walked around on cloud 9. I drove to work whistling and entered the dog...