It all started when my best friend, Anna, abruptly decided to stop being my best friend after I put my hand up her skirt. It wasn't my fault, and I still maintain that's she's deep in denial about her feelings about me in particular, if not other girls in general. We were both 18, in our last year of school. She begged me to cut the class we had together las...
I never thought of myself as a lesbian. I thought of them as butchy and unfeminine. Besides, I was into two things when I was 18. Cute guys and ballet. That would all change when our studio got a new dance teacher. Her name was Miss Sanders. She was about 26 and had had a brief career as a professional dancer. An injury had forced her to retire early and s...
*Hello, Oghma here. I know I said I'd try to have this one out as quickly as possible, but as I think we're all aware how real-life gets in the way right now. Rest assured though, I have not abandoned this story and we will see it to the end. I hope to see you for the next chapter.* **Disclaimer: Unrealistic sizes, fantastical elements and some somber theme...
When I was 17 I was a counselor at a camp. I had a 25 year old co-counselor who was super butch; she did ask me to spoon for warmth one night but nothing happened between us, so sometimes I go back and wonder, "what if..." I initially wanted to go off on a crazy fantasy and work with the double entendre in "head counselor", but it felt too forced. This one...
"Garrick! Answer the fucking phone!" The old rotary phone, a black AT&T-issued blowhard her parent's thought was chic, was blaring uncontrollably down the hallway and beyond the bathroom door. Tabitha, freshly stepping from an invigorating shower and quite wet, was in no mood or condition to end the audible torment herself. Cursing aloud and to no one for...
Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 links are in my profile. ***** Chapter 3 Friday, February 17th, 2012 - Mesa, Arizona The week had been a total blur that I could scarcely remember, I just knew I had worked a lot and tried to be social so my friends wouldn't worry too much. So far they had only seemed to give me the most subtle and fleeting of worried or confused...
We half-fell into the apartment, clutching two bags of shopping. Fresh local bread, cheeses, fresh salads from the street market, yoghurt, fruit, baklava, cold white wine, and bottled beer. Oh, and she'd persuaded me to get her a pair of shoes in the market. They were only 10 Euros and had ridiculously high heels. They would probably break on their first out...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD. Enjoy! And get wet! * * * * * Liz pulled into the driveway, grateful to be home after a long day at the hospital. She took a moment t...
(Dedicated to my wonderful Penny, the most beautiful and sweetest Aussie in the world) __________________________________ It was a cold autumn evening New York JFK Airport. I was just paged to the U.S. Airways Information desk to receive a message. My first thought was, "this can't be good!" And it wasn't ... the message read: "Honey, I got tied up in Ohi...
Part 3: Total submission Note: Dear readers, this is the third installment in the series that started with the story "The Subjugation of Rita" and continued with 'A weekend with Granny'. Both previous stories were very well received. I've had much positive response and have been inspired to continue the story. This installment continues relating the experie...