Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. Also, this is the third part of an ongoing story. For this to make more sense, I advise rea...
"Delta house," the pretty brunette said as she picked up the phone. Her jaw working on a piece of chewing gum. "Hi, may I please speak to Arianna?" Margaret asked. Margaret sat in her room, her feet kept warm by a heater kept under her desk. "This is Arianna." "Hi, my name is Margaret. Delta class of 76. My daughter is Stacy. Stacy Barnes." "Oh sure," A...
I never looked forward to the night bus home from college. It was a long, boring bus ride, 5 hours to Dayton, and then another half hour taxi ride to my moms' house from the bus depot. There is nothing quite so ugly as the Dayton bus depot at 3 in the morning. The bus was often full. At best, I would get a window and an empty seat next to me. At worst, the t...
The following story is pure fiction. Pity. As Lisa passed Rosie's bedroom door she glanced in and couldn't believe her eyes. Rosie lay on her back, the bed cover to one side of her. The short, thin, light blue nightdress that she wore had ridden up above her waist exposing her naked body from her navel to her toes. Her legs were together and her left knee w...
"I know why Mrs. Garza keeps calling you Mandy," my friend Emma informed me as we walked together across the quad to the cafeteria following Spanish class. "Why?" I asked. Mrs. Garza is our Spanish professor, and she's constantly referred to me as 'Mandy,' despite that NOT being my name. It's not even close! It's been a source of amusement to both Emma & my...
Kristen woke up stretching her young nubile body against the sheets enjoying the feel against her naked breasts. Looking toward the window at the daylight creeping in she smiled thinking of the girl she met at the club the previous night. She had been intoxicating in her innocence with her short blonde hair, denim mini skirt with a white blouse tucked in she...
Hi everybody, my name's Bianca and I am home from college for my summer vacation. And, wow! Do I ever have a story to tell. My parents went to a church conference this week leaving me with the house all to myself. From my bedroom window on the 2nd floor facing the street I'd noticed that there were these two women that walked up the street at about the same...
The full time whistle blared out and the two teams made their way off the court, one a lot happier than the other. Leading her team back into the changing room, Shannon pushed the door so hard that it nearly came off its hinges; such was the level of her anger. "What the fuck was that?" she raged at her team mates, who were now slumped on the benches, waiti...
First semester freshman year, one of the biggest challenges any relationship faces. Katy and Jenny had already faced this type of pressure before being a lesbian couple with a slight age difference. The past summer had been one of the greatest of their lives. They spent every moment together they could. Fall came and Katy went off to school, not far away, bu...
Calliope explained that there had been a fresh influx of slaves at the market, and that she liked to choose those for the Seraglio; she suggested that I might enjoy the trip, saying it would be a treat. Since arriving in Istanbul, I had not left the Topkapi Palace. As it was the size of the village I had spent my life in, plus some, that was not quite the h...