The moment Abbey woke up that morning, she knew she'd never have another drink of alcohol ever again. She squirmed in her dorm room bed and struggled to open her eyes. Everything felt like a daze. Slowly things were becoming clear. As she kicked her blanket away, with her eyelids only halfway open, she felt the horrible sensation of a wet bed. She was in...
75-year-old female, pathological fracture of the humerus with suspected osteosarcoma. Which is to say: Phoebe's yaya Kalliope, cancer growing in her arm, eating away at the bone until it became weak enough to break as she dug out a garden bed. Phoebe called me on Monday afternoon. I'd just sat down for a catch-up with my manager Susan, having spent the mor...
*Special thanks to Kayla for editing this for me.* Her throat was burning and she found it hard to breathe. Her knees were aching from supporting her entire weight for too long on the cold tile floor. These pains were tolerable, minor even, compared to the humiliation that she had just experienced and even more painful still was knowing that she was about t...
This is the first submission of a multi-chapter lesbian story regarding a high school senior and her travels through life. It is not full of sex, in fact, these first two chapters have none, so if that is what you are looking for, move to chapter three, which will be submitted the day after this section posts. Prologue I sat in a lawn chair on my front po...
This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh with her friends and relations, as she explores her sexuality, and progresses from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters. Read the whole set of stories fo...
At twenty seven and as my mother's only daughter I was under constant pressure, not all of it subtle, to produce darling grandchildren she could coo over while she was 'still on this earth'. This was invariably accompanied by a hand to her throat as if to imply that any day now she might stop being as strong as a horse and go to her reward. I did wonder if t...
OK, I'll admit it, I'm 24, damn near a virgin, no prospects, not one, so I go online and try to imagine my way into some guy's bed. But it ain't happening for me, mainly because I haven't the creativity to imagine myself in some stud's arms: I'm a little over-weight, girl-next-door attractive and unbelievably bossy. And I'm a pissed off: I'm tired of page af...
They say you should 'write what you know'. The setting for most of this story is the environment that I work in. Apologies if I use some jargon that you've never heard of (I've tried to explain most of it). Google is probably your friend :P If you're expecting a stroke story, stop right now and hit the 'back' button. This has a slow start, but the payoff i...
I first met Lynn as the older sister of a school friend of mine, and she and I became really close for a long time until Bill stopped me seeing her. The problem, as Bill saw it, was that Lynn is several years older than I am and openly bi-sexual, though she had always respected my heterosexuality and had never ever made a pass at me. But now Bill was histor...
Welcome back readers, The story continues. I really want to thank John Smith for editing and Heyall for his valuable pointers towards the story. Enjoy. ***** After we enter the bathroom, I keep walking till I reach the last stall. After six glasses of beer I'm feeling like my bladder is about to burst, but, still, I somehow manage to close the door, pull...