Back in my room that morning, I reflected on the night's events. How easily I had succumbed to Steff's advances. How foolish I had been to imagine that power rested in our formal positions. As a College Fellow and a tutor, and as an older woman, I had assumed that power rested with me - the swiftness with which that idea had been shattered was part of what h...
Susie Brock didn't consider herself a lesbian, but her recent experiments with her roommate and the Dean did make her feel more decisively bisexual. Would she consider a long-term deal with either of them, however? That was hard to say, especially about the Dean, since it would be hard to maintain such a relationship in the face of the different positions th...
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...
Kelly awoke in the middle of the night from what seemed to be an incredibly vivid dream, still caught somewhere between the phantasmagoric realm and the physical world. Her husband was out of town so she was all alone on this chilly autumn evening, secluded in the estate miles outside of town. There was a full moon that night, and the room was partly illumi...
I would recommend reading "Roman Holiday" and "Women's Health Issues 101" as this story assumes you are familiar with the plots and characters. If you aren't, this story will seem like an awful mess. Crossover stories are always tough. "Mork and Mindy" meet "Happy Days", "The Harlem Globetrotters on Gilligan's Island", that STUPID cartoon where Batman was...
What are we willing to do when we can be someone else? Who are we able to be when no one knows who you are? Being in a strange place with no attachments can be very freeing. A limited time to be someone else, to explore the person you never were and always wanted to be. The only problem is, what if you fall in love while you're there? ***** A pile of cloth...
Monday morning, dull day, orders to make, staff rosters to 'juggle', phone incessantly ringing, customer complaints to solve, police to deal with as a result of catching a shoplifter - who'd be a supermarket manager?? I didn't know it, but things were about to get a whole lot better. The rap at my door brought me face to face with the 'security chief', Eddie...
It would have been easy and tempting to have blamed Steff, and so there were moments when I did; but that would have been to have ignored the ease with which I had given into temptation; so more often I blamed me. Circumstance, of course, played a role. Teaching at a Women's College had many advantages for me. Having been educated in all girls' public schoo...
It was the last day of the West Coast trip and the schedule had been kept deliberately light. Wendy and Jen sat in the hotel suite working away at their laptops, catching up on e-mails, when the phone rang. Wendy reached across and punched the button that turned on the speaker-phone facility. "Ms McCuskell, it's Donnelly here." Mr Donnelly's firm voice rang...
She had wandered into the store about a half hour earlier, intent on buying something quickly and getting home. She was shy when it came to this sort of thing, just wanting to get something and be on her way. At this point though, she was stuck. "Can I help you with something?" the store's lone employee on the floor asked. "No...no its ok," Ashley respond...