I recall a fantasy of mine that took place at the fair grounds. After months of planning, I was finally meeting my best friend's girlfriend. Now after seeing her last girlfriend, I pictured a butch character with spiked bracelets and necklaces. Now, very few people surprise me, but in fact I was just that, surprised. While devouring a Hot Dog, Brittany walks...
It was the weekend after Thanksgiving when Jennifer and I went to the shopping mall. My name is Heather, and she and I have been best friends for many years. We are both 18 years old, and just started community college. We have always done everything together—shopping, socializing, and going on double-dates. We have been nearly inseparable. Jennifer drives...
Chapter One. Russian Banya NYC. I pay at the usual cramped, untidy little office. Maria takes my money and smiles. Never much chat. I head into the locker area. Tuesdays are 'women only' in this East Village bath house where you leave your modesty behind. The owners could throw a lick of paint at the crumbling facade and inside isn't much better. The chang...
Author's note: Sorry this is taking so long, but RL keeps interfering in my writing time. Also, I'm getting too wrapped up in plot to get to the "good stuff". * * * * * Tuesday - Chapter 1, Part 2 "No need to rush it, though," Colleen continued, "Just because she *can* take something that big doesn't mean she should." "Couldn't agree more," I said bright...
They've been travelling together for years. Wren is beginning to realize that Mina will never do anything about the way Wren looks at her sometimes. And it's not like she don't realize it, Mina's damn smart and Wren is not trying to be subtle. She contemplates her options as they make camp for the night. What she's got is herself, a whip-smart twenty som...
It didn't take long at all before Jen and I were asleep on the plane. Her head was snuggled onto my shoulder and my cheek rested on the top of it, the sweet aroma of her shampooed hair filling my head like incense. I had a blanket pulled up over my breasts because the passenger cabin was so cool and the guy with a unibrow sitting on my other side—a frat guy...
Megan had always had an ability to put everything else out of her mind when it came time to perform. It was one of the reasons her swing choir director, unbeknownst to her, considered Megan one of her favorites. (And only one of the reasons, but perhaps we'll get into that a bit later on in the story...) As she and the rest of the group found their homeroom...
I'm not really a theater type person. I didn't like Moulin Rouge or Chicago. I always skipped drama class in high school and if I had to go, I put in absolutely no effort. Even so, I decided to expand my horizons recently and joined a production as part of the cast (Actually my friend was begging me to join and I owed her a favor). My role is Woman #2. Hey,...
Cleo woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing. Text message. "Fuck," she muttered. Swallowed once. Her mouth was dry, head pounding. All the classic signs of a hangover that was going to last all day. She rolled over and checked her phone. It was from her roommate, Joanna. J: U up? Cleo sighed and started typing. C: Yeah. Super hungover J: Me too. W...
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