I'm often asked if I moved to Brisbane because of small town homophobia. A lot of people remember the nineties and the devastating suicide rates amongst gay and lesbian teenagers in country towns, and assume that if you're not in a metropolitan city, life as a queer person is shit. Thankfully, I was spared the fate of cruel parents and largely spared the tr...
Hi, I'm Mikki. I am twenty-four and I am a lesbian. I think. I say "I think" because there might be a couple of discrepancies in that opening statement. Firstly, I'm really Mikela, but absolutely nobody ever calls me that. The twenty-four claim is accurate enough. I've got my birth certificate at home, if you don't believe me. The second discrepancy . . ....
The first installment of "Amanda and I" introduced Nicky, a recent 18 year-old high school graduate, and Amanda, a newcomer to town and two years older than Nicky. They meet at the swimming pool and quickly develop a strong mutual attraction that, much to Nicky's surprise, triggers an intense sexual encounter - Nicky's first with another girl. If you haven'...
Here's an edit of Chapter One and the new Chapter Two * Chapter One Sirens Look at me, can't you tell by my blush it's enough just to remember, to sink down deep into the heat of that summer, to relive moist memories like naughty invitations. Where Sally and Jill, Milly and Janie, and me--lucky Julie--spent that summer waitressing at Crabbies, when we be...
****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter six of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from the...
"Dr. Norwood to Trauma One, Dr. Norwood to Trauma One, Stat," Natalie looked up with bleary eyes from her cup of burned coffee. The little break room seemed dreary, but it was a sanctuary from the pandemonium of Watkins General on a Friday night. She rose unsteadily to her feet and gulped down the bad coffee, tossing the cup into the garbage as she hurried...
Many thanks to carsonshepherd and minsue for their help editing this story. * * * It had been a normal, boring suburban day. Chilly and rainy with a wind that cut through you and made it feel at least twenty degrees colder than it really was. Andrea hadn't seen the sun in two days. Another gloomily October in Michigan. It was only seven thirty and it was...
Wake to my alarm and stumble into my bathroom. Remember to not take a shower this time, though I will tomorrow. Splash water on my face then get the radio on and brush my hair. Losing the curls but still looking good. Back to my room to pick out my outfit and I am not sure. Miss Perkins paid attention to me finally. The problem is I can only dress so slutty...
Madison wasn't in her office. I stopped abruptly, confused momentarily by the lack of her slim body behind the monstrous desk. The secretary hadn't stopped me from entering the office, inured as she was to my comings and goings – I had just assumed Madison was in. I walked to what I now considered "my" chair in front of her desk, sitting down and preparing...
Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). This is the fifth...