A shiver ran up Janice Crawford's spine. She was more excited than she could ever remember being. Her husband had just left for a two week business trip. Her teenage son was on a Boy Scout trip. Her daughter was in Florida for Spring Break. Janice had the house to herself for at least the next 10 days. She really could not wait. Diane was on her way over. Th...
I saw her in the valet parking area of one of the big new Vegas hotels. It was like a scene out of a movie--this whole crowd of Southern gals, dressed to the nines with billowy dresses and high heels and big floppy hats, saying goodbye to a toothy blonde bride in white lace. I wasn't looking at the bride, though, but at one of the bridesmaids. She was a gian...
"This is silly." I said, stumbling behind Violet. "It's not silly. It's my religion." She smiled, her teeth bright against her dark lipstick, and even in the moonlight I couldn't help but notice a flash of mischief in her dark eyes. She pulled back a tree branch, allowing me to pass under it. "My church. Watch your step, sweetheart, the moss is pretty slick...
On a warm afternoon in early May, fresh from the hair salon where I'd swapped my usual straw-blonde for a rich, exciting glossy raven black, I sat in the corner of my favourite traditional coffee shop and typed. I was working on the article that was certain to confirm my position as one of Europe's foremost lesbian-feminist social commentary journalists when...
My name is Dr. Kshama (pronounced "Shama" -- the "K" silent. It means "Beautiful Queen" in Hindi) V. V. (the middle names comprise no less than 44 letters!) Patel (as common in India as "Smith", "Jones" or "Johnson" are in your Western societies.) I am half Turkish and half Indian, born in Istanbul on the 24th day of March in the year 2042, my family having...
Conversation, along with drinks and laughter, flowed freely that evening. Unfortunately, so did the rain outside of Dante's Restaurant on the night that Olivia and I decided to have a business dinner. Olivia Dennis is actually my sister's co-worker's best friend. Sounds a little convoluted but we met at a holiday gathering three years ago and have been frien...
In my hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi, the story goes that a pumpkin farmer raced from his house toward the frantic pleas of his eldest daughter who lay pinned beneath a tractor. Upon seeing the girl, her father was seized by a tremendous burst of adrenaline, a miraculous shot of superhuman power that trebled his strength and allowed him to lift the machine...
I saw her dancin' there by the record machine I knew she must a been about seventeen The beat was goin' strong Playin' my favorite song An' I could tell it wouldn't be long Till she was with me, yeah me, singin' I love rock n' roll So put another dime in the jukebox, baby I love rock n' roll So come an' take your time an' dance with me (I love Rock n' Roll...
Note: This story is based on fact, but the circumstances are fictional. This is also a change in my writing style, its a bit more tantric ;) Hope you like it! Her skin felt like satin underneath my fingers. My wandering hands followed the smooth lines and curves flowing seamlessly into each other were a mystery, new territory that begged to be explored. She...
I went back to my chamber in a sombre mood. It was utterly unreasonable of me to be jealous, and I was not even sure that I was; something else was going on. It was plain that Ayesha and Jess loved each other. What I had seen was not simple lust at work. God knows, I knew enough about that and I recognised, perhaps all the more so after my encounter with A...