When Gina Met Tammy...Ch.9 A cool, rainy day keeps the girls inside, watching movies. The trip to Texas begins! TAMMY: My eyes fluttered open to see a beautiful sight -- Gina was still facing me, her face bathed in the peacefulness of sleep. I glanced at the clock, seeing it was nearly 10:00! Wow, I haven't slept this late in a long time, but then ag...
Friday reminded me why it is that I hate Sydney summers. Sydney doesn't get any hotter than Melbourne, but it's a horribly muggy kind of heat. I was already getting sweaty by the time I got to the train station, and the forecast looked ugly: thirty-eight degrees, ninety-eight percent humidity. I was glad to get into the cooler air of the conference centre....
She had a distinct voice. She had soft skin. She had pretty eyes. The college girl realized she was now a woman. It never ceased to surprise. Francesca "Fancy" Escobar was your regular bright college girl. She was studying law at the University of Texas-San Antonio. However, ever since that night at the bar she's been questioning herself. She actually liked...
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...
"Would it make it more awkward if I moved closer?" she said. I couldn't say anything. I hardly ever did those days; it wasn't as if I didn't want to let her know that's what I'd been thinking about all evening. We were at a party of sorts, but nothing typical of the average college student: no alcohol, no blasting music, no sweaty bodies. I could attribute...
It was a dreary morning when I finally arrived in West Virginia. My French teacher was concerned and thought it was a good idea for an Indian like me to join the 'French for Beginners' class there especially after she graded my paper. Apparently, they had the best training program in the South Atlantic region and amateurs could speak as good as a French T...
Without hesitation I booked a ticket and took the first flight for Paris. My friend Debbie wanted to see me desperately. She didn't give any reason but she did tell me that she had been missing me terribly. We had been chatting in nifty girl's room for some time when suddenly she begged me to pay her a visit. She sounded very sad and I thought she must have...
So there was this girl. She wasn't any ordinary girl. Everything about her begged to be touched. Even during the harsh winter, she always would arrive at our mutual work- a coffee shop that tried oh so hard to be a starbucks- hiding behind a thick winter jacket. What only two people knew of, myself and Bobby, was that underneath that jacket was a body a godd...
Dear Frank, you punk: As promised, here is the story I was telling you. Rather than make you remember where I left off, I will tell you the entire story. Jenn used to hate trains and I wanted her to love them as much as I do. One weekend, when Marie would be working an eighteen hour shift on Saturday as well as her usual shift on Sunday, we all realized she...
Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human...