This isn't a true story (yet) and follows from a conversation I have had, (and am having) with a wonderful friend. Hope it comes out right. * * * * * "Julie can I ask you a personal question?" said Christine as she gently massaged the sun cream into Julie's back. "Hon, with hands like that you can ask me anything you like," purred Julie enjoying the stro...
"Well Kirsten," Ms Stacey Stone pointed out to the frightened senior. "You have two choices. You can either do what I say and graduate this spring, or you can refuse and be expelled from school. You'd better make up your mind which way you want to go." "Please, Miss Stone. I don't want to be expelled. I have to graduate this spring, if I'm going to get int...
I am the youngest of five children, all girls. My oldest sister got pregnant very young, and I was 7 when my oldest niece, Holly, was born. She and I have always been close, a number of people have commented that we are very similar people. Four years ago she and her whole family moved back east when her dad got a new job. She and I have stayed in touch, by...
This is the final part of my long-awaited sequel series to "Remember This Moment Forever" which takes place ten years after the original story. What was originally intended to be one long story eventually grew so large that I decided to split it into four parts with a new story being posted at the end of each summer month (beginning with Part One in May and...
The porter struggled behind me with my luggage as I neared the train. People streamed left and right while the long sleek train sat purring at the platform, ready to carry us on our journey. I took the conductors hand, adjusted my tight skirt and stepped up onto the train as people bustled past. "Bonjour, Madame," he said and, as he checked my tickets, I ch...
There comes a time in every woman's life when she has to stop and say to herself, "Where am I now? Where am I going? How did I get here?" And then there are times that those are pretty darn dumb questions. Where am I now? I'm bent over the leading edge of a table. My hands are tied together and the nylon stocking used for that is looped over something on the...
The car turned onto Winter street and Sasha felt her pulse quicken as a hundred different emotions swirled in her head. She tried to think up an excuse to duck out quickly but she convinced herself it would be better to humor her new boss. Natalie pulled the car around to the back of the Rosebud and produced a tube of lipstick from her purse. She traced a t...
I enjoy working late. I am a transcriptionist, and can get more done when the hub-bub of a packed law office has quieted. One thing though, this old office building is about as tightly insulated as a bridge, and creaks as badly as my forty-mumble year old knees. I find myself getting up from my desk at least once an hour to see if somehow an earthquake ha...
(This is the fifth story about my black butch female "Serena". Butches are as complex as any other human being. Some feel that they are men trapped in a woman's body. Most don't. They don't stand around hitching up their overalls and spitting tobacco while whistling at feminine women. Well, most of them don't. Like most of them, Serena is comfortable in who...
The girls stepped naked from the whirlpool and toweled off before Kim led Taylor into the living room by the hand. Katherine following closely behind, sitting in a chair, as she watched her young lover recline on the couch with Kim. Kim stared into Taylor's brown eyes, as she closed the distance, placing her lips softly on Taylor's. Her tongue pushed past...