High school graduation is a few weeks away and my friends and I have plans that shall we say aren't the typical high school prom tradition. Let me tell you a little about me and my friends first and we'll come back to the graduation. We all turned 18 within the last few months and were looking forward to the prom. Myself, my name is Bridget and I'm a high...
Chapter 1 We have planned everything down to the last detail. The only things she does not know is when it was going to happen and that someone was going to help me. For you to understand why I need help, I should explain. Between us, our running joke is that I am her wimpy butch, which of course is said with love. Of the two of us, I do look more bu...
In my ten years as a bra-wearing girl, I'm ashamed to say I've never actually gone into a store to be fitted. Not once. So when my bra I'd bought online almost a year ago started hurting me more than helping me, I decided it was about time I face my fears and get a decent fitting bra. I'd chosen to go to the boutique in the mall that I frequently walked pa...
The following story is based on real people but the degree of reality it actually contains is known only by those people themselves. I chose to write their story using the rumors and my imagination, which may or may not be more interesting than real life was. The year was 1985 in a sleepy suburb in upstate New York... ***** 1. Low tea with the back stabbe...
Amy had got back from university and desperately needed to find a summer job. Her mum's best friend Jean Potter owned a ladies shop and she asked whether she might have a job for her for a few weeks. Jean Potter had known Amy ever since she was a baby and asked her to pop into see her and they would have a chat. Jean suggested she called in after the shop h...
Chapter 2 - Clothes and Kathleen Dr. Stein sat at his private desk. Occasionally he glanced at the many monitors arrayed in front of him, occasionally he wrote something down on his clipboard. As he wrote he talked to himself. "Battery level - very poor. Have to do something about the drain on the battery." He glanced up from his clipboard to the bottom mo...
“I hate doing laundry!” Emma snapped, storming into her flat and slamming the front door behind her. “Emma!” Rachel groaned, lifting her head from the sofa, “You woke me up…” “Don’t expect me to have any sympathy for you.” “Be nice to me. I’m not feeling well.” “It’s self-inflicted. You shouldn’t have drunk so much last night,” she said sanctimoniously,...
I think it is time that I end this relationship sex is one thing and I love forced sex but this relationship is bordering on abuse, but I want her so badly and when she is not with me I miss her and cannot wait until she calls around or calls for me to meet her. I think I am being abused and I never saw it coming, my partner is very strong her body is firm...
The man of the house was tall slim, with well-muscled arms -- cute, but nothing special. The mother, though... wow! Judging by the teenage kids, she must be in her mid-thirties, but she had the face and figure of a girl in her mid-twenties. A petite blonde clad in tight jeans and a checkered lumberjack shirt that tried and failed to conceal an hourglass figu...
A Hike Lizzy and Cate had their soiree last weekend. They had precious little time to get together beyond passing phone calls and e-mail. They had busy lives, which meant periods of abandonment. Lizzy had gotten back on Friday, and she wanted to see Cate in the worst possible way. Their brief phone call allowed them to plan some "me time". Cate had sugge...