“You want to become what?” This was my first reaction when my flatmate Cara told me of her latest idea. I was used to her endless searching for the ‘thing’ that would change her life for ever. It was safe to say that she was not happy with her lot and tried aimlessly to find something that would enable her to feel better about her self. “I want to become...
{Chapter IV {Sunday, 00:02} I open the fridge and pour myself some iced tea whilst looking at the message on the cellphone over the kitchen counter that I'm lying against. By closing the door with a foot, I drink some of the grass-tasting liquid and look at the stool that hadn't ever seen as much action as in the previous hours. My memory is fuzzy since...
The steel door locks behind us. We are at the top of a stairwell and she directs me to go first. She gestures with her eyes that I should lead, so I do as I am told and begin the descent into darkness. All I can hear is the sharp crack of our heels on the iron steps as we go down. My eyes are still adjusting to the light; it was only a moment ago the blindfo...
As Christine, an 18 year old beauty, reads the note that had been left in her locker, she remembers how she became Margo's slave. It was 6 months ago; they were at Margo's house to study when on a whim Christine kissed Margo, who said, "Whoa, I'm not into girls." Christine, "I know, I just wanted to kiss you. It doesn't mean anything." Margo, "Is there a...
Dear reader, This is a very slow and long story. I am grateful I had the great help of RandyD1369 to make this. He has been very patient with me and showed me all kind of mistakes I made. I hope you like the result. Just to set the mood I added to each chapter an advise for some music to go along. You can find the playlist on Spotify. As the story is not...
November 19th, Year 41 After the Return of the Tsarine (A.R.T.) Nothing like falling asleep in a wave of patriotic fervor before being awaken by the smoggy air of Novaya Moskva. The port of the capital is a massive, sprawling industrial complex with enormous warehouses and factories, being fed by the thousands of serf girls on the ships, working like ants,...
The success of the Nic-Nak case, as it would become known, would firmly cement the reputation of the Sinn Girls as the No.1 Lesbian Detective Agency. But that was ahead of us, as there was to be a sting in the tail of that case, and any misstep while we were basking in the joy of a case well done could prove fatal, literally the death of Sinn. Pixie, who lo...
A F T E R N O O N I pulled up in front of Mrs. MacGregor's house five minutes early and was relieved. The last thing I needed now was to be late. Her house was easy enough to find. 327 Parkway Drive was just where she said it would be, where the road bent to the left after turning from the major road. I checked myself in my rearview mirror. I had to rush ov...
This story was co-written by Browncuriousity, please do not reproduce without author(s) premession. Evelyn Masters sighed as she cut across three lanes of traffic to get of at the Maple St. exit. More than one person was laying on their horn and giving her impolite hand signals. Thanks to her mother she had nearly missed her exit. "Evie girl can you hear...
(c) 2005 by Penelope Street "I want to be rimmed!" Though I didn't know what she meant, I recognized the jealous squeal of my friend Renee from beyond the open doorway ahead. No other sounds emerged from the office in the two seconds before I crossed the threshold to find four wide eyes fixed upon me. Pam, my boss, released an extended breath and settled...