Christine had already made up her mind to give the last resort a try that afternoon. But her plan took a bit of a left turn when she arrived home to the smell of pizza. "Josh?!" she called out as the pleasant odor hit her just inside the door. "Did you order pizza without waiting for me?" "No," came his voice from the kitchen. "I'm baking it." "Sweetie!" N...
Mary Cummington did not want to give blowjobs to anyone. She and her boyfriend, Dick Cramden, just exchanged goodbyes over the phone early that night. She was too busy to see him and just was not in the mood to be with anyone that evening. That cold winter evening, she sat at her hard-wooden desk reading this month's issue of Feminism in America Magazine. Sh...
The Bible, Fundamentalists, & Lesbian Sex © By: wistfall1 Author's note of acknowledgement: I wish to thank those who helped by reading and offering suggestions. They put in much time and effort to help me to make this more easily read, and for that, I am grateful. That said, I must also say that I alone am responsible for any errors or omissions that this...
Once again, thank you for the comments and the feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler Company for the wonderful words of encouragement. If you haven't read the first five stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. Don't forget to vote. En...
Chapter 3: Pool on New Year's Eve. *** "Are you ready yet?" yelled David from the bottom of the stairs. "Ten more minutes," yelled Beth back. "That's what you said ten min... oh never mind." Beth smiled. She was looking forward to a night out and uncharacteristically for her, she decided to show off a little. Beth stood before her mirror in her underwea...
Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. N...
Women are the Bows, Men are the Hunters Women are the bow. They're curved, strung with care. They know they're beautiful, but it can get lonely...they have this string...and they know it's there for a really good reason, but they can't reach it themselves. The Hunter can't help looking at this creation and knowing she's constructed for one thing in particul...
I can no longer say that remember it as if it were yesterday, it has been a few years now. So this is as best as I remember a time that our lives really changed. I thought everything was going pretty well in our new family. Two gorgeous children. OK, yes, a mother's eyes are always biased. In my eyes our daughters are perfect in every way. Growing. Exploring...
Vanessa was standing outside of the makeshift classroom smoking one of the foul local cigarettes. She knew she shouldn't but she needed the fix. The thin mountain air made life as a smoker even harder. She ran her hand through her short nappy hair and along the shaved sides of her head. She took a hard drag on the cigarette and looked back at the school and...
Description: There is more than one way to reach nirvana, this is the tale of one woman's journey to the fringes of experience. There are transitional periods in life, markers that can point oneself in an utterly, new, and perhaps unsettling direction. Chapter One - Life She didn't know when she realized it, the sense of crushing ennui that finally shook...