All my stories so far, have been drawn from some sort of personal event or situation in my life. I haven't written a story in a fair while because nothing had happened of note. Something in my life, though it happened years ago, finally hit me recently, and this was borne of it. ------------------------------------------------- I hope it's peaceful where y...
When I woke up on Sunday, my alarm ringing shrilly from my cell phone, I was face down on a male chest. I scrambled up into a sitting position and reached for the phone on the floor. "Shit" I muttered as I registered the time. It was five am and I started work at six. I jumped to my feet and started searching around the unconscious bodies on the floor to fi...
I dreamed of you last night... We were having coffee at our favourite place, Dantalions, in the city. You are dressed conservatively, in a well cut business suit, purple of course, a pale blouse and high heels. Our meeting, although innocent of intent, had progressed from friendly conversation to the subtle touch of your hand against my arm, my hand aga...
Art speaks: When Kat came home from her visit to the beach, there was little in her look to suggest that anything untoward might have happened. Ok, there was just a trace of that "cat who ate the canary" smile that seemed to flash across her face and then disappear again. Half of me wanted to burst out with questions and teases about the day's journey to he...
Y.Z.: You have done it again. Took me higher and higher into my sweet personal ecstasy with your hands and your words, those damned beautiful eyes and genuine smile, your empty promises, and then I slammed into a brick wall. The only difference this time is that I knew that brick wall would be there waiting for me. So yes, I will admit I'm ultimately a brok...
On my 21st birthday I decided at the last minute to have a get together. Not a big party, just a few friends. I went over to our neighbors, Marcy and Brandi, to see if they wanted to come over. Marcy was the only one there and she said she would be over. She didn't know when Brandi would be back, but she would let her know. I called up Zach, my buddy from hi...
As Salam Alaikum, folks. My name is Abdirashid Ismail, and I'm a young Somali Muslim man living in the City of Gothenburg, Sweden. There are over forty thousand people of Somali descent living in Sweden, and for this reason, we're among the most oppressed minorities there. Lots of Arabs and Turks also make their home in Sweden, but it's us Somalis that most...
"Tom, what do we have going on this weekend?" Maggie called out her husband who sitting in his recliner in the other room. "I'm playing golf with the guys Saturday morning, but other than that I don't think we have any plans. Why?" Tom replied. "Just a moment Dear," Maggie yelled. "I'm on the phone with Joyce." Maggie and Tom are a married couple in their...
NOTE: Each of the characters in this story is 18 or older. *** When Emma Heart woke up on the 13th day of February, she was fairly confident she understood the world around her. The president was a dick, the teachers at her school were mostly dicks, she had a dick, things like that were all classified as "fact". Right alongside these statements were the f...
My master dresses me in the morning. Black pumps, black pencil skirt, and a black turtleneck to conceal my collar. She washes me, shaves my legs. Puts on my lipstick. My glasses. We look like any other professional couple riding the train to work. My master reads the paper and I play hearts on my phone. The jostling makes the anal beads sing inside me. She...