Chelsea Manning had gotten out of a nice hot shower. She wrapped a long, extra wide towel around her body. Once Chelsea got into her room, she closed her door and stood in front of a mirror. Chelsea dropped her towel and gazed at her body. Chelsea was a beautiful African American girl. At 18, she had long black straight hair, large hazel eyes, a medium size...
The Beginning I just graduated high school and was playing with the idea of majoring in psychology in college though my parents were absolutely against it. For three years I've studied psychology on my own; I've probably read around thirty books and as many articles throughout my high school years. The only way my parents were going to let me major in psych...
"Miss Saunders!" I snapped out of my daydream to Dr. Morrell standing over me and the rest of the class giggling. I blushed and hoped that Dr. Morrell didn't know I had been thinking of him, again. "Miss Saunders, I just asked the class what major event started WWII. Would you like to enlighten us?" Dr. Morrell asked. "Germany invaded Poland," I answere...
It was my first semester of college. I had just gotten out of high school and wasn't looking forward to starting school again. I had been accepted to a University in the neighboring city. I didn't think I was ready to start college just yet, but I knew if I didn't start right then, I might never start. So, I toughed it out and made it through mid-semester. I...
This is purely a work of fiction written as a first account story. But based on many years of real personal experiences, conversations with many people, reading online experiences/forums and basic knowledge of human psychology. ***** I am a woman in late 30s and a qualified Nurse Practitioner. Married with 2 children. I got into nursing though I was inter...
Erotic Pain Stimulation = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = This story was inspired by a conversation with a friend. He was working in his office at home one evening when his laser printer suddenly spit out three or four sheets of paper that he hadn't printed. Since it was accessible through his home network, he assumed that his wife had printed out so...
Author's Note: If you are wondering about the decimal, it's because I don't consider this a full entry. Its short idea I had for these characters and then banged out over an afternoon. A full chapter is in the making. And while I'm noting things, please keep in mind this is not being written for educational purposes. I am aware of the mangling of psychology...
A Brief Preface: It's been a hectic time. I have several really long complicated stories at various stages of completion, but this one just emerged out of nowhere so I got it down on paper before I lost it. Hope you enjoy it. * It's all hindsight I guess. I came home late, after 9:00 p.m., and found my loving wife wasn't home. She hadn't left a message,...
Amber Okazaki looked around in the small classroom in the Psychology Department located on the second floor of Franz Hall at UCLA. With only 17 other students, many seats were available in the classroom which seated 30. Amber took a seat towards the back of the room, noticing that the awkward, self-conscious French exchange student, Pierre, was sitting in th...
Twenty-three-year-old Kimberly moves into your neighborhood and is looking for you. Rewritten, revised, and continued from Chapter 01: I can't even ride the bus or the subway without some man standing over me and trying to look down my low cut top at my cleavage and my bra. Only, with me no one's victim, if only men knew that I was deliberately flashing th...