I sat there looking at my phone for almost an hour before I finally worked up the nerve to text her. And even then I half-way hoped she wouldn't respond. Something was wrong with me I knew. This woman, a complete stranger, had come up to me at the carnival the other day and groped me in public. I should have hated it. I should have screamed and called the co...
PART FOUR: The Hidden Curriculum Jane Matthews stepped out of the smoke filled car and looked across at Elaine Phelps. She smiled, took another long puff on what remained of the cigarette in her gloved hand and dropped it, crushing it with her heeled boot. She exhaled through her nose and Elaine was transfixed as it drifted towards her across the car roof...
Author's note: The events in this chapter begin approximately five minutes after the departure of Mary from her mother's house, which was described at the end of Part One. This is a wholly fictional story, involving participants over 18 years of age. Everything that happens between the characters is consensual. Chapter Two. As soon as Mary rounded the corn...
The name is Lorelei Henderson. I'm a young black woman living in Boston. And my sex life sucks. Mainly because both men and women keep mistaking me for a lesbian. They think that unless I wear skirts, watch Lifetime movies and act girly, I must be a dyke. Give me a damn break, people. I'm an Original Woman. Alright? Not a popular culture amalgam. All my life...
My name is Carla Hayden. I'm a young biracial and queer-identified woman living in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Belfast, Northern Ireland, to Maeve Hayden, an Irish Catholic mother and Djamal Adewale, a Nigerian father who converted from Islam to Atheism. Presently, I study business administration at Carleton University....
Chapter one: Your new home It was a average day in August, the air was hot and humid and made your clothes sticky with sweat. You, John Doe sat in the back seat of a grey coloured taxi car "Where to boss man?" Asked the driver as he came to a fork in the dirt road which pointed north east and north west "north east" you said in monotone,...
They had not seen each other in weeks. She dressed as he had asked the black dress he adored her in and stiletto heels. She felt deliciously sexy as she opened the door to the porn shop he had told her to meet him at. It took a moment to adjust to the bright lights after coming in from the night but as her eyes began to focus she saw several men of various a...
"Hey, Rourke," I drawled as he entered the lounge, "What's up, sexy?" "Oh,..nothing." I could tell he had been smoking weed, he had a slight hint of the scent radiating from his skin. I gazed longingly at his smooth, tan skin as he made spaghetti in the kitchen. I waited for him to finish, dropping my eyes back down to the book I had been reading. I had w...
Note: though I do refer to some of the characters as "children," all of the characters in this story are over 18. "Goddammit Sam! Can you stop that!" Paul Archer has had enough. Every time he or his wife Claudia needs to find one of their children, they always wind up walking in on them masturbating. Whether it's Jeremy jerking off into h...
With great effort, the Helltaker journeyed into hell, bashed skeletons, kicked rocks, solved every puzzle, and ultimately, gathered the finest cuties throughout the netherworld into his own demon harem. Armed with nothing more than a sharp suit, sexy shades, a great chocolate pancake recipe, and the wit to pick the right dialogue options- or the grit to go t...