"Liz! Why aren't you ready yet? Ughhhh!" groaned Jayme as she stormed into my hotel room. "What's the hold up? C'mon Liz. Everybody is waiting on us at the spot." It's our college homecoming weekend and my best friend Jayme is the least patient person in the world—at least I think so. We met back during orientation our freshman year of college and have been...
You were sitting in the living room, playing one of your games on a game console. I didn't have a clue what it was called, neither the game, nor the console. I didn't like that kind of games, but preferred table top games. I was sitting in the garden, cross-legged on the grass, reading a novel while the spring sun was keeping me warm. One of our cats was lyi...
Sometimes I woke up from dreams that felt all too real. From a family I thought I should know. Friends. Their faces are blurry in my dreams and I try hard, in the dreams, to make their faces come into focus but it all just slips away. Thio has left me alone this week. He comes and goes, but no wild room changes or snapping fingers. I admit, it has been nice...
Natasha was heartbroken. But she wasn't going to let her asshole of an ex-boyfriend ruin her Friday night. This week had been their eight month anniversary and he had called her up and told her he loved someone else. Asshole. She had just received her bonus and was planning on gifting him something special but now, there was no need. She'd spent the last t...
I lay in the tub, letting the suds and hot water drape over my sore body. Aaron was worried. I knew it. I had been playing up the sick thing a bit too much. I was distant. I needed to tone it down. But it was hard. It was hard to be present. It felt like a lie. Being present, here, with my husband felt like a lie. What was the truth? I thought about Frank...
Chapter 0: Context Author's Note: This is one hundred percent fiction and there will be no happy endings. I couldn't say exactly what it was that happened in my head that I would allow myself to come to the situation I currently find myself in. Curiosity certainly was a factor; a sense of emotional wanderlust -- if I wanted to get philosophical -- wouldn'...
"Oh, come on, stop worrying so much. So what if someone gets a look at the bottom of your butt? Isn't that kinda the point anyway?" It took me quite a while to realize how true that quote from Mean Girls really was: 'Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.' Well, it seemed...
Yvonne here: I really have retired from writing with a second baby here. Vanessa and Jerry brought me this story fully finished. Erin helped them polish it for publication and asked me to post it using my account. I'll turn things over to Jerry to tell the story, although you'll hear several voices in the story. Jerry (Vanessa's husband) here. Vanessa and I...
Note: Although you can read all chapters by themselves, we recommend that you start reading in the order of the chapters, as this is a saga of love, humiliation, pain and pleasure that benefits from being read in the proper order. Hope you enjoy it and like to share your comments. ***** I thought I would get a quiet, restful day. Mary was gone to work and...
Morning broke into Shawna's room and stabbed her in the eyes as she slept. She squinted against the assault as she gathered her senses. She threw an arm over her eyes to block the sun, her shirt flashed white as the silk covered her face. The pulses and pressure behind her eyes clouded out anything close to rational thought for a few moments longer. Her mo...