My gift, it comes not in a boxbut still it’s packaged, neat and tight.It’s coated with a sheen of sweat,gleams with desire in soft light.My gift, it’s opened all the wayso you don’t need to ask and guess.Touch it however it does please,it’s yearning for y...
If you think ticket girls sell vouchers for sightseeing tours or admission slips, you’re on the wrong track, though you’re not really to blame. No, ticket girls, that’s what we secretly used to call ourselves, we being Mona and me, Christy. It sounded a l...
It was a game we played, and nothing more. Some flighty teases here, some forbidden glimpses there, dropping my purse and bending over, making sure my short dress rode up to reveal more of creamy thighs and butt cheeks than considered proper or allowing g...
“Hi, Mrs. Greenberg, I’m Allie, I’m here to do the weeding!” I smiled brightly at the tall, gray-haired woman in the dark blue gown that opened the door to the mansion. The way she looked me up and down spoke volumes, and when her eyebrow went up and she...
I had been an on-and-off member of SLUT for the last half year, sometimes attending a few evenings in a row, sometimes doing my own thing for weeks, but I felt that this, somehow, didn’t sit right with Angie, my roommate. She had introduced me to Wetwood...
When you’ve had too little sleep, the world around you seems to be moving at a different speed from you, and everything seems distant and hidden behind a vibrant haze. It is worse when you have spent hour after endless hour at the edge of the most intense...
I was nervous like hell. We had chatted endlessly about it, and what I had felt when she had proposed a visit at my place had been astonishment at her trust in me and growing excitement. I had pictured the moment and planned all kinds of things to enterta...
The ropes in which I hung allowed only for the slightest hint of dangling movement, but to me, in my excited state, it felt like the whole world was rocking back and forth. I swallowed hard, my eyes alternating between the wicked looking riding crop in Mr...
I hated Em, and hated even more that I was stuck inside the cramped dorm room with her for the whole senior year at high school. I hated cheerleaders in general, but her even more. She was a bitch, that pretty, perfect looking kind of girl everyone took f...
FridayKatieThe Lufthansa 737 hurtled down London Gatwick's north easterly runway, its two turbofan engines effortlessly propelling it off the tarmac and into the bright blue winter sky. Once airborne, it slowly banked to the right, pointing its nose out o...
Ms. Marietta Miller was a slave driver in the old sense. She tolerated no slacking, didn’t allow breaks and made you redo your work if she found just the tiniest mistake. And all this even though she wasn’t old -- in fact, she was the second youngest in t...
The ingredients were all there, I swear - an artfully decorated buffet overflowing with deliciousness, bottles of champagne and beautiful people in their best age and dressed in their finest clothes, hyped up by the promise of a new year with new opportun...
A tiny chapel, made of wood and painted in a warm, dark red, was perched on one of Iceland’s little rolling hills close to the sea. Small white crosses stood in neat, short rows and made long shadows in midsummer’s endless dawn. An old woman knelt before...
My heart criesand a dove fliesand carries love where you are.My heart burnsas the tide turnsand washes love on your shore.My heart breaksand my soul achesfor you should never feel pain.***I stole a smile, once,one of a million ones,out of pure greedfrom y...
I hadn’t seen her before, and like always when meeting someone I wasn’t familiar with, I became tongue-tied. Though today, for some unfathomable reason, my awkward shyness was even worse. I had decided to come first thing in the morning before the big rus...
