Lucene releases my skull, and I fall forward, face-first into the muddy grass of the graveyard. I stay prone, waiting for another blow to land, but nothing happens so I tentatively crawl up to all fours. Through my aching ribs, I manage to half-mumble, “I don’t know who I’m supposed to be any more.” I lift my gaze but can't look at her. Shame swirls. “What’s wrong with me?” She circles to crouch in front of me and sighs....

It’s quite remarkable how much better sound carries at night than during the daytime. That’s how I knew Cheryl and Amanda were coming to my house before they rang the doorbell, and how I was able to get my top off before they rang it. The look of surprise on their faces was completely worth it. “Evening, ladies. Glad you could make it.” “Clarissa…you’re not wearing a shirt.” Amanda’s eyes looked ready to pop out of her he...

It was quite late when I woke up. After all, it had been a late finish to the sexiest party I'd ever attended so it was understandable. Bibi and Hazel were still asleep so I just lay between them, staring at the ceiling. I heard some distant noises, the clinking of crockery and cutlery from the kitchen. Someone must have been down there so I'd be able to get a cup of tea. I managed to climb out of bed without disturbing t...

Kat - short for Katai - is looking typically gorgeous. She’s got a maxi slip skirt on, a tawny colour covered in little polka dots, and a simple white shirt. I’ll bet at least one of the two pieces is Marks and Sparks. Her heritage is one of the hill tribes in northern Thailand - she’s tall, a bit boyish, willowy, small-breasted - so longish skirts really suit her. She loves to play up to her tall Asian style by being the...

It wasn’t just the cool night air that made me shiver as I stood there, arms suspended above my head and unable to do anything but wait for whatever Violet had planned, whimpering softly every time I heard a sound, whether it was the wind moving through the leaves of the oak tree or the cry of a bird of prey overhead. After a while I really was scared and my imagination began to go a little wild. Was she still here, watch...

At this relatively early evening hour–early for a college dormitory, at least–an excited pair of feet scampered along a carpeted corridor on the fourth floor of Howard Hall, until they reached the closed door of a dorm room. A tan hand reached out and turned the handle, and a curvaceous Latina beauty slid herself through the opening and shut the door behind her. “Well?” Jacqueline demanded, jumping up from the bed. “Where...