“I wish I were going with you,” I complained, while I watched Dara put on her makeup for an afternoon shift at the Angel Room club. I was lying on the couch of her apartment, wrapped in a knitted blanket, trying to preserve the warmth she had left behind in the cushions for a few minutes longer. The TV was dark, the obscure rom-com she’d shared with me this morning long finished. “Can you imagine?” Dara giggled, pausing h...

Jenny and I met outside my building one afternoon for our private rendezvous. Even though we were on the street, she greeted me warmly, hugging and kissing me. For once, I didn’t care if anyone saw us. Jenny was my special friend, and I thought female friends could demonstrate their affection for each other. “My sweet Chloe, it’s so good to see you today. I so much want to be with you right now.” We didn’t linger long the...

My holiday weekend was planned a month ago. Memorial Day is always difficult for me. I lost my only child in Iraq, killed in action. I can’t believe it has been fifteen years since he was taken from me. My lifelong best friend knows this is a dark time for me and she invited me to join her for the weekend. I traveled to New York knowing I was in for several nights of debauchery. Betsy and I met in the second grade and we...

There was no way it was real. That name. Dara. That little string of numbers written next to it, quickly but with care. It was all a fiction of some sort. I couldn’t let myself fall into believing otherwise. She was a stripper, the woman who had written out those letters on the back of this business card and pressed it into my hand. Strippers were professional liars. That wasn’t a judgment against them, just a fact. There...

Though both of our hubbies traveled a lot, Fran and I couldn't get together that often. This evening, I drove over to Fran's place dressed in my favorite short red skirt and a skin-tight black pullover. Fran had come to expect me without underwear, and tonight was no exception. When she came to the door, she looked at my protruding nipples, handed me a glass of rose, and grabbed hers off an end table. Fran wore a see-thro...

I like it when you call me a slut; Might as well be my middle name. I'd really like to be your slut; Might as well be my claim to fame. God knows I've played the part before; And in truth, I've played it well. God knows I'm a proper little whore; That lonely, horny, easy girl. Everyone's always called me slut; As if the term is meant to hurt I've always thought myself a slut; Frankly, I rather like the word. So it might a...

When I got home from work on Thursday evening, Inge was very excited to tell me of her new discovery. Of course, we had been using a washbowl to take strip washes in my room but Inge and the girls had discovered the local public baths! The original function of this service was for local people to wash their clothes and bathe themselves. Much of the accommodation available to poorer people was Victorian terraced housing an...

“Good morning, and happy Saint Valentine’s Day, girls!” Reverend James began his sermon with particular emphasis, making his way up the aisle of the school chapel to the pulpit. “Can anyone here tell me what this day is all about?” It was my last semester at True Light School for Girls, and Valentine’s Day had happened to fall on a Sunday this year. I was sure that what I knew of this notoriously lascivious day was not th...

It had been a week since Inge, Lani and Tanya turned up unannounced at my bedsit. They had called up to me from the alleyway behind the shop above which I lived. I was amazed to see Inge as we had met on a student holiday over two years ago and, although we wrote to each other on a regular basis, our letters were full of teenage love rubbish! I thought our correspondence would fizzle out and I would never see her again. I...