Most life changing moments come without warning, and that rule also applied to Lisa’s sudden appearance in Helen’s life. Though it wasn’t accompanied with any crashing or wailing or fanfares one would expect to accompany any life altering point in time. In fact, only after a long time Helen would recognize that this, and not one of the many events that followed it, already was her moment of doom.Not that the moment wasn’t...

Amanda’s Bar was slowly filling up, as was usual on Fridays. It was a good place to start the weekend. The drinks were both good and affordable, and the music was quiet enough that you could held a conversation without shouting. And, though nobody knew exactly how or why it had happened, the regular crowd was made up mostly of lesbians with the odd gay couple thrown in. It had become something like our second living room....

When I did the dishes, now with a full stomach, I hummed a little tune I had heard and liked in the radio, but not gotten the name of. It felt a bit strange, doing it naked, especially when the corner of the towel brushed against my nipples or tummy. Something I hadn’t experienced before, the touch too soft and flighty to be felt through clothes.All too soon I was finished and traipsed out into the living room. Jess and C...

Much has been said about Cordelia Channings, but it usually boiled down to one fact - she was a queen bee. She had the aura and arrogance to make her peers fall all over each other to fulfill her every whim, and she knew it and took advantage of it. She was also sixteen and, while already becoming a woman in her own right, still carried the playful and innocent complexion of youth. She was tall, blond, lean and tanned, an...

Wrapped up in sweat’s moist blanketmy naked body lies atop the table.Bound tight, an ornament, a trinket,my lips are gagged and incommunicable. Soft fingers touch me like a featherand stir wet heat between my naked thighs.Then splat! The burning touch of leather.I jerk and whimper and my breathing flies. Drool trickles down my cheeks and chin,shame makes my body burn and flush.You see it, dip your finger in, and grin.A tr...

It had been my guilty pleasure for a few months by then, though my hands were clammy and my heart beat like mad each time I could find the nerve to actually go through with it. Yes, it felt exhilarating, and it gave me the most intense orgasms of my short life, but I also felt depraved and carried a bad conscience afterwards. However, something about it was addicting.I was sure by then that something was seriously wrong w...

I should have shown some compassion. At least I should have held back my sarcastic comments and kept from twisting the knife in Anne’s wound. In hindsight, I was a lousy friend to her, and the outcome of the whole thing makes my guilty conscience even worse. But back then I was tipsy after the one or other glass of wine too many, and when Anne had confessed that she had licked the pussy of Mrs. Harding, our - old, grey-ha...

“I don’t think I ever could, Mistress.” My fingers flitted across the keyboard, my bottom lip captured tightly between my front teeth. “So you’re comfortable with spending your life in the closet, admiring girls from the far and settling into a relationship with a guy you’ll not even like that much, just to keep up with the illusion, little one?” That was cruel, stabbing her finger into the wound I had laid bare. The smil...

Volunteering for two hundred spanks! I could now be sure that I was ape-shit crazy, and when a giggling Jen confirmed that thought, I realised that I had spoken it out loud. “How are we going to do it?” asked a chipper Mandy from across the room, where she was just locking away my diary. “Over the knee?” “However you like,” Liz answered with a grin, “though having her on all fours on the bed does have its appeals. I want...

“You only gave me two plates, Jess.” The nap had been all too short, and now I stood in the middle of the kitchen, still naked on my best friend’s insistence, plates in hands and feeling increasingly awkward. “I know, just put them next to the stove and set the rest out on the far ends of the table.” With a shrug I did, set out the silverware and fetched two glasses from the cupboard, filling them with sparkling water and...

“C’mon,” Jess urged me, pulling me into a tight embrace, “pour your heart out. What’s happened?” “I - I’ve.” I hiccuped between sobs, unable to formulate the words to describe my misery. Instead, I buried my head into my best friend’s shoulder and cried some more. It took me a few minutes of having my back rubbed soothingly to get my composure back, but finally, the tears subsided and I slowly extricated myself from her e...

The whole thing was stupid, and I really wanted to be somewhere, anywhere else. But I had agreed to the sleepover at Mandy’s, and she hadn’t allowed me to go back on my word. Thus I was stuck with spending the evening with her, that stuck-up bitch Jen, a strange goth called Liz whom I didn’t know at all and had only gotten some glimpses of at school, and to round up things in the worst possible way, Naomi. Not that Naomi...