Woman Stories

The peeping tom – day three Compared to the other days so far this week I am late to get into the attic, it is nearly 08:30 . I open the window as normal, but I am not naked and ready to go, in all honesty I think I’ve missed the boat and everybody will be up and dressed and going about their business. I scan the neighbouring houses and there seems nothing is going on, but then, by chance, I catch movement in the corner o...

Standing there behind the small group that had gathered at the cemetery, I couldn’t help but feel sad for her. And at the same time, feel guilty. There she was, a beautiful woman at the young age of 19, four months pregnant and burying her husband of two years. I felt sad for her because no one should have to go through this type of thing, especially at this young age. I felt guilty because we, as adults, should have been...

Sticky Afternoonby Rajah Dodger (c) 1994, 2009     It was a sticky afternoon, and Karl was tired of waiting for the bus, tired of looking for work, just plain tired.  He tapped his fingers impatiently against his briefcase as he slouched against the building in the July heat.  He grumbled to himself from time to time about the short-sightedness of personnel managers who seemed to want fresh young (read: cheap) applicants...

The onshore wind blew the curtains aside and the breeze coming of the Benguela current was cool enough to make Paula’s nipples pucker. Late afternoon sun bouncing off the ocean coloured her naked body gold. Her breasts were firm and faced straight up when she laid on her back, the tan lines of a small bikini, visible. The white of her panties contrasted with the brown of her legs and belly. Sun streaked hair tumbled over...

As I was surfing the internet looking in the web for sex in chat sites,  I suddenly became  engaged chatting with a beautiful girl from Cordoba, México, but… I happened to be familiar with that town!  We continued like this and from there on we started to swing to Messenger in order to have a more stimulating chat. It came to my mind I never was lucky at this kind of contact, so I had to take it cool. The problem here was...

“Leaving….. “CH. 3Chapter 3So there she was. Flying towards utter misery with those haunting words ripping her heart apart …. now the time has come to leave you ... one more time let me kiss you. Megan’s flight to Kennedy International Airport had been a blur. She knew she had another flight to Albany, then by car to Hamilton in the middle of the state where Crestin University nestled in a quiet valley. At long last the J...

This story was a finalist in the Short Story Category of the ASSTR Golden Clitorides Awards 2005I was challenged by my husband to write a Male/male story instead of my more usual female oriented stories. This is my attempt and I stress that it is simply a story. There is no basis in fact and the characters are fictitious.All characters are of course of an age to comply with the requirements of Lushstories.com. What is tru...