Female power Stories

The project manager pushed her apartment door shut, the sound reverberating through the empty space. Ensuing quiet was punctuated only by the subtle hum of the refrigerator and muffled cacophony of traffic twenty stories below. "Another day of endless meetings and forced smiles," she muttered, feeling tension knotting her shoulders. Thoughts raced with the day's events: strained laughter at her boss's poor jokes, furtive...

The Queen singled me out from the rubble of girls that she had carried off from what was now a smouldering ruin, but used to be the, visually at least, resplendent city-state of Amberstrat. I didn't stand out from the rest, except perhaps in looking even more rugged. I was just the first to raise my hand when she asked if any among us knew how to read and write. I regretted my initiative as soon as my hand went up and her...

Months of discussion, research and vetting, by her husband Bob, of potential subjects had led up to this moment. Ever since that Stepping Stones weekend with Joe and Samantha, a new light had shone in Hannah; one of expectation and anticipation. And if that heady mix of feeling had not been enough over the months, it was certainly enough now to set her nipples tingling and her juices to dampen her labia as she waited upst...