You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag?nnThe larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll enjoy, but it is not a perfect system. Story Tags – keywords and key phrases that relate to a specific story – are a complement to the current categories. nnStory Tags are placed at the end of your story. When a reader clicks on a tag, it takes him or her to a list of other stories which also have that phrase or word as a tag. What tags you use can determine just how easy it is for interested readers to find your story (or poem – see the end of this piece for Poem Tag suggestions).nnFor example, suppose your story centers around a virgin girl in college who is caught masturbating by her roommate. This confrontation leads to her first lesbian experience, then to a threesome with her roommate's boyfriend. Possible tags for this story could include:ncollegencoednlesbian first timenfemale masturbationnFFMntwo women one mannfemale virginnthreesomenbisexual femalenroommatennThe best tags are ones that are descriptive and specific. "Female Masturbation" is a better tag than "Masturbation", but "Female Masturbating By A Tree Near A School" is a bit long and overly specific. nnWhat Not to put as Story Tags:n- Your author name.n- The story's title.n- The category in which the story is posted.n- Words or phrases that have nothing to do with your story. If there are no public blowjobs in your story but you use "public blowjob" as a tag, you risk receiving low votes and angry comments from readers looking for public blowjobs.n- Generics like "sex", "man", or "woman".

Dorothy Michaels sat in classes all day wondering how her mother was going to take her news. How was she going to tell her in the first place? Would she be open minded to something like that? Dorothy couldn't help it. She figured that that was the way she was, and she had to accept it. Her mother would have to accept it also.nn'She could forget about grandchildren,' Dorothy thought.nnJust because she never had sex with boys, was she a lesbian? Just because she was attracted to her best friend, Jessica Chalmers, did that make her a lesbian?nnShe's been out on dates before, but she' had to tell all the guys "no," she wasn't that 'kind of a girl.' nnWhat kind of a girl was she?nnShe masturbated frequently, but always thinking of her beautiful friend. She got chills every time she was near her.nnSo, was this eighteen year old virgin a lesbian?nnShe was definitely confused by this whole mess.nnBut today was the day. She was going to confront her mother with this news. Maybe she would be understanding.nnAs the last bell rang Dorothy swallowed hard.nn'Here we go.

This is not a true story. But if it were, would you be surprised?nn* * * * * *nnTHE FEELINGS BEGINnnAnn Coulter, political firebrand, stood in front of her bathroom mirror and dropped her shorts. Her nicely shaved, completely bare pussy gleamed in the light. She admired her pussy in the mirror, turning to different angles to see its smoothness. She lightly touched the crack in the middle, feeling the warm furrow that was now bereft of hair. She pushed her finger in and wiggled it around. Then she brought her finger to her nose and sniffed.nn"Good," she said to her reflection. "No sign of odor." She looked at the can of Fem-B-Gone on her vanity. The words on the can read, "Leaves no trace of unwanted feminine odor." Indeed, it had done its job well, so well that her friends down at the Center for Traditional Womanhood jokingly called it Tuna-B-Gone. nnThere was no longer any sign that her cunt was that of a grownup woman. Ann knew that her can of Fem-B-Gone was produced en masse in China, where poverty-stricken people worked with dangerous fumes and bad working conditions just so that she could turn her pussy into a slick ad for the fashion-chemical business. She admired the economic efficiency and the profit that this product entailed.nnShe returned to admiring her bald cunt. Then she turned around and stuck out her bony rear end. She spread the cheeks and ran her fingers up and down her crack. It, too, was smooth.

Stephanie had lived on the vineyard her parents owned for most of her childhood years. As it was a large estate she didn't have anyone to interact with other than her younger sister, Sally. They were taught primary schooling from their Mother and took tests by mail. However, for a high school education at the time Stephanie was ready, the only option was to go to boarding school so her parents selected the best girls college in the city, about 400 kilometers from their house. She packed all her things and was taken to her new school feeling unsure about what to expect. When she arrived, she was greeted by a pretty young teacher who helped her to her room. For the first year, all the new girls shared a supervised dorm so the got to know each other. Stephanie felt strangely comfortable in her new surroundings, and she enjoyed her classes. The only thing that bugged her a bit were the uniforms. She was used to jeans and tee shirts at home, now she had to ware a pleated skirt knee-high stockings a satin blouse and jacket with a purple silk scarf. The school even had matching lingerie that the girls had to ware. They could choose between bra and panties with suspenders, french-knickers with camisoles or teddies, but they always had to be wearing them. Stephanie didn't think much of it at first, but in her second year at the school she was put in an unsupervised room with a girl two years ahead of her. This was when her real education began.nnThe older girl, Natalie, told Stephanie that she was a lesbian. She knew what that meant of-course, but she didn't know why Natalie told her, so she inquired. Natalie said that after three years at 'Queen Victoria Girls College' she couldn't be anything else.nn"You see Steph, at this school, the only time we get to see the outside world is at Christmas, so for the other 11 months we only have each other."nnShe was right, Stephanie hadn't realised but she only left for one month over the holidays, that didn't mean they had school the whole time, just that the other breaks came in the school grounds. She didn't mind that Natalie was gay, actually she liked it.