I've always obsessed with same sex couples. I identify myself as bi so that may have something to do with it. Although I like boy on boy couples better then girl. After finding this spot I think I've got a new obsession to feed the one I already had.

With a new obsession I've got और to think about. What will this one lead me? Sometimes I wonder if this obsession is based on the fact that I'm bi या if it's just a fantasy. In some ways it's just a कल्पना cause I like things like डिज़्नी Femslush and याओइ better than the real thing. If I see a couple gays या लेज़्बीयन right in front of me I don't...

Chapter 1: Off the Rails

She came to on a wooden bunk in a gently swaying room, the barking cries of burly men echoing on the wind. Her head was pounding from the strike that had rendered her unconscious. Like the tide coming in, Belle felt her mind piecing things together; one horrifying scene after another. Gaston had been exciting the crowd into a Beast-hunting frenzy. She’d shown them all her friend’s visage in the एनचांटेड mirror, trying to stop the chain of unfortunate events from spiraling out of control. Of course, her thoughtless reaction had only made matters worse.

“Oh God,...

Rapunzel was devastated over the fact that her dreams to see the world with Flynn were shattered. He was her everything and finally he was gone from her life forever. But she wasn't about to let stop her. She was determined to find someone else. And sure enough she did for the सेकंड she returned to her tower after burying Flynn, Ariel was already in her tower. Hello. How can i help you? asked Rapunzel. Oh. Oh my. आप nearly scared me half to death. कहा Ariel, backing up slowly. Don't be afraid. कहा Rapunzel. Anyways, i saw आप checking out my tower and wanted to know if आप needed anything....

*This is a lovely femslash i read somewhere on fanfiction.net. Go to the website, click movie, then scroll and find sleeping beauty. there are plently of good stories there, i will post the rest of this story if आप like, its my favorite:)*



I cannot move.

It is perhaps the worst feeling in the world to be completely aware of one's miserable circumstances and completely unable to do anything about them.

I want to run. Pace. Beat against the walls of my prison. But I cannot even see where I am. All I can see is the back of my eyelids. It is as if I were asleep.

I do not know how long I have been...