***Special Thanks to Jarrod, Corey, and Dezi.. you were all a big help! Love ya!*** * * * * * Angelique looked around, stretching slightly as she sighed. Her long, straight black hair hung at her mid back as she pulled it into a ponytail. She placed her books off to the side, adjusting her glasses on the end of her nose. She looked out her window upon hea...
This story has taken a different path from the original conception thanks to feedback from one reader. While it would have been nice if the comment had not been anonymous and maybe a little more polite, it did at least spur me into writing the next instalment from a different perspective and this is the result. As always, your constructive feedback is great...
The spring semester was winding down, which meant that all sophomore English composition projects must be submitted by the second week of May. There I was, sitting in my home office chair, sorting through undergraduate e-mails and checking off my roster of submitters. As I made my way down to the "T's," my pencil horizontally scanned across to the name liste...
THIS STORY AS ALL OTHERS BY THIS AUTHOR ARE 100% TRUE ACCOUNTS OF OUR FUN. ENJOY! My friend Angel invited me over for a "slumber party". While I haven't been to one of those since I was a teenager, the thought of hanging out, doing nails, talking girl talk sounded like a fun time. The night started out with drinks and girl talk. Angel looking yummy in h...
The discovery of the 2 girls totally unconscious on the bed set off a flurry of activity at the hotel. All the maids that ran into the room at first thought the 2 girls had been the victims of foul play. One of them finally noticed that each girl was breathing as another maid called for the manager. The manager burst into the room a few minutes later and t...
Karlene always worked late, except on Fridays. Fridays she left at noon and headed to a special location in the city. Today was Wednesday, and it was after six pm. Through her office window she could see the increased rush-hour traffic moving through the city, but she focused on her view of the river and the mountains beyond. She had a corner office in the i...
Sara is my wife. Now, I don't mean to get all in a huff and political, but that's how it is. I changed my last name, moved in with her, and am, in every fashion, for her. My name is Shelby, and I lay each night with an angel. Sara and I met online. Risky, we know, but it wasn't like we sought one another out in some lesbian single's site or on some horrible...
This story is my first new piece of fiction in over ten years and was inspired by a request from a kind reader of my first posting: 'The Salon Pt. 01' I love suggestions for new stories and can't wait to find out where future, yet-to-written installments will take us. As always your feedback is greatly appreciated. ***** Not for the first time Marion felt...
Author's Note It's been a while since I've written a big ole slow-burning sappy as hell romance, and I think it's long past due. Plenty of passion in this one too, but it takes a while to get there. As usual, all characters are over the age of eighteen, and you should be too if you're reading this. Enjoy! WaxPhilosophic * Cilantro and Onions I...
Sara giggled, her long arms wrapped around her girlfriend's deliciously plump frame, and pulled Cassie on top of her. She mercilessly smooched the squirming woman, as Cassie herself laughed and tried to fight back. "Angel, stop! I really do, honest!" the shorter woman cried out, trapped in her partner's strong yet gentle grip. She pouted and wriggled a lit...