Part 2b: Jenny's Story (My thanks goes out to all those who have sent me feedback and letters of encouragement. Your messages have fed my fickle muse and inspired me to keep writing. Thanks again and please keep the messages coming!) Feedback most welcome. ---*--- Getting my Chevy Nova running again was an embarrassingly simple task. While mom stated hom...
Reader, this is a black on white lesbian story with an interracial heterosexual event near the end. ***** Monica Sears was sat cross legged at her desk in her class room. She was facing the front but her eyes were in the corners to the left, and they were on her teacher. She was waiting for her to swing her eyes around the class again before coming to re...
Author's notes: To my small group of loyal fans, I am sorry it took so long for this installment. These chapters become larger than expected and I lose track of time. Instead of having you wait even longer, I've broken it apart so I can continue with less pressure. As always, my sincere thanks for your continued interest. XOXO Cymoril. ***** Friday was...
A sequel now then to my first-person present-tense "Redefining Punishment," with a short accompanying companion poem. *** October 11th, 8:36 a.m. It has been exactly five months since Mommy, p.k.a. Mistress Helen, has "adopted" me as her slave-puppy-daughter. I have since over this summer left any remnants of my past life behind. I am still essentially...
Joey Stiller pulled a little pink T-shirt over her head and shook her mousy brown hair out before pausing quickly to check her reflection in the mirror and grabbing her car keys. Her deep green eyes stared back from the freckled face in the mirror. The pink T-shirt was one of her favourites; it was tight enough to bare a little of her tanned midriff and to h...
The morning news from CNN bounced off my subconscious while I made coffee. (CNN)'....North Korea rattling sabre again....' I don't know WHY I was making coffee, other than it was a habit I'd picked up in the 15 years of my now-failing marriage to John Anderson. (CNN)'....Corrupt New Jersey cop sought in slaying....' I'd never enjoyed the bitter taste of coff...
Becca tilted her chin toward the sun and inhaled deeply as its ambient warmth kissed her skin. The soft orange glow penetrated her eyelids filling her with a sense of calm, the likes of which she hadn't felt in days. She bathed in the sun's rays and as she stood there in a moment of silent meditation she felt the tension in her neck and back unwind. All of h...
Author's Note: This could have been titled "Bedding the Boss Pt. 03" but is intended to be a stand-alone story that happens to begin soon after parts one and two left off. And, whereas parts one and two were very much interdependent (and more or less lifted from a full-length novel) this adventure is almost exclusively new material, with a storyline in its o...
This is a story about unexpected love, about life lived with a blindfold obscuring a glorious reality... Parties are successful sometimes, aren't they? But does everyone look back and say the same thing? To this day I keep telling people – Stephie in particular – that I'm not so sure my party was a great success in itself. But between you and me? Ah, now t...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE We spent Monday night in my bed then, significantly, Tuesday to Thursday nights in Dave's. I bit my tongue and didn't comment on that, but saw it as good. My host's room was no longer out of bounds for me. I was back in the fold. Yippee!! Sex wasn't confined to the bedroom, either. We had our Wednesday evening meal in the pub and then,...