This story has a special meaning for me, and I hope you like it. I still cry at the end of it. PART ONE The Jaguar broke down half way between Albany and New York, a gray day, gray sky, smell of rain in the trees. And Beth thinking: Not here, not here in the middle of nowhere. She sat behind the wheel in the parking lot of a windblown rest stop, people wi...
[Authors Note: The term cunny is prevalent in the anonymous erotic fiction of Edwardian England. It is roughly analogous to the word pussy and is used in this manner. None of my research revealed a similar term that is congruent with the time period of this story, which is late 17th century. If any of my readers know of a less anachronistic term I would grea...
*** Week Four *** I awoke Monday with a jolt -- crap, the band box, my empty bed, and sore. Gloriously, satisfyingly sore. Stand in the shower, let the hot water beat down on me and smile sore. Use my fingers to coax a spend, blissfully and thoroughly sore. Think of Lily and all that the weekend had been sore. Dress, drive, stop for coffee, and hurry to wor...
Note that the following events took place in the late 1980s to the early 1990s, before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. *** "Did Col. Stevens say what he wanted to see me about?" I asked, wondering what could be going on. "No," said Cheryl, "b...
Part 1: Maid service Claire Madigan is an eighteen-year old beauty from Tucson, Arizona. After taking up golf at the age of nine, she soon showed the natural talent that would earn her an LPGA card at seventeen. Now out of high school, her first year on the pro tour has yielded four top ten finishes including a second at the Players and a tie for third at...
Note: All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18. Wendy was a nerdy high school student who had few friends. She had low confidence despite having great looks: shoulder-length blond hair, a beautiful face, brilliant blue eyes, a great body with the right curves at the right places. Despite her mousy look and demeanor, some guys have had hit...
Happy holidays! This is the final chapter for the mission of the heart series. I hope you guys like it! I hope you guys had a good Christmas and good year! -YoursTruly101 ----------- ("The deal is done," the dark figure said, sitting behind the desk. "You know what must be happen." The female figure looked at her, pleading. "I know it's done," she said...
Hello friend. Welcome to Chapter Five of my series, Wheels In Motion. If you haven't read Chapters One through Four, then... You know what? You do you, my friend. If you want to go into this chapter blind and be all confused and stuff, that's your jam? Who am I to stop you? I hope you enjoy this chapter, however you got here. As always, this chapter o...
Prologue Deline took the bottle of old Grand Dad 101 and gently putting it her lips she eased the bottle back and took a drink. The fluid burned as it flowed down her throat causing her to lean forward and nearly dropped the bottle as she coughed from reflex. "Newbie!" Mary Winston and Shelly Hargrove two of her 'best friends' had come over for a sleep ove...
The germ of the idea for this began when I read a story by another author on Lit that was set at Burning Man. Having been to over five Burns, to me that story felt more like someone writing about rumors and hearsay. Admittedly, everyone experiences Burning Man in a different way, so maybe that was somebody's. If so, I'm glad it wasn't mine or I wouldn't have...