The characters in the following story are my own, created for my story "The Adventures of Ultra Woman and Mega Girl." I thought it might be fun to take them out for a bit more fun. * "Damn, who could that be at this hour?" Abigail Stone thought as the phone by her bed rang mercilessly. Normally a phone call, even at this late hour, wouldn't have bothered...
This part of Jody's version covers the missing months between Stolen Moments and Smoldering Fire. If this is received well then next I am writing the missing year next... So, make sure to favorite, star, comment etc... As always thank-you readers!! ******************* Our girls' weekend hadn't gone exactly as I planned, but it was still as close to perfe...
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon as Donna Travers returned home from the grocery store to her pleasant San Francisco flat, only to discover that her gorgeous-18-year-old girlfriend had arrived there before her, and was currently lying, stretched-out on her stomach across the older woman's large & luxurious four-poster bed, wearing only a tiny white bra & pan...
The low hum of conversation hovered in the air as the waiter appeared at the table with a South African rosé. The tables were decorated with a rich cream tablecloth, a decorative centrepiece and two long-stemmed red roses kissing each other in a thin vase. The waiter opened the bottle and poured a small amount in Louise's glass. She smiled as she swirled the...
Welcome dear readers to this, my erotic lesbian romantic ghost story and entry for the "HALLOWEEN STORY CONTEST 2015". I hope you will enjoy reading it but I feel I should warn t you that it is a lengthy story -- for those who have read some of my other work I hope this means you'll think "Oh goody!" and not "Oh no, not again!" My thanks, as ever, to my wo...
--Preface-- Once again, thank you all for your feedback and comments -- they are what motivate me to keep writing! This one took a while to get across the finish line, so thank you for your patience (and encouragement!). This story has been percolating in my head for a while, and when I heard Paul Simon's Graceland on the radio one day, the lyrics helped m...
Author's Note: So I hear you've been waiting patiently. Well, thank you very much. The Wound in Time series is back and rearing to be devoured. Hurricane Katrina had a hand in my hiatus but I'm getting back on track. So where were we? Right, chapter six. It's hot, it's fresh, and it carries on directly from chapter five. The story contains mainly F/F action...
I had never been in a tornado or a hurricane or any other natural disaster. But I had watched enough of the Weather Channel to know that I had a better chance of surviving one of those than the storm called Jenna Swallow that had swept into my life one rainy night three months ago. I didn't blame her, but Danny, my fiancé of four months at the time. He wasn...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 10 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MAKING UP FOR NEGLECTING 9 I felt bad for 9 since I had spent...
CHAPTER ELEVEN (Tuesday, 23rd April 2002) Heather woke disorientated. Eventually, once she'd convinced herself she wasn't drunk or still dreaming, she realized she was upside down in someone else's bed. Upside down with a pair of alien feet under her nose. The lights were off and dawn hadn't yet broken, so she went by touch and smell. Quickly deducing the...