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...
Chapter 1 I came out of the dry cleaners carrying an armload of garments and spotted my partner Carla McBain behind the steering wheel of my little blue Honda Accord waving her hands like there was a spider in the car. "Linda! Linda!" she called excitedly. "Come here! Quick!" I hurried over to her. "What's all the fuss?" "I was listening to the police sca...
Summary: Coed gets revenge on cheating boyfriend in a surprising way. Thanks to the real SABRINA who requested this story. Note 1: This is a Halloween 2016 Contest Story so please vote. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Dave, Robert, and Wayne for editing. My Ex-Boyfriend's Hot Mom When people first see me, no one makes eye contact... guys or girls... yo...
Susan’s Surrender Chapter Ch. 3 It was daylight when we were both awakened to our phones going off at pretty much the same time with text messages... “Mine is from Beverley... Whose is yours from..? I asked as we were both still groggy and half asleep, sitting up, each looking at our phones. “Ummm... Yeah mine is from her as well... All it says is ‘My of...
She arrived at the hotel with her smart business attire. She settled on a full-length business suit with her arms covered, as she did not feel like attracting a lot of attention. The woman had a lot of seminars to attend during the day, which left her only a bit of time to keep up with her exercise routine. Wheeling her luggage into the lobby of the Four Se...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 6 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. THE NEXT MORNING I woke up and groggily tried to reorient mysel...
Hello Readers! This is Part One of a Three-Part story. All three parts are written and will be posted in order. Chapter 1: Memories So there I was standing beneath the ivy-covered trellis, wearing my white dress, and carrying a bouquet of the most beautiful red roses I had ever seen. In fact, I didn't even like red roses! But these ones were beautiful. We...
This story protected by Copyright and may not be published in any forum or medium without permission of the author. * She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle. Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go...
Part 1a: Kate's Story Feedback most welcome ---*--- It was June 21, 1980 in Phoenix Arizona, and I was headed out early on a warm Saturday morning to check out the garage sales in the neighborhoods west of Metrocenter, the big mega-mall in the northwest part of the sprawling desert city. I wanted to get an early start so I could finish up before the peak...
The heavy rain that had been falling for the last few hours continued to beat against the large bay window as Olivia Stone sat in the plush recliner, watching the droplets run down the glass. It had been raining on and off all week and while the annoyingly cheerful weather girl on channel 4 had promised clear skies for the weekend, it was already Friday nigh...