In our matching gowns the five of us were as good as interchangeable. Identities are stripped away and anyone in the crowd sees you as one. I am a bride's maid. I may be friend, cousin, sister, etc. of the bride. It is one of the rare few occasions where several women are willing to submit themselves for a period of time to another woman for appropriate use....
'You cannot be serious?' I sounded as incredulous as I felt, at least to judge from the look on her face. 'The Count will suspect nothing. You hide behind the mask, pretend to be me, and then, when I discover him with you, I shall have him!' The Countess had not, in my view, thought this crazy scheme through. Yes, Count Almaviva was notorious for assertin...
The Ross Family was very happy as Harlan Ross III was born. He was the spitting image of his father and grandfather. Grandma Hazel & daughter-in-law Rachel would compare baby pictures to view the amazing resemblance of all three as babies. One family hobby was golf. Harlan Sr. & Harlan Jr. left Overland Park, Kansas to head for Florida to play in their Coun...
We had just finished our ride up the elevator and we were lost in each other by the time we arrived at our floor. The couple waiting for the elevator at our floor was quite impressed by our show and looked as though they would be eager to join us if we were to drop the merest of hints. But this weekend was to be for the two of us; not that I couldn't tease t...
Carol and I have known each other for a number of years now. Our husbands grew up together and have been best friends as long as they can remember. When I started to date Peter, Dwayne was already going out with Carol. Due to their friendship we were forced together and became great friends ourselves. Carol and I even were in each others bridal parties. I wo...
There were two hard frosts that St Stephen's Day: the first, literal on the ground in the dawning, and the second, metaphorical at Westminster Abbey. Ealdgyth made it plain from the moment she awoke that she would in no wise countenance attendance at the wedding. It seemed otiose to comment that we had not been invited, and might, indeed, have been counter-...
The wedding went off splendidly, and I was now, to Daddy and Mummy's satisfaction, Lady Cynthia Fortescue-Smythe, though of course everyone continued to call me Pixie. Archie was tall and quite handsome. As the second son of the Duke of Monmouth he stood to inherit a tidy packet, and with an income of £10,000 a year and homes in Belgravia and Hampshire, was...
Author's note: To my loyal - and new - readers, thanks again for the votes and comments. Love getting your feedback. This story works better if you've read the first two parts. Probably a couple more to come. And for those who feel part two ended too soon - I only have so much time to write and I feel it's better to post shorter segments regularly than longe...
**Note: This story involves lesbian sex so please click away if that's not your thing. It's my first story ever written so please be gentle. ;) Feedback and requests welcome!** ***** "Courtney and Meghan sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G"... this seemed to be the third grade anthem; every time I got near a girl, they sang it. Well, ever since my mom chopped...
Scotland: 1557. Margarete stood by the window, folding and unfolding a square of linen between nervous fingers. Her young body was taught with anxiety beneath her rich gown. Abruptly, she spun around to face the somewhat older woman who sat calmly stitching at an intricate piece of embroidery. "I must know more of him," she snapped, her large eyes flashin...