The following week I rode my bike to the next appointment with my psychologist, Irene. I was wearing a skirt with no panties. My heart raced. It wasn't just the hills I was climbing either. I was excited to see her and was already wet in anticipation. I got to Irene's office early and pretended to look at the magazines. Finally Irene peeked her head out into...
I began this as something else, but someone close to me made me redraft it. It is dedicated to Sarah. The Sarah in this story in no way resembles the Sarah for whom the story is written. * Up to the day she got shot Lt. Faith O'Bannon believed she was all that and bulletproof. She stood 5'10" and weighed around 140 lbs. Her coppery hair was cut to a severe...
Author's Note: This is the second part of Ashlee's Weakness which is itself part of a larger story arch beginning with my stories Ashlee and Naiya's Sleepover and Macy's Crush. There are more stories involved, but as I listed many of them in the previous installment I won't bother to do so here. All stories (plus many others I've written over the years) can...
Hey readers, long time no...write? Sorry, college is kicking my ass a little bit, but I'm coping ;) Anyway, this story has been sitting in my laptop for who knows how many months, so... Here you go ☺ I hope you guys forgive me though, I will try to write as much as I can. Write a feedback here and there, I love getting mails from you aka readers! ------...
If I thought I'd been unprepared for seeing Gretchen again, nothing could have prepared me for walking back into the house I'd shared with the Baumgartners that week and seeing Mrs. B in her black bikini, smiling warmly and opening the door to my tentative knock. I'd spent the whole flight remembering that week in December, as I watched the snow covered gr...
_For those who are unfamiliar with my stories, it's important to know going in that I don't write pure strokers. It takes a good long while to reach the juicy parts. Before a single boob is exposed, we need to get to know the characters and their setting, and why the encounters we're reading about are significant enough to warrant a story. The sexy parts hap...
I open the patio door slowly, into the glow of the lazily setting sun that slowly turns the day into night. Holding 2 glasses of Santa Isabella Chardonnay, I smile as I near the warm air from the hot tub. Seeing you sitting back, head resting on the edge with your arms out to the side and your eyes closed, enjoying the massaging bubbles on your back, I give...
(Thanks for all the feedback on my first story. Some of them were nice, some were mean but all were constructive. Thank you for that. I am always looking for suggestions so feel free to send them to me. Enjoy this chapter.) (I am looking for an editor for the next chapter, so if you're interested please contact me.) * The sound of alarm woke me. It's fiv...
This is the second part of a four part story, so it won't make sense if you don't read that first. All characters are over 18. ***** The morning light began to stream through the bedroom window as I regained consciousness. It wasn't my bed, but that didn't alarm me. I was alone, though, and that I didn't like. I started to sit up, but the air was cold, so...
Monday morning after that weekend that forever altered the relationship between my niece, Carrie, and me, I was back at my desk in my home office. Once I had all the technology booted back up I started going through my messages. There was the usual spam, a few clients wanting me to call them over some minor issues and questions, and one direct message in Twi...