AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past, shortly after the events in Shari Holds a Torch. This is my entry for the 2017 Winter Holiday Contest. If you enjoyed it, please remember to vote--also, please check out my other stories featuring these two characters. As always, if butch femme pairings and large age differences are not your thing,...
I bet you all thought that it was over huh? Think again, because I have one more story to tell before I let any of the other girls share theirs. Remember me? I am Simone. A little while back, I told you about how I ended up with a job (if you would call it that) working for Madam Nadia. I think I also told you all about my first night on the "job", but ther...
Bradley and I met at work. She works on the food side of the store and I work on the other side in toys. She likes to pick on me because I'm short. She's tall and slender. She also likes to wear a hat, I like that on her. We always sit a different tables in the brake room, I always find my self looking over at her as she listens to her music. I walked up to...
I left my car near my Stepmom's driveway. I needed to walk, to clear my head, and to think about what I had just seen. Ever since a child, walking has always made me feel better when struggling with a problem and this was a doozy. I started walking towards town. What to do? What to do? What to do? "Hey, John, how the Hell are you? Wait up, where you runnin...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Lori sat at the rotunda in the lobby of the eleventh floor and smiled as Violet Smith got off the elevator. The pretty blonde smiled back at the red headed, freckled receptionist. "Merry Christmas," Lori said in greeting. "Merry Christmas," Viole...
Word of warning: this is a slow-moving talky introspective story. Not all the chapters have sex in them. If you like stories where people are shagging by the fifth paragraph, this isn't going to meet your needs. * By the time I found the place I was pretty sure going to the work Christmas party had been a bad idea. If there's one thing worse than me alone...
"Hey." I looked up from my book to see my house mate, Tess, as she walked in the door. "Hi, yourself," I replied, closing the book, knowing she would want to talk. "A Christmas Carol?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes ma'am. Just like every year." I grinned, I love her inquisitive looks. "So you're really ready for Christmas aren't you?" she smiled...
I don't think there is EVER a good day to be involved in a car accident. But can you imagine being involved in one on Christmas Eve? Especially if it's your first Christmas Eve as a divorced woman and you've just dropped your two precious little girls - the darlings of your heart and your very reasons for living, off with their father and the twenty year old...
*** Author's Note *** Hi all! Just to warn you now, this is a rather long story that deals far more with the emotional bonding and slow progression of passion building up as the two women fall in love. There is a considerable amount of dialogue and I have inserted the first initials of the characters speaking in ( ) beside the dialogue at many points to hel...
On Christmas morning, Jessica didn't want to spend the day by herself and didn't feel like going outside so she decided to call her friend Amber. Jessica was 25 years old, had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was 6'1 and had a 40 D bust. Her friend Amber was 28 years old, red hair and green eyes. She was 6'0 and had a 36 C bust. When Amber picked up t...