Part I – Kenzie's Story Cursing and crying, I entered the last few digits of the number into my disposable cell phone and hit Send. I hoped she was home. If she wasn't, I was going to fall apart. "Hello?" the voice began. "Danni? It's me Kenzie," I said with forced cheerfulness. Danni had been my best friend in high school. We had been inseparable from t...
Janie finds a calling. "Damn it, Ken, I told you the doctor said it was common in women like me," Denise said tersely while rinsing a soapy cup and tipping it onto the drainer by the sink. "I wish I could get all wet like I used to, too." Ken was pacing the kitchen, angry, feeling rejected. He'd come home from the office horny and had walked behind his wif...
This story is pure fiction and any resemblance to any people real or otherwise is purely accidental. * My name is Abigail Lawson, but you can call me Abi. I live with my parents (no siblings) in a small mid western town called Methuselah's Pride, Or Pride for short. And it's slap bang in the middle of Kansas and miles from anywhere. The type of place wher...
This is part three of the Charlie series. All people, places, and events are totally made up and figments of my imagination, strictly for your reading pleasure. -- Casey called me one day, which wasn't unusual; we talked on the phone a few times a week. What was unusual was the tone that Casey used when I answered. I knew her well enough that I could tell...
Here we go again, yet another week of educational Nursing Management courses. Long days of boredom sitting in an auditorium, lectured to by the unknown and frequently disinterested, their words monotonously echoing in the minds of an audience, equally unknown and definitely disinterested, here only because we had been sent by our hierarchy to absorb the prog...
Most of my stories to date have been male/female BDSM stuff (and this one moves that way too . I thought I'd try one which is a bit more 'feminist' – maybe convince readers that I don't go for violence against women. Anyhow, everybody in the story is over 18 – don't read it if you aren't! This follows the first part of 'Sylvia's Switch.' I let Susana her...
Everybody in this story is over 18, and you should be, too! It follows on in the sequence of stories about Diana, and is pure (or not so pure) fantasy. * My life took a wholly unexpected turn in early spring that year, one that I could never have foreseen, or wished for. I was summoned in to see my Mistress one gloomy morning, rain beating against the win...
Meet Cassie, a young single woman in search of her true sexuality. Coming to know Serena online has changed her, bringing undeniable excitement into her life. She needs to find her way, meet the woman that danced into her heart and soul. Only then, can she truly be free. Read on; find out how Cassie's impatience gets the best of her, bringing her a night of...
Life had not been going to well for Cathy Wilmot; the twenty-five year old had been looking forward to a great year. First there had been her new job and then there had been Mark, her fiancée and their upcoming marriage. Then suddenly in mid April things had started to go wrong, she’d lost her job, the company was downsizing, to cope with the current downw...
I knew something was wrong right away. A vehicle was stopped on the docks, a 2½-ton truck with a load of fruits and desserts--chocolate éclairs, trays of fudge, hard-to-get fruit like watermelons and cantaloupes, a whole collection of goodies. Men were unloading it and carrying the stuff toward an ocean-going tug moored at the wharf. That boat was a US Nav...