I have always led a privileged, predictable life. I was "born and raised" in the South, in a house built and owned by my mother's family since 1793. I went to an expensive and exclusive all girl's school and eventually married a nice young man from a good family. My husband went into his father's construction business and was soon making a lot of money, so w...
"You're a prick Charlie." Sage McClendon was screaming, standing beside their pool, a lavish construction that all but dwarfed the rear of their three story home outside of Scottsdale Arizona. Charlie was Sage's third husband, rich as he was, he was void of any sort of a sense of humor. He was twenty years older, a workaholic and no sense of adventure eithe...
It was New Year's eve; 31st December is cold in New Delhi, India but if you know the right people - and sometimes even if you don't - it can be a wild and fun evening. But for me it wasn't. It was cold alright, but I sat alone in the company guesthouse - a three bedroom sprawl in one of the city's upscale localities - drinking dark rum mixed with warm water...
Author's note: 2019 marks the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall riots in New York City. What better way to celebrate the progress society has made than with a story about coming out and finding love? As always, I welcome your thoughtful feedback. *** Staring at the stoplight, Kryssa Kowalski revved her Miata's engine, anticipating the change from red to...
Practice is over. I watch the others as they leave the pitch, in twos and threes, chatting, cleats slung over their shoulders. It's just about supper time. Many of them will probably go straight to the cafeteria and eat. Two and a half hours of non-stop drills, running and tackling leaves us all starving. The air is cold, and my lungs hurt a bit when I b...
This is intended to be another lesbian Romance. Not exactly sure where it's going from here though. I'm really working hard here to create a character that is reacting to a situation that she finds herself in. I really don't want her to come across as a total man-hating bitch, but not really sure that I succeeded. Please try to read it with the understanding...
Disclaimers: This story depicts two women we know and love. There is definitely graphic sex and foul language in this piece. If you're under age, please go read something else. Everyone else, enjoy. I would appreciate constructive criticism and feedback. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The blustering wind blew early on this cold Chicago spring morning. The...
The graveyard shift plays hell with your sleeping pattern at the best of times, but when the weather is so hot and humid during the day it gets almost impossible to sleep. The everyday noises of the city add to the problem; drivers become more irritable than usual, honking horns and yelling at other drivers. Ceaseless construction work means churning mixers,...
It was the kind of night when all you wanted to do was curl up on the sofa and watch a movie or read a romantic story. Outside the wind and the rain was pounding the house which was creaking and groaning like an old man trying to make a mad dash to the bathroom. But this house was, while very old, was solid and secure and nothing would damage it except perha...
I was a married 43 year old woman with children. I had worked in an office for many years and enjoyed dressing nicely for the office including short skirts with boots in the cooler months which was enjoyed by my husband and the guys in the office... It was Christmas 2 years ago and my husband bought me a selection of presents including 2 ladies satin shirts...