This is a continuation of Meeting My Angel 1-4. I felt that story line was getting a bit dry so I decided to spice things up. Please have an open mind because I have changed the whole scheme of things. The submission of the next story is subject to the feedback on this chapter so please comment. xoxo -JuicyJ19 *** Angie and I made our way to the grocer...
Melissa straightened the collar of her suit coat and steeled herself for the inevitable inappropriate comments as she climbed onto the bus. The swampy Southern air was awfully hot for a coat, and she had been sorely tempted to leave it in her car. But there was no way she was joining Mr. Morahan's brood of investors -- rich, entitled older men one and all, a...
Carrie picked irritably at a small piece of lint on her pristinely starched uniform. She would have preferred to wear civilian clothes but she knew the uniform was expected of her and Jonathon 'Jonno' Clark had deserved her respect. She sat dry eyed and numb throughout the service, as the vicar droned on about the terrible waste of human life, the selfless...
Brooke Adams and Tyler Sorenson sat shoulder-to-shoulder on a wooden bleacher within their high school's gymnasium, each of the seniors staring at their cell phones and occasionally tapping them with practiced thumbs. It was the afternoon work-out for the girls' volleyball team and on the far side of the large gym bouncing balls echoed loudly as the boys' ba...
My name is Amy Cotter and this is what happened on my last day at school. I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I'd be wearing a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee lengt...
Heather and her mother Rita moved into their new house a week ago. It was not a difficult move and they hadn't moved very far; it was only a few blocks away from their old place. The house was considerably different. It was a large house in a very upper class street. It was in a practical sense too big for the single mother and daughter, but Rita loved big h...
Ronnie got out of her rideshare and thanked the driver. She had already given him the tip from the back seat after he had helped her with her luggage. She grabbed all of her bags and walked up the steps to the duplex. She got a good sight of the fancy car in the driveway. "My girl has got it all," Ronnie sighed with pure admiration. She got to the top of t...
The village of Marston-on-the-Green was one of those quintessential English villages, situated in the home counties about forty miles north of London, and about five miles from the nearest town. It had all the usual village essentials, notably its church which could trace its history back well over seven hundred years, a combined shop and Post Office which a...
In the darkest, coldest part of the night, four hours before dawn, Mary Durham escaped from the only home she had ever known. For five hours she had lain awake in bed beside her husband, counting the seconds off on her fingers until they were sore and cramping. Slipping noiselessly from beneath the blankets, she crept through the pitch-black room. Unwillin...
Hi everyone! If you're just here for the sex, this is a 35K word story and the sex doesn't happen for...quite a while. Head elsewhere if you just want a quick shot of the hot stuff; this story is probably best read as a pulpy western that becomes a meditative romantic melodrama about halfway through. ...I swear I don't do this to piss you off or feel superi...