Chapter One Skyler Grace was walking along next to her boyfriend of the last year, listening to him needlessly drone on about how great it was to be starting college in the fall. She was only half-listening; he'd been rambling on endlessly for the last two blocks about a subject she'd had to hear about ad nauseam over the previous six months. She'd mentall...
To all readers and fans of this series: This story is a direct continuation of chapter 2, and is meant to be a little misleading. It won't seem like a continuation at first, but by the end hopefully it will all make sense :) Enjoy. * Julie turned off the shower, and stepped out and onto the towel on the floor. With one hand she reached out for the towel...
Chapter 53 Indigo's Tales -- Part 2 The afternoon was bright, though there was a cloud cover that sent shadows rolling slowly across the rolling hills of Crown Ridge Cemetery. The gathering around the open grave included dozens of nurses from University Hospital who had taken the afternoon to pay their respects to Valerie Seeburg, who had died a week earli...
Alicia dragged her feet up the stairs, carrying a load of books in both arms while repeatedly blowing a stray strand of blonde hair out of her eyes and trying to remember what life had been like a week ago. "Go to Harvard," she muttered. "Meet interesting people! Form valuable social connections! Discuss exciting ideas with other brilliant minds!" Eleven o'c...
Charlotte Cavendish hurried through the chill November air, head down and shoulders hunched as she hugged the laundry bag tight to her body. It was unseasonably cold and she couldn't get to her small apartment on the Ku'damm quickly enough. Besides, at this time of night the streets of Berlin were no place for a woman to be out alone. As she rounded a corner...
[A NOTE ON CONTENT: This is mainly a story about a loving couple, but it features themes of power, dominance and submission.] ** I surrendered my delicate flesh to the merciless heat of a tropical sun. I turned that phrase over in my baking brain, and found it pleasingly dramatic. I mean, I was sunbathing. Lying in a bikini on an expansive lounger, gazin...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a re-written version of the story originally published in 2017. This story takes place decades in the past. I leave it up to you, dear reader, to decide the year. The story has been fleshed out more, and includes several more pages of content. If you enjoy this story, please take a look at the other stories about Shari and Velma. As al...
This is the story the Pixies brought me this year. I told them it wasn't Celtic because it wasn't Irish. That was a mistake. Don't ever piss off a swarm of Pixies. I would prefer to knock a hornet's nest out of a tree. After they calmed down... a little... they said if I was going to be so ignorant about Celtic history they would stop bringing me stories. It...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Amber Goldman came to slowly. It was dark in the bedroom, she was warm, the bed was firm, but not hard and lumpy, and there were wonderful smells coming into her consciousness. She looked around and panicked slightly. She didn't recognize anything...
"Damn," Doreen Doyle said under her breath as the sunlight from the open window forced her to open her eyes and greet the new day. Rolling over in bed, the 26 year old was immediately reminded of the indecent amount of alcohol she had consumed at last night's teacher's party. Sitting up in the bed, she discovered that her head still hurt a little. Who'd ha...