By Emma Yates-Fourier The snow crunched beneath the tires as the cars wove intricate patterns across the parking lot. "How bad is it here when the snow falls?" Ed had only been in Baltimore three months and this was the first appreciable snow fall, even though it was late in the season. "It depends on where you live or are driving to", Steve answered dryly,...
The car had arrived. I got up from the breakfast table and ran upstairs to retrieve my laptop and other office gear. I looked at my reflection in Margot's full length mirror. I looked great in the outfit Nicole had selected for me. The short, but not too daringly short, dark blue pencil skirt had a matching suit jacket. With that I wore a nice white a bit as...
When I heard the squealing raucous laughter coming from the family room, I stuck my head in to see what all the commotion was about. My eldest daughter Libby and her friends were pointing at the television and making comments about the program on the screen. I'm not the type of mom who interferes in her children's social lives but my attention was drawn to i...
A Lady's Companion (Sequel to Sins of the Father) 'It's a funny old world.' B thought to herself as she ground her crotch hard against Maria's. A few hours ago she almost stayed in for the evening. The couple she'd arranged to meet had called and cancelled but since B had spent so long getting glammed up she was reluctant to let all that effort go to waste....
*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Description of symbols. ' Chapter 1 Professor Huxton marched up and down the aisles, slapping tests down on students' desks as he went. He continued to whine in his high-pitched nasal voice about poor study habits, poor note taking, not following through with th...
Smokey Saga #60: "A Night At Millicent's" ***** Sixty! Another Smokey milestone. Enjoy, bibliophiles, this one's for you! Forgive me if I left out anyone's preferred sections laying out this little shop of wonders. This story is dedicated to you, Reader—yes, you; you rock!—and also to any British fans I may have, in particular. This story highlights my Ang...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. It may seem a little slow to get going, as I've attempted to explore the girl's feelings as she takes her first steps into Lesbian love, and is then taken into willing slavery. 'Can I help you, Sonny?' had said a gruff voice from behind the market stall. That did it. Just past my eighteenth birthday, and the combinat...
"So, Abigail how does it feel to be 19?" her mother asked. "No different than 18, Mom, and thanks for getting me those writing pads for school." "Well, a young lady must be prepared to enter her second year of college. You must plan for when you grow up and enter the world of business." "Mom... really? I told you a million times that I've grown already. I...
The morning sun, chirping birds and warm breeze fluttering in through the curtains of my bedroom all conspired against my desire to continue sleeping. As I gradually regained consciousness and grudgingly opened my eyes, my waking mind quickly began replaying the events of the past 24 hours. I nuzzled my nose deep into my pillow and breathed deeply, rewarded...
Without further ado, I present the concluding chapter of Heather Franklin's biggest case to date. I would like to take this moment to thank all of you who take the time to vote and comment on my stories. As a hobbyist writer, your comments and feedback are all the returns I get for the time I invest in writing. An extra special vote of thanks to my editor,...