It was at the village fete that I saw her. I had just emerged from the main tent, after judging the sponge cake competition -- a solemn duty for the parish vicar's wife -- and there she was, 20 yards away from me, paying for a go at the coconut shie. She looked even slimmer than I remembered her as a teenager. I thought at first that her short, spiky hair ha...
My daughter Faith had a brooding look on her usually sunny face. When she returned home from college for winter break, her mood alternated from surly to morose. My efforts to engage her in conversation failed and I tried every approach I knew as a professional therapist but she refused to open up. Earlier that day, I heard Faith talking to someone on her c...
Hannah Allbright rode Lancaster, her husband’s favorite mount, down the charred and blackened streets of Pleasant Harbor Township, the stink of smoke and soot still lingered thick in the muggy summer air. Though it was her third visit into town since the burning she still wept at the site of her beloved village smoldering in ruin as she made her way to the m...
Glory stroked languidly at the tight golden curls of her vulva as she watched July droplets of rain splash through the screen of her bedroom window. The room's stale heat and the morning's fresh rain joined as in a chemical reaction, causing a rebirth of odors that had died two nights before. Glory breathed in the conglomerate odor of spilled malt liquor, Ch...
When Gina Met Tammy...Ch.10 The girls arrive in Texas, and Tammy gets to see Gina's childhood hometown. GINA: I woke up sweating in spite of the hotel A/C being on. Looking at my phone, I saw it was only 2:00 AM! Shit, this bed really sucks big time. Looking over at Tammy, she was lucky enough to be sleeping, though a sheen of sweat covers her, too. Ma...
Disclaimers: The characters are my own creation. This is part 2 of “Two Halves, One Soul”. This story picks up where the last one ended. Constructive criticism/feedback is much appreciated. A heartfelt thanks goes out to my beta reader. I couldn’t have done this without your input, support, and corrections. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sleek black Harley hugs...
Perfect soppingwetpanties This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older....
Introduction Hi it's me again, Kat, here with more exploits to brag about. And trust me, since we last shared a few confidences things have progressed by leaps and bounds, even by my standards. Pause while I wipe my brow and wonder at my brazenness. I cannot imagine what would happen if my mother was ever to stumble across the tales I've told. Or maybe I...
Tracy pulled into Julia's driveway and stopped. Heather looked at the spacious home and marveled at it. "Wow, Scott and Julia must be doing well. This place is fantastic." "Oh, they're doing okay. They got this place after they won some money in the lottery. It's paid for and now they get to enjoy a comfortable lifestyle with what they make. I like that th...
Chapter One Dave and I walked into the Busfeild Arms ten minutes late. That is to say we had been supposed to be there at high noon and we went through the front door just after ten past. To me, the "late Heather Hunter", the timing meant nix. Dave wasn't saying anything but, as Miss Punctuality, she was probably seething. And tee-hee to that! Why should...