Music plays such a main part in movies and our lives. With that said, if you'll humor me, I have some music suggestions to play as you read this story. The beginning accompaniment I thought of is Joaquin Rodrigo's Concierto de Aranjuez/adagio. A beautiful piece that conveys to me the meeting and beginning of a possible love. I'll make more suggestions as t...
Thank you to raconteuse for editing, advice, encouragement and more. It will be nine months, tomorrow. Nine months since Ava passed. She was 83 years old when breast cancer took her. By the end, that lively (at times, almost fierce) spirit of hers took a beating. So, when she finally surrendered the fight, it was something of a mercy. I won't try to...
I did - until the sun woke us up. Sleep that is. Gotta ask Shade if she can have the drape dudes fix this so they close automatically at night because somehow the two of us are ... it just doesn't get closed. Neither do your ... Honey, I'm sorry! Go take your shower and don't worry about Libby ... oh shit! Wait! What? Hey angel, where did you go? My Monday...
This is the second part of the "McKayla's Miracle" series. If you're interested in the story, you should read chapter 1 first. I love hearing from readers, so please feel free to send me a comment or drop me an email. *********************** I awoke with McKayla spooned up behind me. Her breath was warm against my neck. One arm was draped around me, cupp...
It was less than a month... That's all it took and both Susan and I couldn't have been more amazed or thankful of my sister Bev's hard work and take-no-prisoners approach in having Mitch not only evicted from the house that Susan and he had shared throughout their marriage, but also, he was stuck with all of the bills.. Legal and otherwise... In the mean ti...
On we go to the next jolly tale. The auction! The grand prize (me!) had brought quite a haul for the sorority. It was oddly pleasing too. Shade informed me the date was set: the last Saturday in September. It seemed unusual being so long after the event itself. Stacy put the date into my calendar when I gave to her. A raised eyebrow. A nod in response. This...
This is the third installment of the Requiem series. Any persons, places or things that are present in this story is in no way affiliated with me, regarding copyright, owning of music material portrayed, or anything like that. Now, after getting that little tidbit out of the way, enjoy. "You're letting... all... cold... in! Close it! ... Now... before...
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,...
(Author's note: All of these stories are intended for a very specific audience—lesbians who've had problems with religious beliefs, and their overwhelming desire to love another woman. The mental and emotional stress they have been subjected to, while wholly unnecessary and erroneous, still takes its toll on those so afflicted. These stories were meant to r...
This letter originally appeared in Buxom Beauties magazine on June 9, 1997: Sweet readers, It has been exactly one year since the good editors of this magazine published a letter written by my sexy girlfriend and fellow "research partner", Courtney. Since that time, the publishers have reported to us that they have received a flood of letters from horny ho...