This is the second part to a two-part short story about a married woman who is taught the meaning of love by an exotic Indian woman. There will not be any more parts or chapters: sometimes a story just has to end where it ends. ***** I continued to observe the area for the next few days. I knew one thing: open garage doors were an open invitation to come...
An account can be found of what happened with Joe; the local 'Hire a Hubby' back in the story 'A Housewife's Dilemma - Choice No. 1. Please feel free to read it first to give you some context for this continuation... I hope that you enjoy! +++++++++++++++ I had moved towns with my husband and kids as a consequence of his promotion to head office and I sti...
Author's note: This is the first part of a very long story. It is a work of fiction and if you are looking for something quick, this is not it. I hope it will be enjoyed. Comments and votes will be appreciated. * Katelyn read the first two lines of the second paragraph on page twenty of the manuscript for the third time and still it made no sense. What w...
Author's Note: My sincere gratitude to my editor, Janiexx for tightening and refining my story. Thank you! * The soft light of the full moon shown through the bedroom window and cast pallid shadows on the walls. I gazed lovingly at Meredith sleeping peacefully next to me; her sleek naked body shimmered in the watery diffuse light. Gently, I moved a few lim...
'This place hasn't changed since I was a little girl,' Claire Mooney thought as she took in the unchanged décor of Rossi's Barber Shop. 'It's like stepping back in time.' From the old style barber chairs to the wall mounted photographs of famous patrons, all seemed exactly like they had been on the thirty-two year old's last visit, back when she was all of...
I hadn't set out to do it. I had never thought about it or planned such a thing. It just wasn't me, it was not my thing, well it had never been until then. Something must have changed, but was it with me, was it circumstances or what? * I was Acting Head Copy Chief in a big ad agency. Acting, because I was not a full time employee, but a freelancer, as the...
***** Greetings, gals and pals, Smokey here. Here's another story for you which distinguishes from my normal numbered stories in one of the ways the "Redefining Punishment"s do: it's narrated in first-person. And again from a lesbian ("lebbi," as I affectionately refer to them, as you may know) point of view. Specifically, one very special and particular ch...
I'm often asked if I moved to Brisbane because of small town homophobia. A lot of people remember the nineties and the devastating suicide rates amongst gay and lesbian teenagers in country towns, and assume that if you're not in a metropolitan city, life as a queer person is shit. Thankfully, I was spared the fate of cruel parents and largely spared the tr...
The party at Jackie D's had only begun at half past six, but by a quarter to eight it was already winding down. That was pretty much the norm for after hour's parties, especially when thrown by a firm that was only willing to foot the bill for the first two rounds. Once people had to reach into their own pockets, most employees usually decided it was time to...
Mrs. Taylor woke up feeling refreshed and well. Previously, she'd had a few problems sleeping after some of her earliest encounters but her then boyfriend, now husband, helped her deal with that. She got out of bed, used the bathroom and wondered down to the kitchen. Mrs. Taylor felt slightly uneasy about her night with Michelle. The girl was almost complet...