Heather had just graduated high school and the eighteen year old girl was thinking about College when her mother came home early from her job at the bank. Heather asked, "Why are you home so early mom?" Her mother Carol replied, "I got laid off and it couldn't have come at a worse time. The job market is tight and we are really in danger of losing the house...
She was a looker all right--fine coat, double breasted button-down pink blouse with black trim and with a knee length skirt that hugged her bottom-- and it was a bottom that deserved to be caressed. Long dark hair, fair skin, green eyes emphasized with perfect make up and lipstick the color of an oriental ruby. She was tall and firm on five inch heels and he...
Fighting crime ain't all that it's cracked up to be. * For Sabina -- the original Angry Lesbian Death Machine * Author's Note This story has been floating around in my head for a while and has always ended up as half finished. Well, after several starts and stops, I finally polished it off. It's an odd mixture of silliness, seriousness, and of cour...
Samantha Jones unlocked the door to her apartment and walked in. She had a couch along one wall, her flat screen TV mounted on the opposite wall, a coffee table in front of the couch, and the blinds along her patio door were pulled shut. Her living room was spacious and as she closed the door behind her, Samantha walked to the couch and plopped down. She had...
Puppet Several weeks had passed now and Jenna had settled into a routine of working her days, busy with the inner runnings of the several different outlets of Golding's. With her background and training she had been the perfect fit and not a day had passed where Janice hadn't been impressed. Three Fridays had gone by now, and tomorrow would bring the one...
Catherine Macleod arrives in Perugia without a hotel reservation. She's been driving from Venice to Rome along the Apennine Road, and finding herself fatigued in the afternoon, she decides to stop in Perugia for the night. This is the height of the travelling season, and the man at the tourist office shakes his head doubtfully when Catherine tells him she ne...
Warning: this story involves the submission of a young girl to older women. If you do not care to read about such things, then better go elsewhere. This story is a pure work of fiction. None of the characters are real. ---------------------------------- The red Miata sped down the line of parked cars until it reached the handicapped spot at the end of the...
Bit by bit, Mummy has been integrating me into her life. I wish I could reciprocate, but I didn't really have much of a life before I met her. Well, she's met my parents, and we attend Shul together now. Anyway, a week ago we had dinner at the house of Mummy's friend (and now my art teacher) Masha and her husband Diego. A few days ago, she took me to a histo...
Last week one of the local radio stations announced that they were giving stuff away in the next suburb from where I worked. I had just got in the car and thought, "Why not swing by and pick up a freebie." I pulled up where I saw the radio station's cars and walked up to the back of one. Two lovely young ladies were handing out some gifts to people. The gi...
"Hey, Donna... check it out... Malibu Barbie at the front door... beautiful face... and oh, what a dynamite body! It was a normal early-afternoon crowd at Charli's Place, only a dozen female patrons scattered throughout the bar, typical for this time on a Friday, and the only reason why Donna Travers was one of them on this particular day was because she ha...