Megan had always had an ability to put everything else out of her mind when it came time to perform. It was one of the reasons her swing choir director, unbeknownst to her, considered Megan one of her favorites. (And only one of the reasons, but perhaps we'll get into that a bit later on in the story...) As she and the rest of the group found their homeroom...
Thank you for all the votes my previous stories have been getting. I appreciate each and everyone of you taking time to read my submissions, more so those of you that comment and rate them. This story can be read as a stand alone and is the first part of (another) series but carries on following Phoenix. I've been extremely busy lately but I'm gonna keep wor...
Author's note: As with all of my stories, this one is a slow-burner and leaves something to the imagination. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Disclaimer: Although not stated explicitly, all characters are over 18 years old. ----- "I dare you." I stared at the words again and they seemed to take on a new meaning, the letters morphin...
I love the gym at night. No one around, no stares from the corner of men’s eyes and no whining kids asking if they can go yet. I have a set routine that begins around 11:30 p.m. when I get off work. I am a night person because the most fun happens at night or so I believe. I was working my upper body with the free weights when a redheaded women entered the...
It was early Monday morning, Kate's husband was off to his meetings and she was using the gym at the resort. Her auburn hair was up in a ponytail, her green eyes were bright and her work out outfit showed an exquisite body. Her body rippled under the thin covering, each of her assets highlighted. Kate was just finishing her warm up routine when she saw the w...
I woke up a bit after 7 wondering if last night had actually happened. I sat up in bed and saw James's card on the table next to the bed. I checked my purse and there was $700 in crisp new notes in it. Looks like it wasn't a dream. James had said ring at 8. I'd had a shower last night so didn't really need one now. I put on a robe, made a coffee and sat dow...
"Ms. Wyman?" the receptionist called out. Jolene got up and raised her hand. "Please follow me," the receptionist instructed. Jolene walked behind her, her high heels clacking on the tile floor. She tried to straighten out her suit, feeling nervous a the possible diagnosis. The receptionist led her into an office, where Jolene took a seat in front of the...
Ch. 02: The Gym The Usual Disclaimers: If you are under 18 or this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now. The author does not condone rape or abuse in anyway, remember this is a fantasy and all characters are fictional. Any comments, complaints or suggestions would be greatly appreciated. If you have emailed me before, please note th...
I highly recommend reading chapters 1-10 before beginning this chapter. While this chapter can be read as a stand alone story it is entirely dependent on the events of the earlier chapters. A writer thrives on your feedback. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. Your votes are greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy my scrib...
The lady in the pale blue lycra shorts frowned and stepped off the slowing treadmill as Molly Gregson quickly looked away. Blushing crimson red, Molly felt ashamed to have been caught ogling the woman. What is going on with me? she thought. Am I gay, bisexual or what? Having had a handful of (for the most part) happy, fulfilling relationships with men, the...