So the lesbian feelings, the desire for other women, the bisexuality or whatever. Is it still there? Yes it is, but as they say, it comes and goes. Sometimes I will go weeks without thinking about it and at others it is in my mind constantly. Occasionally as I masturbate Emma, Jane or Amanda will be in my mind or a vision of being in bed with Kylie Minogue,...
Clutching her purse, portfolio, and a pair of heels, Kate locked the door of her upstairs apartment and jogged to her car parked down the street. She was meeting Ben Sklar at The Nines in twenty-five minutes, and she was determined to be on time. Things have definitely changed. Kate’s life in New York became unbearable—the chaotic frenzy of the city, her ove...
Author's Note Thanks for reading this story, which is the very first one I ever publish. Comments about any mistakes or any other criticism are very much appreciated. (Please keep in mind that English is not my native language though.) There is quite a long build-up in this one, so please be patient. I do plan to continue this story with further chapters....
Keme's visit ends unexpectedly, and the girls have a night out with their 'dates'. TAMMY: I woke up first on Friday morning, but having Gina spooned up against my back felt so nice that I laid there enjoying the feeling for a while. Thinking about the last week brought a smile to my face. So much has changed in such a short time! I carefully pried Gina's f...
**Thank you to all of my readers. I have enjoyed the journey with Kat and Jenna, and hope you have as well. It has been a pleasure expanding on what was supposed to have been a single, short story, dreaming up what their next adventure would be. But I owe that in part to you, the reader, as I've only written what you've requested. May their adventures contin...
My heartfelt gratitude and thanks to Tall Poppy for helping me with the editing of this story. Hope you guys enjoy. ***** Rachel stood outside the door of the apartment. Her right hand moved up and down the side of her jeans, wiping off the wetness on her palm. Coming here... making the decision to be with her would end up hurting another. 'But it's how I...
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 Copywriter in a big ad agency. Acting, because I was not a full time employee, but a freelancer, as the...
It was a cold winter's evening. A Wednesday, seven fourteen. I was curled up on the sofa, my chocolates on the armrest and my hot chocolate on the coffee table, pulled up to be within easy reach. I was getting right into my latest Maeve Binchy novel and as I reached for my third and absolute last until tomorrow chocolate the front door bell rang. The outside...
The Nile River, both the Blue and the White, that merges at Khartoum in the Sudan, flows south to north (direction is downhill) in a circuitous course between banks of narrow strips of fertile land with deserts on both sides, finally emptying into a wide Delta that flows into the Mediterranean Sea. As such, the Nile is a jewel of life to all who live along i...
Here's an edit of Chapter One and the new Chapter Two * Chapter One Sirens Look at me, can't you tell by my blush it's enough just to remember, to sink down deep into the heat of that summer, to relive moist memories like naughty invitations. Where Sally and Jill, Milly and Janie, and me--lucky Julie--spent that summer waitressing at Crabbies, when we be...