AUTHOR'S NOTE: This short series is both a prequel and a sequel to Heather's Busy Week (HBW). It is not, however, the immediate follow-on, and can be read independently (although new readers are more than welcome to try out the first series!!). Heather's Hectic Weekend, picking up where HBW left off, will follow in the not-too-distant future. ***** CHAPTER...
This was my entry for the 2019 Winter Holiday contest. As always, thanks to my editor, ThisNameIsntTakenYet, for his invaluable work to make me look actually literate to the impartial observer. Special thanks to the inimitable Salandar, for setting me straight on a troublesome story beat. She's a brilliant, classy lady whose level I aspire to reach. ~~ Mo...
Foreword Good day, as my favourite Aussie uncle might say. It's me again, that pesky Charley . . . the one who keeps promising to tell all in a few thousand words but then drags everything out forever. Not that there's anything wrong in dragging out sex. Ask me, the longer sex is dragged out the better. Three hours without pause for breath sounds good, do...
Welcome to my latest story. It is not a long as some of my recent stories -- that will no doubt please some and disappoint others - but I hope you will enjoy it in either case. As ever, comments and feedback are very welcome and, as this is my submission for the 2017 Winter Holiday Story Competition, please take a moment to vote. Thanks, as always, to Winte...
Well here is the 13th chapter in my book. Thanks to everyone who read, those who gave feedback and mainly to those who voted. I hope you all liked the story so far, if not I'm sorry but like I said I started writing this 20+ years ago. I agree that I have no writing back ground and it may be 'choppy' if you will. To some it makes no sense, but it does if you...
*Special thanks to Kayla for editing this for me.* Her throat was burning and she found it hard to breathe. Her knees were aching from supporting her entire weight for too long on the cold tile floor. These pains were tolerable, minor even, compared to the humiliation that she had just experienced and even more painful still was knowing that she was about t...
Ah, the start of Christmas vacation! It's a greatly anticipated, magical time of the year; a welcome respite for students and teachers all over Thatcher Blake and the surrounding towns. Corny holiday music dominated the airwaves of every major radio station, students of all ages resurrected the age-old tradition of discussing the latest toys and trinkets see...
"Absolutely not." "Oh, come on, Kat. You'd like it. I just know it." "Jenna, there a lot of things I've done that I never thought I would." I ticked off the items on one hand. "Kissed a girl. Had sex with said girl. Went to Tuscany and Paris. Got a tattoo. Had my fucking clit pierced—" "Clitoral hood," Jenna said, licking her lips, her eyes shiny. I glar...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past, shortly after the events in Shari Holds a Torch. This is my entry for the 2017 Winter Holiday Contest. If you enjoyed it, please remember to vote--also, please check out my other stories featuring these two characters. As always, if butch femme pairings and large age differences are not your thing,...
Part 1: Maid service Claire Madigan is an eighteen-year old beauty from Tucson, Arizona. After taking up golf at the age of nine, she soon showed the natural talent that would earn her an LPGA card at seventeen. Now out of high school, her first year on the pro tour has yielded four top ten finishes including a second at the Players and a tie for third at...