It wasn't the red checked shirt that caught her eye that afternoon as she slung a saddle over the metal rail, nor was it the long blonde hair blowing in the wind that had sprung up a few hours ago. It was the look in her eyes that caught and held her attention for a moment in time, there was a hint of longing, a quiet desperation that reminded her of home. H...
When I heard the squealing raucous laughter coming from the family room, I stuck my head in to see what all the commotion was about. My eldest daughter Libby and her friends were pointing at the television and making comments about the program on the screen. I'm not the type of mom who interferes in her children's social lives but my attention was drawn to i...
TRIO PART FOUR. Marie. I sat next to Miss Agnes and chatted while we waited for dinner to arrive. She had the knack of asking very probing questions, some of which made me blush. She asked all about my sex life, or lack of it, and I tried to answer her honestly. It was a relief when Sherri finally appeared with two plates of food. The apron had gone, and...
Agathe the Golden, shaking her full bodied blond mane, stood looking at Akantha tied between the two columns that stood in the center of the Council room, a leather gag in her mouth to keep her quiet. The ever insubordinate red headed Akantha, even now trying to speak through the gag...the latest incident came about as a result of Akantha's insubordinate beh...
In case you haven't read any of my other stories, my name is Alicia and I'm eighteen years old. My best friend since fourth grade and lover since December is Shelly. She's five months older than I and a very beautiful girl, if I may say so at the risk of being a little bit prejudiced. We are bisexual, not lesbians, because we have boyfriends, too. We have in...
Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. Mark Twain. There's a lot of advice out there about how to attract the eye of that special someone. It ranges from the usual beauty and personal grooming tips down to deeper things like attitude but while some of that advice is good and a lot is just plain rubbish, one thing I look for...
My full name is Nanette Marten-Story but everybody calls me Nancy. I come from old money and I have the bluest of blue blood running in my veins. My ancestors were Cavalier plantation owners from Virginia, Knickerbocker robber barons from Long Island and Yankee traders from Massachusetts. I think I have inherited my sociopathic tendencies from them. I gradu...
** August 6th, 2014 Lissy and Kara We kissed the girls goodnight when we dropped them off at their apartment. "This was a fun night and a wonderful idea. It was nice to meet Allie and the other girls." "Yeah, she picked the perfect night to have one of her better games, " said Rachel, my youngest. "And isn't Elena a total babe?" That was sassy June, my...
Someday my prince (princess?) will come * Author's Note I've been in a bit of a silly mood again and this time it has resulted in a fairy tale. It's a strange fairy tale, full of anachronisms, princesses who talk to animals, a ninja, and bits of my oddball humor. And it's all topped off with a suitably romantic fairy tale ending. There's also quite a buil...
"Gotcha!" Jen smiled to herself. Hours of careful research had finally paid off and now it was payback time. Jen had worked long and hard to get where she was. After graduating with an honours law degree she had been at a loose end when she'd taken the temp job at Amalgamated Holdings. Wendy McCuskell, the CEO had spotted her one day and, impressed with her...