(Thanks as ever to Lisa Jones for her advice and encouragement; and for playing severely practical warm-weather Shackleton to my airily romantic Scott.) Miss Burns retrieved the two bags of shopping from the car and carried them in through the front door of the cottage she shared with Miss Weston. The smell of burning bread alerted her as soon as she went...
Please note -- All characters portrayed in this fictional story are 18 and over. This chapter finalises this portion of the story however if you would like to continue there have been further chapters written under the title of Power Versus Submission to be published soon. This chapter contains themes of coercion and questionable consent, if this is likely t...
Two types of people visit gyms before 9 a.m. on Saturdays, Alexandra thought. Committed fitness types and types committed to working off the prior night's alcohol. Alexandra wondered about which category she'd put herself. Perhaps both. It was a pleasing hour: free weights and flexibility, no cardio. She watched her form closely, viewing her body through th...
Clutching a small case to herself protectively lest it get knocked from her by all of the people who were rushing past her, bumping and jostling her, Stephanie Lucas looked around the huge airport uncertainly. The corporation Stephanie worked for was hoping to do business with a firm that was based here in England and the matter was seen as being so importa...
Chapter 17 Miss Helena herself took on the role of mentoring Terry as the young woman began her service in the very exclusive salon. She liked the girl; she was polite, warm, and friendly. She treated all with respect, from the very wealthy client that came once a month for pampering and care, to the client that had scraped and scrimped and saved just enou...
"It's a girl, Mom!" My son-in-law Zack chirped exuberantly through the phone. "It's a girl. You have a beautiful granddaughter." Pressing my cell phone firmly to my ear, I couldn't believe how blank my mind had suddenly gone. Of all the things I thought I would say at this moment, I was at a complete loss for words and was finding it difficult to breathe. N...
Authors Note: This is a Lesbian romance story. There is adultery in the story, so if you're the type that's sensitive to such things. You might want to move along. This story is a slow burn type of romance. There is a steamy sex scene, but it doesn't come quickly. I hope the tale pays off for the reader when it does happen. I love getting feedback from rea...
On we go to the next jolly tale. The auction! The grand prize (me!) had brought quite a haul for the sorority. It was oddly pleasing too. Shade informed me the date was set: the last Saturday in September. It seemed unusual being so long after the event itself. Stacy put the date into my calendar when I gave to her. A raised eyebrow. A nod in response. This...
I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story. This is the fifth of the ten in...
As has been the case with my most recent stories, I want to thank my editor, Terry. I wouldn't try to do this now without his help. His advice helps improve the stories and his eyes catch my mistakes. Thanks so much! ***** Staring out the window, Suzanne wished her mood matched the bright sunny day. It had earlier but her lunch date had been yet another in...