Well, everyone seemed to want to know what happened between the girls, so I decided I'd write one final chapter explaining what developed between them. This story doesn't really include sex, but it's the truth and how things could've gone. You'll understand that when you read the note at the end. I hope this answers any questions I left hanging. Thank you fo...
It was a big day for Holly Anderson. She had been in college for about a month, but today was the first official day of practice with the basketball team. She was attending a very prestigious university, known both for its excellent academics as well as its athletics. Holly was on a "full-ride" scholarship, based on the fact that she was all-State in two spo...
Amber Zucchero had always been quiet in high school. On the day of graduation, there was a big blow out for the seniors of the three high schools around: Lakewood Academy, Boston River Preparatory, and Blackpool Hall. Amber attended Blackpool Hall, which was a school for girls. Boston River was a boys' school, and Lakewood was for both boys and girls. It h...
Dear Caroleena, Happy birthday. It is your 24th birth day and I'm really very happy to see you becoming such a big girl. I fought with tears back because one day I had seen the same girl wearing a red-white skirt with pink blouse and a birthday cone on her head celebrating her 3rd birthday. You remember the day? It was the very first day you came to live in...
Delia woke from a very deep sleep to an ear splitting scream, followed by extreme laughter. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw a young Native American woman standing in the doorway. As soon as she saw Delia open her eyes, the young woman ran into the living room, still laughing loudly and uncontrollably. Delia looked around so she'd know exactly the young...
Victoria had been a social worker for almost 20 years now. It was work she enjoyed, even though the pay wasn't great. She felt fulfilled helping people when they needed it most. Working for the government, she had worked in a wide variety of places, from old people's homes, to hospitals and drug rehabilitation centers. The work had always been satisfying an...
Angela checked the address once again. She looked between the bars of the gate and gave one long, low whistle. Miss Rebecca Bingham was more than filthy rich. If she played her cards right, she could land a permanent position within those walls. Walking up to the guardhouse, she reviewed everything she knew about Miss Bingham. According to local rumor, her...
this is my first solo attempt at writing for submission. An arm went around my shoulder and I heard the loud words, "Hi, beautiful.", in my ear. Startled, I looked not to my left to see who it was, but rather across the little round laminated table at my friend, Sandra, whose face looked like she had just seen a spider running across my forehead. Sandra is...
The old weir gate was stuck, again. The old one, made of hornbeam had been much better, but had fallen to pieces two years ago; this modern thing was awful. It had swollen with the rain, and needed a good kick to make it open; fortunately, I was in the mood for kicking, so I gave it a good boot – and it opened. The trees were stark against the sky, denuded...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. It was...