The sun filtering through the windows warmed the air inside my bookshop. I had always loved this time of the year. It brought back good memories of my childhood. The sunshine helped to lift my mood and to shake off the winter sadness. Anyway, at this time in my life, I was feeling really quite good about everything. As the day wore on, the volume of people v...
"Your extra towels, Ms. Miller," she said, laying them neatly on the table near the pool. It was Kathleen's third day on the job. She was a maid for the upper class, and at the age of 36, her resume was already impressive. It included service for the financial elite, celebrities, and even a brief stint in the White House. Now here she was, working proudly...
Chapter Two The Lady Even though I hadn't known her name until the night before, I'd been watching Greta for a very long time. I suppose it started back when she was pre-adolescent. Along with my duties in hell as head mistress, punishing the souls of the sexually wicked, I was responsible for going to earth at night and finding adulteresses so that I co...
Dawn answered the call on her bedroom extension. "Hello." "Dawn, this is Gloria Stafford. I hope I did not call too early." "Please don't be concerned. It must be important for you to call me on a Saturday, "Dawn replied. "Yes, it is important. We have wonderful news. An eyewitness to your attack has surfaced. He is doing so at great personal risk." "Wh...
This is a story of pure fiction. We write for enjoyment. Please take the time to rate this story and all comments are appreciated. ***** Alex Baker strolled along West Adams past the growing line of hopefuls waiting for the opportunity for admittance into 'The Cherry Stem'; the current hot spot in Lesbian bars in Atlanta. She was walking slow, admiring the...
Dear Readers! I get an idea, a fictional based on my own life. It is an alternate universe, and it is the central Martina. And the name Max is a gender-neutral name. You have often wrong about the gender. To be honest, I am born with a Cerebral Palsy. It is not a disease, but it is a physical disability. I am open for your questions or you can google after...
Blue. That's how every looks right now. How everything feels. I suppose it's not fair of me. I suppose I should be a bit more supportive, but it's hard to. Tears sting my cheeks and I wrap my hand around my coffee mug, pressing my fingers into the scalding ceramic. I bite my lower lip to keep it from trembling. I'm a mess. She rushes into the kitchen, her w...
Author's Note: I'd just like to say thank you to everyone who wrote me after my first two chapters encouraging me to write this third one. It's been a long time coming but it's finally here and I hope it's the best one yet. If you haven't read the first two chapters I highly recommend it so this chapter will make much more sense. And please, if you have any...
These are my recollections, as I've put them down on paper. I'm Nina Mercado, a former stripper and porn actress from Vegas who decided to make a better life for myself. I was born in the southwestern part of Texas and my family migrated north to Dallas where I went to school. I've always been an attractive woman and with my Native American dark hair and bro...
Maddie realized two things when she woke up the day after graduating from high school. Firstly, she was no longer going to have the aura of an athlete lifting her up above the crowd; she had tried her best to earn an athletic scholarship, but there were no takers, save for a small school too far from civilization, where she feared irrelevance. Her ego did no...