Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (or undecided), is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. Edited and corrected by Terr...
This story has a special meaning for me, and I hope you like it. I still cry at the end of it. PART ONE The Jaguar broke down half way between Albany and New York, a gray day, gray sky, smell of rain in the trees. And Beth thinking: Not here, not here in the middle of nowhere. She sat behind the wheel in the parking lot of a windblown rest stop, people wi...
Sadie's Travels One of my oldest memories is of fire...the hot, acrid smell of smoke...a crowd gathered, yelling...my mother screaming...and two loud, heavy, life-altering pops. A shotgun I think. I was later told the fire I remembered was a huge cross burning on our lawn. It wasn't a large lawn, just a small patch really, but my father was pretty proud of...
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to...
This is a continuation of The New Assistant and is about a grieving girl and the person who saved her. It does not matter if you have not read The New Assistant, but it might help a little. The story also introduces some new characters’ that become important to Milly. My thanks to JPGmvny for taking a great deal of time to edit this work and provide helpful...
Author's note: One of the core themes of this story is the subject of being born intersex. If you are not interested in such a subject then please move on. Dru_Druthers wishes to express a heartfelt thank you to all who read, voted, favorited and commented on Part 01 of this story. The overwhelming support has made writing this story worthwhile. (The story...
1. Picked up I can hardly remember how it all started. All I know is that one day on a train going to work she sat down next to me. She said something about the weather, or getting a seat in a crowded train or whatever. I hadn't really listened and was engrossed in my book. But when I looked up and looked in her face, something and something inside me wen...
This story has been resubmitted correcting the errors that were pointed out to me, and some others I also noticed. For those who might be reading this for the first time, I hope you enjoy reading it. For those who are reading it again, I also hope you enjoy it somewhat error free. Lisa Collins Brenda's Journey Sitting back in my swivel chair, I looked arou...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 31 Toni Delacroix looked across the street as a Superior Lawn Care, LLC truck pulled to a stop at the empty lot. She did not envy the men; the wind blowing off of the Atchafalaya had to be bone chilling cold. "Oh, Mama, y'all get cold y'a...
CHAPTER 1 - IT'S MY JOB Soul crushing. That's what this was. Emily finally figured out the right word for it. That's what her job was. Soul crushing. She worked in the drab and bland cubicle number thirty-six on the boring floor twenty two of the blank glass office building. In fact the only thing exciting about her job was that she got to ride on an elevat...