Heather was gone, no two ways about it. But that was okay, thought Jolene, we need to get away from each other once in awhile, if even just to heal a little. She laughed out loud. But still, Joli was a little sad. This girl that was gone was becoming very important to her. Not in a real sense but in a "I need you right now" sense. But Joli was going to welco...
"Dammed its hot out here," she thought to herself as she stood on the porch of the small log cabin and looked up the valley toward the Old Baldy mountain. It wasn't uncommon to hit the low 90s, this time of year, even up here in the Willow Creek valley, but that didn't make it any more enjoyable. She could see the snow that hung on the tops of the high moun...
Blanche Monroe was the owner of Economy Furniture, a store located between two ghettos; the run-down part of the city where many of the low-income people lived, and the student ghetto which was rapidly becoming just as decrepit because it was primarily multi-family houses rented out by landlords who mostly cashed the checks and did the minimum of repairs nee...
Beth Haverford stood before the Old Master painting, rapt in contemplation. In a clearing of the woods the frozen nymphs were merged in a bacchanal. The scene was some bright-lit Mediterranean isle, but the artist had muted the skies and darkened the verdure so there was a subtle, soothing hint of the somber to the scene. Yet there was no modesty or melanc...
AN INTRODUCTION BY AMY If you have been following my story as it is posted, you will know that I am Rick's girlfriend. I have dark hair and a decent body, even in my advanced years as I approach my thirtieth birthday. You will know that Rick and I met the person you know as Intimate Confessions at an upscale resort in Park City Utah and he wrote the first i...
We were staring into the bright fireplace in front of us. The flames seemed to be performing just for us, swaying back and forth with all the dignity and grace of tiny ballroom dancers. Watching them was almost hypnotic. They gave the otherwise dark room a relaxing glow, filled the room with a feeling of love. Brandy was sitting between my legs, shifting to...
A collective groan rose from the auditorium as Dr. Smith finished her lecture. Dana always enjoyed this class, well, watching the tall professor anyway. Helen Smith was the kind of woman everyone gave a second look too. Dana suspected many people took that second look and wondered why they did so, and then moved on without more than a brief curiosity. Most w...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place many years ago in the past. It is rather long, but it features many characters who appear in several of my other stories. The FTA, as mentioned in the beginning of the story, stands for Future Teachers of America. As always, if large age differences and butch/femme dynamic is not your thing, please skip this story. For e...
Emily Goes Home - Ginger Comes Out Ch. 11 By A Vixen Literally© *** May*** Tuesday, May 1st – I was back at work after taking a personal day. Monday wasn't a particularly fun. Despite the delight of my honey being home and the pleasure of our night, Reenie was a wreck. Her arm hurt, she was still wracked with guilt, and terribly conflicted about her futur...
This is the third and final instalment of this trilogy. The most enjoyable aspect of everything surrounding this is your feedback- I'm grateful for the time you have taken to read any of these instalments. Receiving comments and your votes means a lot and I appreciate it. Trigger Warning: *Contains themes of violence, injuries and deceased persons.* Incl...