I’d like to share with you all what happened on the day when everything changed for me. It’s a story that needs to be told, so credit can be given to a woman who deserves it. That woman’s name is Caroline Fitzgerald, better known to you as Carmen Cantrell. Back then I was fresh out of high school. Don’t ask me how I suddenly ended up in the porn industry...
Part three! It's taken longer than I wanted to get this done but I was hit with a really bad case of writers block half way through so took a bit of a break. Part four hasn't been started but I have an idea about where I want this story to go and ultimately end... I think? As always please enjoy, I apologise for waffling, it's a bad habit. Feedback/com...
The next day, I went through the motions of doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen and chores like that. I actually got quite a lot done while my mind sorted through 'the situation'. I wondered why, in the year and a half we'd been seeing each other, Jerry and I had never talked seriously about moving in together. I had to admit that maybe neither of us wanted...
"Why are people so obsessed with sex at work?" Deborah Fournel wondered, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, raven-haired and alabaster-skinned French Canadian gal sighed deeply. Sitting on the toilet, on the second floor of the World Issues Canada building, Deborah allowed herself a private moment. She'd been working in this austere Canadian government building i...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. Spring 1986 Laura Martinelli sighed with frustration as the voice of her boss, Paul Bishop, filled the receiver of the brick sized mobile phone in her hand. Not that she didn't want to talk t...
Thank you for your patience, this is going to be the last chapter in Callie and Lexie's story. At least for the moment anyway as I have other ideas flying around my head that I want to get on paper before I completely forget them. As always please comment/get in touch with thoughts, concerns or feedback. I love reading what you all think and it really does...
I'm in a dark corner of a dark club somewhere in Chicago. I'm in the corner mainly because I'm out of the way here. I hate clubs. But O loves them. She toasts me from the dance floor and I raise my drink in return. I'm only here because I promised her I would come out and it was her turn to pick the place. A couple of guys have stopped by to ask me if I wan...
Part two is finished! I had already written most of this before I uploaded the first part which is why this is done so quickly. Chapter three is going to take some time because I haven't even though about where I want this story to go. I'm really happy with the feedback I've gotten so far, I hope this lives up to expectation and I welcome any feedback, comm...
O barely makes it through the door before she passes out on my ottoman. I take her shoes off and cover with a blanket that she almost immediately kicks off. In my room, I sit down on my bed and take out her card again. The temptation to text her right now is overwhelming, but I'm assuming this works the same way as with guys. Gotta play it cool. I strip do...
Milla struggled to breathe within the strangle hold that her friend thought was a hug. She was sure that her ribs shifted out of place. Her ensuing sigh was not for the embrace but for the usual melodrama Abby seemed to bring to any situation. "I can't believe that you'll be gone tomorrow!" the other girl wailed. The tears pushing from the corners of her ey...