Author's Notes: Sex scenes are bookended with "~~~" for those uninterested in plot. For those interested in plot, I don't recommend this continuation chapter as a standalone piece. There's a geek check hidden in the text for my geekier friends to find if they want. And, as a redheaded little gay girl, I did irrationally hate Fred Wright. Special thanks to...
Stella, a young twenty-five year old woman, sat in her chair thinking back on an incident that happened a year ago that awakened senses in her that she never knew she had. She had never been bi-curious or at least she hadn't thought so. However, something in her life changed all that, and her bi-curious thinking has never been the same since. It all began w...
It was a cold winter's evening. A Wednesday, seven fourteen. I was curled up on the sofa, my chocolates on the armrest and my hot chocolate on the coffee table, pulled up to be within easy reach. I was getting right into my latest Maeve Binchy novel and as I reached for my third and absolute last until tomorrow chocolate the front door bell rang. The outside...
After I lost my virginity to Derek I felt liberated. Particularly as Jennifer and her boyfriend John, were sexually active too so we became a regular foursome. I liked that as her boyfriend had a car so when it was raining we could at least kiss and cuddle in reasonable comfort. I was writing home every week to mother telling her all about my school work, a...
This is the third chapter in my series TIFF. In this chapter new story sequences are introduced. Enjoy! ***** CHAPTER THREE TIFF'S AWAKENING It was the sun that finally woke Tiff. Stretching she looked over at the still sleeping Jazz. She lay there for a long time thinking about the previous evening and how much she loved Jazz. Then almost like a blind b...
The fog let up around 1pm, and the Castro was buzzing with local gay boys and tourists. A slim, androgynous delivery worker was wending her way through the crowd on the sidewalk, pushing a dolly piled with sacks of flour and boxes of canned goods. She zigzagged her way toward a pizza-by-the-slice place. Men and women alike moved out of her way, some gawking...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Running the risk of being mistaken for a terrorist, I spent the night in the airport, shifting from one area to another, mingling with crowds whenever possible. Every now and then I'd try to snatch a nap, taking care to pillow my head on my backpack, not wanting it to be assumed to be stray and blown up by the bomb squad. Thinking back, I...
This story just came to me in one of those waking dreams. I have no idea if a Black Tie club exists in New York, or anywhere else for that matter, but it seemed like a good backdrop for two women to meet and eventually fall in love. As the story is written by an American, I've had to change the spelling of some words to add authenticity. Finally, in editing...
The butch trucker looked at Gina with almost a lost expression as she awaited an answer. She needed Gina with her, the night they had spent together had proven that to her. Donna waited, hoping for the red headed waitress to say yes. The red headed waitress stood there, mouth agape, a look of total shock on her face. "I can't. Can I? What would they do here...
I've been the star of Jubilee Court for more than 20 years now. Well, a star of it. If someone mentioned the name Sylvia Richardson it wouldn't mean a thing to most people; but say Val from Jubilee Court and everyone knows who you mean – the fiery, busty, sex-mad peroxide blonde queen of Britain's favourite TV soap opera, on the box at peak time three evenin...