This story deals with themes of female domination in a lesbian setting; if you are likely to be offended by such material please try a different story. Chapter One I was about five years old when I first began to understand the power and influence I could wield as a niece of the king. I made life a misery for the courtiers who were responsible for me, but...
I could see myself reflected in the golden elevator doors and I smirked at myself. Behind me, I could see the expensive marble floor, the impressive (if a little gauche) Corinthian columns, and the gilded trim that was stretched around the perimeter of the lobby. Everything, including me, had a slightly gold-metallic tinge from the reflection, giving everyth...
I hope this lesbian love story has turned out okay. One evening I was listening to a 1950s/60s music programme on the radio and an Eddie Cochrane song inspired the story title and chapter headings. Trouble was, I didn't have even an inkling of a story idea, just liked the title with headings, and it took me a while to come up with this. So if it fails, blame...
PROLOGUE: WHAT IS LOVE? L-o-v-e. Just four tiny letters. Love. Just one simple word. Love. No two people would create the same definition. Love. So many different kinds; so many different emotions. I love my mother; I love my decaf mochas; I love my teddy bear from when I was three; I love the Big Bang Theory; I love to read; I love teaching; I love wea...
This is the continuation of 'The Artist and her young lover' and it will make little sense unless you have read the first part. To Recap: Milly's wife, a police officer, was killed and her friend's daughter, Fiona, provided comfort through Milly's grief. The following year Fiona decides to study at university, near to Milly's home and spends a lot of time...
These two fictional people are as real as I can make them. I hope you like reading the story as much as I liked writing it. *** It was the perfect day for a hike, especially for rainy Seattle. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and there was just a little bit of a breeze, but I was too nervous to really notice. I actually had butterflies in my stomach...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Brother Dominick parked in the rear parking lot of St. Elizabeth Parish's Trauma Center. He admired the five story building; all glass and steel; a truly modern structure. He could remember when the land he was now standing on had been a...
"Coming over tonight?" "My ass is seriously dragging." I stopped looking at the Google research results on my laptop and turned my full attention to Jerrod's voice on my cell phone. "Rough practice?" "Yeah, coach had us running with full pads and taking a fucking thousand reps. Guess he didn't want another close fucking call like last Saturday." "Poor b...
I scanned the bar area but she was nowhere to be seen. I'd been covertly watching the woman for the last hour without mustering the courage to go and speak to her, now she was gone. I'd only gone out for a quiet drink on my own, book in hand, in order to get some peace and quiet from the workmen that were hammering and banging in my neighbours house, but I h...
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