The Mint Julep Cafe was bubbling with conversation. The table was full of slim, tan women, who all sported the same hairstyle and pastel clothing. It was the Spring Book Club Luncheon. I was on their tennis team and at that time, one of the few social activities I engaged in since we moved to the South. My quirky ponytail, black top, capris, and little heel...
It was safe to say that it was an unremarkable start to the evening at the dark and smouldering metal club. I was wearing a black lacy top with black boudoir style tights that stretched an alluring line from my vixen red shoes towards the suggestive yet coveted curves underneath my flared leather skirt. When we got to the smoky club, it was full of hot, swea...
Meredith strode around in her black and silver pinstriped skirtsuit, arms crossed with her silver-framed glasses pulled down just far enough to rest on her nose. Her hair was pulled back and tied up, exposing her lean neck that poured down into the tanned skin of her upper chest. Another day in the office monitoring her staff and making sure that no covert...
As the train rolled through the countryside, Jen realised that one of the advantages of being unemployed was that you didn't have to travel at the same time as everyone else. Sure, there were all the drawbacks - her rapidly expanding overdraft being the most prominent of those - but for now she could enjoy the fact that the train was almost empty, feeling li...
You should read Chapter 1 of Controlling Cassandra first to understand the context. This is a personal collaboration between on-line friends. ***************************************** In the weeks following my 'incident' with Cassandra when she ripped my clothes to shreds I continually did 2 things with alarming frequency. Firstly, I visited the place wher...
This is part of a full-length novel that runs to 17 Chapters – you'll enjoy this much more if you read the earlier chapters first. * * * * * I had nothing planned for the weekend, but I had new toys to play with. I spent Friday evening alone, catching up on some domestic affairs, e-mail correspondence and my personal finances. Since starting at Passionella...
When the pressure's on I can never seem to come up with any ideas. This is the thought tip-toeing through my mind as I leave the last Creative Writing lesson of term. The assignment's due first week back meaning I've only got three weeks. What am I going to write about? Just time for a quick cigarette outside the main entrance - cold wind whipping against my...
Here I was, in the huge backseat of a restored '57 Chevy Bel-Air with a woman whose name I couldn't remember; her mouth, tasting of whiskey and tobacco, kissing me, her callused, sure, hands slipping off my panties. My wide hips tipping up to let her, my mouth slack and open to her demanding, slippery, tongue; my head tilted, eyes open, staring at the rivule...
** For Miss S ** "Jennifer, what have you gotten yourself into now?" It was as obviously a rhetorical question as they get. My mind was just running in overdrive at the fear that someone would enter the wash-room. Enter, and find the stall I was in. You see, I was not using the wash-room per se. I was just casually sitting in a stall biding my time. You co...
Aimee wandered absent mindedly around the crowded room, smiling slightly in greeting to this person and that. She was having a very difficult time concentrating on the party. She knew very few people here, but she knew she had to be here. Kayla wanted it. And what Kayla wanted, Kayla got. She lay on her back on the bed, her wrists bound together and above h...