Liz sighed as she looked at the empty dinner table. It was the third time this week her husband Jon hadn't been home for supper. She gazed at framed photo of the two of them - Jon, tall with broad shoulders and dark, wavy hair and herself with fiery red hair and clear green eyes. She knew why he had never been home, and it was all her fault. Jon couldn't e...
"Again, again, step, step, pause, step, step, pivot, twist, turn, step, step..." Ivory's dance teacher's voice boomed through the studio along with a few attention getting claps. Trista sat watching her on the low seats at the other end. As Ivory spun her long orange-golden hair whipped around her thighs. She had forgotten to tie it back in a bun. Trista lov...
(The characters in this story are entirely fictional and have no connection with any persons living or dead.) I had these lovebirds, two of them. They were the cutest things. Mostly green, with a spots of red on their heads. I'd keep them out on the back patio on days when the temperature wasn't too hot or cold. They loved it out there. One day I looked ou...
Thank you all for your acceptance and I hope enjoyment of previous efforts. I can't speak for other authors, but I do take the comments, good and not so complimentary to improve my submissions. At the urging, insistence in fact, of one particular critic (in the helpful manner) I herewith present two separate small items in one submission. * Workout UUUUU...
Jane's schedule had really picked up. The owners of the massage parlor realized how highly requested she was and found a way to give her more hours throughout the week. Word spread about Jane's abilities as a masseuse, and now she was busier than ever. Beautiful women were referring other beautiful women, and Jane was happy to massage them all. A career in...
It was Saturday night. Jane finished her shift at the massage parlor. She massaged plenty of pretty girls that night, but she looked forward to seeing the prettiest girl of all that night. Jane was on her way to Veronica's apartment. Jane had reluctantly agreed to go Salsa dancing with her Latina coworker. The intern was nervous, but Veronica assured her t...
This won't make much sense unless you've read Chapter 1. Consider Chapter 1 as the scene setting and background info; this chapter is where you get to see what it was all for. If you would like to edit the next chapter for me, please get in touch! As always, enjoy, and let me know your thoughts! *** At eleven the next morning (security had let me in earl...
Our car pulled up outside Mrs Kumila's substantial villa. It was, she had told me, paid for out of her husband's business but he saw little of it - spending most of his time in the Middle East. She was more than happy with the arrangement for it gave her the freedom to indulge her preference for Sapphic love. And so it was that we walked up the steps, hand i...
It's Valentine's night. I should be out with some hot guy, some hot guy that'll take me out to that cozy little Italian joint I like and buy us an overpriced bottle of really good Cabernet Sauvignon so I can get completely blitzed, lose my inhibitions and let him take me home and screw me every which possible way, I was thinking. Notice I said I should be o...
Chapter 1 – Training Time Before I get to the meat of my experience I think I should share a few things about me. I was divorced about a year ago. The whole thing was quite a surprise to me because I didn't see it coming at all. I mean I know we weren't all lovey-dovey, but his demand for a divorce was a shock to say the lease. I was just now beginning to...