Hi, my names Wendy, I hate my name. Wendy, God it sounds so damn… well… girly. I know I am a girl but I’m damn sure not some pussy little cunt bitch Wendy. Sorry, I need to breathe… I’m in a bad mood, its five thirty a.m. right now. And it’s Wednesday to boot, God do I hate Wednesday. Mondays are my good days, and Friday of course. I get cranky on Wednesday...
I quietly turned the door knob and opened the door to my cozy two bedroom home. I tried to be as silent as possible so no one would know I was home yet. I made it into the living room without any noticing me. I plopped down on the love seat and kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and threw all three against the far wall. I could tell t...
Hawke's eyes had been fixed all day on the mansion, watching every little movement she could. The large glass windows in the back certainly made it easy enough to gather all the information she needed. Her target was the famous Dama, seamstress extraordinaire. The woman was worth a large fortune, and Hawke was sure her financiers would fork over a few millio...
How many terrible mornings was Lia going to cause me? I woke up feeling as sluggish as ever. All it took were a few seconds and a yawn before last night's events played back in my mind. Watching, wishing I was there. It was all too much. And yet, a part of me wanted nothing more than to do it again. I couldn't discern one thought from another, but as I wal...
Sequel to 'Lynn's Journeys'… * "Lynn, these are powerful, girl, really fucking powerful," Ali said, laying the 8x10 glossies down on the desk. I had showed her a few of the shots that I particularly liked from one of the photo projects that I was working on. After I moved to New Orleans, I began shooting pics of the Ninth Ward, pics that showed t...
Author's Note: Sorry it has taken me so long to update. Many things have happened- breaking my laptop and a bout of writer's block being some of them- that significantly slowed down the process of this story, but I'm back now!!:) I appreciate any feedback on the story. I love constructive criticism so that I can improve, votes are much appreciated, and just...
OK. This is a work of fiction yada,yada, yada. If you don't know the drill, you have no business reading this. Constructive comments are appreciated. "You suck!" comments get you laughed at as an immature loser. Anyway, without further ado, enjoy. Lesbian, BDSM, Reluctance, non-consent ***** After a couple of minutes for Amy to recover, I put her nip...
Dear Readers! I get an idea, a fictional based on my own life. It is an alternate universe, and it is the central Martina. And the name Max is a gender-neutral name. You have often wrong about the gender. To be honest, I am born with a Cerebral Palsy. It is not a disease, but it is a physical disability. I am open for your questions or you can google after...
When Catherine climbed into be with me that night and took me in her arms it felt so natural, she kissed me and caressed me like I'd never been caressed before. Her fingertips danced all over my body, evoking sounds from me that I never knew were inside me. I do remember I cried a lot, not the teary kind but the cries of pleasure as she brought me time and t...
Since the night where they had both stayed late at her office Lauren hadn't so much as shared a handshake with Jennifer and while it meant that her stomach wasn't squirming with tension all the time, she found that she missed the little 'innocent' touches that had driven her so crazy before. Sure Jennifer was the model employee, friendly, attentive, efficien...