My marriage ended acrimoniously after twenty eight years; mainly because I realised I didn't like men. As plus points at forty years old I was still in good condition and attractive for my age. Nor had we had any children, so I had no dependants to fret over. And the financial settlement was more than generous, I would have few money worries for the foreseea...
Mary sat on a bench while reading a letter that Brad had left for her on his cabin door. She already read it once before but was rereading it to make some sense out of it. What Mary had read in the letter left her shock and with some uncertainty about how to handle it. He wrote that she deserved to know the truth about him and why he did the things he did wi...
**NOTE** This story is a complete work of fiction; all characters and situations. It does contain reference to actual historical figures, implying fictional distant family relation to the characters. My name is Captain Miranda Grant; United States Army. I am thirty-one years old, a graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point and am curren...
There are so many paths one can take in life. The same holds true for men and women. Some truths are simply universal. Like the fact that there is an exception to every rule. My name is Miranda Brownstone and I'm the Athletic Director of Randall College in the town of Norwood, Massachusetts. The first woman and the first Black person to hold that position in...
My name is Miranda Hill. I'm a tall, slender and deliciously big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman living in the Back Bay area of Boston, Massachusetts. After many years as a WNBA superstar, I left the fast-growing world of women's professional sports and returned to college. I wanted to mentor young women, especially young Black women. I felt there was...
Helene and Lisa stood outside Miss Baker's office after a nervous school lunch. Wednesday afternoon was dedicated to sports, and it felt unnatural to be standing in the corridor while the other girls bustled towards the changing rooms. Miss Baker opened the door and looked at the two eighteen year olds in their school uniforms. "Both of you again?" She lo...
Prologue: It is about 18 months since I first wrote about my bisexual encounter with Jane. During that interim Jane is the only girl that I have slept with; made long slow passionate love, as only two girls can. However, our friendship is passionate, tactile, slow and sensuous. As we saw more of each other our friendship settled down, not to that of lovers,...
Halloween, Samhain, All Hallow's eve. Here's my paranormal romance for the season. HUGE thanks to E for being my sounding board, even through my annoying plot issues. Comments/votes/feedback are all super appreciated. Thanks for reading!! Early October It started with a card game. Okay, not any card game. My best friend's sister had recently opened a mind...
A plot summary so far: In Part 1 Sorority Submission...Anne sorority pledge fulfills her first task to not wear panties or a bra for the day and where a provocative outfit chosen for her. She is then chosen to be the inspection girl to see if all the other pledges have fulfilled the task as well. Since Anne has very small breasts the task is made extra humi...
I hate elevators. The way they bounce along their cables creeps me out. Mostly, I hate elevators because I get stuck in a small space with unfamiliar people in my bubble. Today I had the pleasure of sharing a lift with a middle-aged bald man getting off on seven. Well, I wasn't sure if he would be getting off tonight, but we were at a hotel, so the probabi...