I found myself giggling in the dressing room. The smart little indigo A-line dress I'd found looked just too good, and I suddenly felt like I was twenty again. It showed most of my forty-something feminine curves, but not all of them, just the right ones. When I caught my eye in the mirror I laughed out loud and girlishly covered my smile. I twirled my long...
Even the creases in Joanne's jeans were sensual. Other women would just glance, in that quick all-enveloping approving/disapproving way that women have, but I sat staring. Joanne had a slow, confident walk and the creases and crevices of her jeans moved in a slow, confident "I don't give a fuck" way. The denim fitted her arse like it was painted on and h...
All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified. This series is inspired by the request from reader Penny, and is based partially on true events. ********* The last box was unpacked. I was finally done. I hated moving. We didn't move all that often, but it was always such a nightmare whenever we did. Usually it resulted in a house cho...
Madison had a full weekend planned. There was the planning committee meeting for the fund raiser, and the PTA meeting, and the brunch, and all the errands and shopping that filled the precious free time of a busy woman. And Friday night was to have been the night she finally closed the deal with that sexy little thing from her daughter's cheerleading squad....
Robyn stood in the shower letting the cool water rain down on her body. Her day was longer than normal being a last minute substitute instructor for a high impact aerobics class. Her normal routine would've been three hours of personal training and a yoga class, but her friend and colleague, Wendy had something that required her immediate attention and Robyn...
I don't think I will ever forget that weekend I spent at Meg's. It was the beginning of summer, and I had a couple of days to kill in the city before flying back home. Meg had decided to stay and work for the duration of the summer at the museum, and so she'd rented this small one bedroom apartment downtown. It was the coziest little place you ever saw, and...
Lisa sipped her strawberry daiquiri amid the raucous pub and glanced at her watch realizing she had been waiting patiently among the loud partying spring breakers for almost an hour. She stared at her half empty glass with a somber dejected look and stepped off the bar stool. She made her way over to the front where the Hawaiian shirt bartenders served vario...
A confused young girl falls under the spell of an artist and her assistant. This story takes its inspiration from my work 'Sketchbook' in which a shy and inexperienced young boy becomes infatuated with an older artist. I have tweaked the idea a little and the young boy has become a young woman who is trying to come to terms with feeling different and detach...
Chapter Seven: Between the shafts of a cart The hands of her watch showed a square angle when Cathy entered the courtyard: nine o'clock sharp. The sun was shining above Charissa, as it usually did in the month of Rose. The New State had changed the names of the months: instead of Roman gods and imperators, they were now named after the nicest Auronian flowe...
Off the north-east coast of Kent, England, lies the Isle of Sheppey. A number of dirt roads form a lattice pattern on the harsh lowland to the north of the island where an assortment of one and two storey houses litter the sides of these potholed roads. In late November the wind howls through the night sucking up the dead leaves from between the shrubbery a...