Skin Shallow Friday, July 21st, 2017, 12:42 p.m. Jamie Himmelfarb was not a truly happy person. Here she sat at an outdoor table belonging to Perx, Juniper's premier coffee shop, like so many other workday lunch breaks. She liked to rotate her orders, mixing and matching blends with pastries, such as a roll, fritter or bear claw. The Wi-Fi was top-notch,...
SS49: "Maid In America" *** March 20th, 12:15 p.m. Madison Roschfeld rang her bell. "Miss Magnusson!" she called. "Tea time!" Recently hired Karin Eva Magnusson hastily put the finishing preparations on the tea for her socialite mistress and her guests. She couldn't afford to keep them waiting. Finally, she placed the saucers on the tray and the cu...
Authors note: This story is set against the backdrop of World War II. It was a pleasure to research and write, but the background is rather dark. In striving for realism and factual depictions I tried to bring home to the reader some of the harsh realities of war, as such this story may not be enjoyable for many readers and is a little longer than many. I fe...
Author's Note: The time has come to bring on the drama and shake things up a notch or two. You've been waiting patiently so here it is: Chapter four in my Wound in Time series. The story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot. It's a lengthy piece that will most likely satisfy your search for instant gratification. Please check out the previous chapter...
"Good afternoon, you must be my 1:00! I'm Elizabeth, but please call me Elle," She says extending her hand. "Have a seat." "Hi Elle," I chuckle nervously as I shake her hand and take a seat on the modern black leather sofa. "It's so nice to meet you! I'm Jennifer, but please just call me Jen." "Hi Jen, the pleasure is mine!" she says sitting next to me....
Note that the following events took place in 1985, long before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. *** Bonnie leaned her head onto my shoulder and said, "I could get used to this." "I could, too," I replied. "Eating breakfast with a sexy woman a...
One Halo, Two Wings, And An 'A' Thursday, May 16th, 1991, 2:03 p.m. "Karen Boswell?" "Here." "Ricky Burke?" "Yeah." "Angela Cadwick?" "Present and accounted for!" 20-year-old Angela—who preferred but did not demand to be called Angie—liked to announce her attendance in such a fashion. When the semester opened and she did so, pockets of classm...
Disclaimers: This is an uber tale that deals with some rather sensitive issues like depression, death and rape. But there is hope for our two characters. Heartfelt thanks to my beta reader ---- you are the best --- my friend and my guide. Thank you so much for all that you have offered me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The long figure rolled over. An arm draped its...
Author's note: One of the core themes of this story is the subject of being born intersex. If you are not interested in such a subject then please move on. * Chapter 1 Jade O'Connor Anders was in the prime of her life. At twenty-seven she was strikingly beautiful and seemed to have it all. She was a top literary agent in a successful company, had been ma...
Hi, So I'm back with yet another Lesbian story. You'd think I'd eventually run out of ideas at this rate. This story is in response to several commenters who want me make Heather Franklin a more sympathetic character. In this piece, I take her back to her roots, to the person she wanted to be, rather than the one she became. Although this is a story that...