After that morning, the tide went out fast on my time in London. It was strange, but as I relaxed, my mission accomplished, I felt a pull to this place, London. My father had said something once about there being some family connection, and it was as though some folk memory was pulling me there. I dismissed it. I was, though, delighted, that my beloved Will...
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An engagement is the most exciting thing a young woman experiences. When my boyfriend Willard proposed to me, I was delirious with happiness. He put a large diamond on my hand, and said. "Gwen, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" I shook with joy and wept while saying 'yes'! Of course you feel like a princess for a minute, and then comes the joy...
Gayesha stood outside the Headmistress' office door at the Miss Jones' Academy from which she received a full scholarship to attend and finish her twelfth year of education because, although, she was beautiful, very intelligent, and had great potential to go far in the world, she lived in the small, rural town of Ratnapura, Sri Lanka, where her dad eked out...
This story is an homage to Mistress_Christine and her wonderful stories from the lesbian country. ***** As I come to the bridge of the flagship 'Angela Merkel', Seawoman Carter announces "Admiral on the bridge." The captain, ship's engineer and sailing master turn from their discussion and greet me. If you met Captain Sue, as she prefers to be addressed,...
The Color Of Truth When Domenique Louisa Esposito was a little girl, her real name was Domenica and her pops used to leave her at his strip club when he needed a baby sitter. Pops and Momma Esposito, A K A Tony and Lala, in spite of running a clean, reputable business, lost favor with the families in their Italian and Polish neighborhood once they found out...
'The King is dying.' That was what the messenger said. Well it was expected. The old man had passed the age of sixty some time ago, and had been feeble for a while. A week before the Christ Mass he had lost consciousness, but now we were told he had revived. Ealdgyth refused to go where Harold had summoned her, so I went in her stead. I had never been at a...
This is follow-on story for the "Learning to Love Myself" series ***** Hi everyone, Elain here again. I know I owe everybody the stories that I hinted at when closing my "Learning to Love Myself" narrative, but recent events make this tale more immediate. You see, Angel has gotten married. If you haven't read my "Learning to Love Myself" narrative and don...
"Merciful Heavens, the cold." Trying to not look like I was shivering I approached my destination. The almost impossible scent of the place came to me well before I got to the gate. Roses? More a spring or summer smell than one for the depths of winter. The iron gate, flanked with its columns of white stone, was cold under my hand. I looked at the vines t...
Amanda was excited. Her husband was away, yet again, on business and she had the house to herself for two weeks. Her fun could begin again. *** Gazing in the mirror, she knew that she was an attractive lady. She was slim with a pretty face, and had always attracted attention and glances whenever she had walked down the street, or down the beach. Her blond...