This story is a little longer but I've decided to keep it in one piece to avoid losing the rhythm. It's told in the First Person from the viewpoint of Ellen and because it's set in 1963 I've tried to keep the language as real as possible. The inspiration behind this story came from a picture of a ticket to the dinner JFK was supposed to attend the night of t...
I knock on the door. Silence. I'm a little impatient because it's cold out here, and raining. I knock on the door again, and finally the door opens. It's a middle aged black woman, possibly in her mid forties. Her skin is a high olive complexion, and her dark eyes match it. Her black hair is in a high bun, and in the middle of her hair it is dyed white. It's...
Note: This story will follow several characters for a while but gradually phase out to follow one story from the male's point of view. At first these stories are not going to be filled with sex. This first chapter is more about establishing my main four characters over the course of the same day. Later chapters will get more sexually intensive, with the back...
This is the current endcap for the St. Clair series. It certainly won't be the last one, but it is the last one I actually have planned. The readers of the St. Clair series have been very supportive and very, very patient. The first story in this series was originally intended to go in Romance, but since the two leads in the couple happen to be female, it en...
Sarah sighed wearily as she saw the blinking light telling her there was a 'chatter' waiting and clicked on 'enter chat.' The whole thing was a new venture for her law firm in an attempt to connect with the younger generation. The idea was that people could go to the corporate website and if they couldn't find the information they needed then they could 'c...
When a woman finds herself married to an absolute wimp and isn't happy about it, the remedy might very well turn out to be a simple change in her own attitude...... * Well, better get on home and see what that wimp is up to this time. It was a most unwifelike thought and Jessica knew this, but that wasn't enough to keep her from thinking it. She and Robby...
She was just a student, an exhibitor in a fashion fair at the local art college. 18 years old, Indian, a waif almost a foot shorter than I, with short spiky gelled hair and a ring through one nostril. She cradled my hand as she admired my wedding ring, winking at my bored five-year old daughter, clutching my other hand. She softly brushed her fingers across...
Edited by Amazon2204. Thanks Jo. All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are coincidental. No stereotyping of any kind is intended. The characters and dialogue reflect a time and place * At the time, my reaction to what I'd witnessed was probably quite unusual, especially for 1947. No, I'm not referring to a UFO sighting i...
This is another installment in the story of Mary, the chubby, insecure girl who became a woman thanks to the seduction of her best friend Brianna's father. Having awakened what was apparently an incredibly horny woman underneath the previously bookworm-ish exterior, Greg Mullin soon finds out that the young woman he had started out with; the shy and innocen...
Harriet Burnside is a luscious black-haired beauty, 35 years old, and recently widowed. Her husband, Ben, had crashed his luxury SUV two years ago and died, along with the three high class hookers that were his passengers. Ben was a very successful heart surgeon, very handsome and not immune to the charms of the many women who find money and power irresistib...