V. The morning stretched out hot and dusty and long, so long. So much longer, it seemed, than any other morning in Mary Weaver's life. It seemed as though she had been born, been a child, and grown up just so this morning could drag on and on and on. Myra couldn't find her book; Mina wept over a dampened sketchbook and had to be coaxed to breakfast; Elpset...
Phoebe opened the library the following morning with a smile on her lips, which relaxed the muscles that held her lips so tight and thin. Small children, who didn’t know her, actually approached her with questions. Instead of receiving a tsk, their questions were answered. One small child, particularly cute, actually received a kiss on the forehead, before b...
My last tale (Forever Autumn) wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs so I thought I'd make amends by indulging in a little more whimsy (and hope to please those of my readers who have told me I should write more tales like this). Characters in sex scenes are eighteen years old or over. All characters and places are imaginary—any resemblance to persons living or...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past. As the reader, I leave it up to you to decide the year or decade. For starters, you might enjoy reading Shari Holds a Torch, the first story in the series. This story features large age differences, student-teacher dynamic, strap-on, and anal sex. If this sort of story is not your thing, skip this....
This is a story of fiction and is not intended to reflect any factual basis upon the characters mentioned. This story is hopefully enjoyed by those who like a more romantic tale. I hope I've done justice to those this story reflects. F/F. ***** Joan A test. A test from The future king of France, Charles VII. She was to travel to a small village and slay...
With Which, With What and to Whom? "This sucks." "You're damn right it does, I'm horny as hell, but I'm not going to have sex with you no matter what anybody says." "You keep away from me you Dyke bitch, and put my handbag down." "I don't want any part of your handbag you old fag. I was told that there were some hot, bi women here in this gay bar. Instea...
The Plan Week 2 Katherine sat at the breakfast table, recovering from the night before. Her legs were up on the table, either side of her breakfast plate. Leaning back in her chair, Katherine stifled a moan, as she was relieving herself of tension. Her skirt was rolled up on to her lap, her panties were pulled to one side, as she plunged two fingers, sque...
I'm Renee Dion, registered nurse. I've always loved that. It sounds so important. I've been working for years—forever it seems. I long since gave up on my hospital job in favor of fee-for-service work, where I can call my own spots and make my own hours. I do okay—financially, that is—and my husband Ricky makes a good salary as a factory foreman. So, you...
Authors Note: Thank you very much to J. Who helped with proofreading/editing this story. All your hard work is very much appreciated. Rachel pushed in the clutch and ground the gears until she found reverse on the old truck. She raged at herself for once again agreeing to do something she really didn't want to do. Her kids were both away at college and...
It wasn't the red checked shirt that caught her eye that afternoon as she slung a saddle over the metal rail, nor was it the long blonde hair blowing in the wind that had sprung up a few hours ago. It was the look in her eyes that caught and held her attention for a moment in time, there was a hint of longing, a quiet desperation that reminded her of home. H...