By Evie Lyn and Adam Zasse To the best of our knowledge this story it true. Karen Cassidy herself told us the story and offered her personal insights. We spoke to Celestine Lunete by telephone and confirmed the details. Karen and Celestine live together in Toulon. The authors welcome your comments. We will pass on comments, questions and messages to Karen a...
Part one is a little long because I'm trying to set up the story for the rest of the series. Thanks for your patience. Enjoy. * April muttered an oath under her breath as she pushed through the huge, glass double doors of Dupree Enterprises. Her plane arrived in New Orleans two hours late and, therefore, left her no time to change clothes, let alone fine a...
"Good morning, sleepyhead." Jude gently shook the still-sleeping Karen and, as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up, handed her a cup of coffee. "I thought the slave was supposed to make the coffee," Karen commented contritely. "Well, normally yes but you were sleeping so soundly that it seemed a crime to wake you and you wouldn't want a copper com...
continued... Day 13... We woke before the alarm sounded and by 6:45, we were sitting at breakfast, discussing our driving strategy. "What I'm saying is that if we do four-hour shifts behind the wheel, that we could easily do twelve or fourteen-hour drive-days," Marni was saying in pressing for team-driving. "I get it, babe, I see your point...So, Amaril...
The greatest excitement of my sophomore year in college at Albert-Preston State University was making the cheerleading squad. Well, in actual fact, it was the second team cheerleading squad since I did not make the cut for the varsity "Blue" cheer team. But I was walking on air when I received the email saying I had made the "Orange" or "O" team (after not m...
The shower, after our fun in the woods, was both much-needed (we were both wearing more grass-stains than make-up) and not a little frustrating. The former thanks to Debbie's parent's lawn and the latter thanks to a wonderful soreness. Afterwards we retreated, still naked but now thoroughly relaxed about it, to Debbie's bedroom and sat on her bed as we did...
My name is Jessica and I am twenty four years of age. I grew up in a small suburb in Arkansas, minutes away from Little Rock. I had always thought of myself as an average girl with an average life with very few surprises. I certainly never thought that I would be with another woman. But it happened. It was a surprising experience that I will never forget. I...
You would think that after forty-four years of living in Michigan that the bitter, biting cold of its winters would no longer affect me. Well, ordinarily they wouldn't. But, this winter is different. This winter, for the first time in twenty-two years, I am single and believe it or not, available. My husband Gerald, or rather, my ex-husband Gerald and I have...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has b...
This is after summer Dominique and Rachel had issues and now we see Dominique's side of the relationship. ***** It took a few weeks but I was feeling better about being back. Rachel was always on my mind but I could go days without feeling like my heart was trampled on now instead of hours. One night I couldn't sleep, thinking about her and the many hours...