[My thanks once again to estragon for editing my prose. I appreciate all the feedback and love hearing from you. Please write. I love the suggestions, but may or may not incorporate them in the story. I have no control of where my Muse leads me. She is a wicked domme. :-) -Tricia] Session XI: Caught in a Web I woke up on Wednesday morning to the vibrati...
This is my long-awaited sequel to "Remember This Moment Forever" which takes place ten years after the original story. What was originally intended to be one long story eventually grew so large that I decided to split it into four parts with a new story being posted at the end of each summer month (beginning with Part One in May and ending with Part Four in...
Katie and Sarah had returned from the classes the other day, ate a light dinner, and then went straight to bed. They didn't see either Jackie or Tina, but both knew the sinister duo would have another rush assignment to complete. Sarah woke up first and notice a note on the table stand. It read, "Nice job sucking cunt, Cunt. Pam told me all about it last ni...
"Oh no, you can't have brunette-on-brunette," Jessie cut me off. "She needs to be a blond or a redhead." This conversation took place over the phone while I was at work, so I had to be cautious as to my choice of phrasing. Further complicating the matter was the fact that on just the other side of my office wall was my young, light-brown-haired employee whom...
I often thought of the mall that I worked in as an old oil painting hung up in a basement rec room. Nobody ever really paid it much attention, but it would sit there unchanging, collecting dust - and if it was gone, folks would probably feel like something was missing. I worked in a large chain department store that time forgot, in a low key job in women's...
Catalina Saint Vincent is my name. I'm a five-foot-eleven, quite curvy and delicious big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Many people accuse me of being naïve because I've led a somewhat sheltered life. That's not true. I'm the most down to earth and realistic person you wi...
[Thank you to all the people who've given comments or votes or written me. I enjoy hearing from you. Thank you also to estragon for copyediting -Tricia] Session VIII: A New Week The Therapy App left me alone on Saturday, which I was partly happy about because I had to deal with the normal family stuff. But it also frustrated me because I was already needi...
Things were finally going Cory's way. It's been one year since she moved to San Francisco, and up to this point, it has been one struggle after another. Her problems were mostly financial, finding it hard to make ends meet. Cory's job as a Judge's clerk paid reasonable well, but the high cost of rent took most of it. So, when a job performance review gained...
02 - A deal is cut As Anne came up the stair to the outdoor restaurant overlooking Kamachooga Bay, she saw Jean waving at her from the only occupied table. She was one big smile, wearing heavy dark sunglasses, a thin white blouse and a light grey skirt with a tiny red belt. Handbag, shoes and arm rings had matching deep brown colours. As usual she looked gr...
Hi, my name is Abigail. I currently work full time at a law firm in Manhattan, New York, where I'm a "legal assistant". This is just a fancy way of saying I'm a secretary — I book appointments, answer phone calls, send documents, and do whatever asked of me by the many attorneys and partners that come through the office every day. It pays well and I've been...