"Luxury Condominiums" the sign said, and for once the reality lived up to the marketing. I never regretted buying in Miramar Lakes with its spacious rooms, manicured lawns and friendly neighbors. My friendly next-door neighbor is Steve, a charming middle-aged man with three daughters. Unfortunately Steve came out a few years after his divorce, so we were d...
Author's Note: Many thanks to carolin_ for volunteering to edit, for the quick feedback, and also for the encouragement. Should anyone get to the end and contemplate commenting, you should know that comments make my life. * "Fi! Hold the door!" A screech cuts through the rush hour bustle, and I wince in recognition. Clutching my bag closer, I sink into m...
(Author's note: Even as I am writing this story, I still don't have a clue what category it should fit into. Whichever category I choose, several others would be appropriate as well, so forgive me if I don't make the perfect choice.) Norma was nineteen in her final year of high school when the sex witch came to the neighborhood and moved in next door. Of co...
Pamela Jean Armstrong stepped out of the elevator and toward the double glass doors with a purposeful strike in her step. The twenty-four-year-old blond paused for a moment as she checked her reflection in the glass, then opened the right door, stepping into the offices of Dawson, Davis and Douglas. The clock on the wall read nine fifty, but the recently p...
Chapter One (June 1997) The old Temperance Hall was packed with anxious sixth form students from three different schools, a lot of them ready to take their last-ever A-level exam. The final Physics paper kicked off at 9am. Two and a half hours later, in many cases, it would be the end of the trail. Well okay, so would-be chemists had another sitting to en...
This is a story of heartbreak and love. Thank you Robert for your helpful comments. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely...
This is the story of Sandra. This story runs parallel to Whom You Least Expect Ch.2. She is not a saint nor demoness, she is intriguing. You may love or hate her. This is not romance, and has an element of D/s. This story should be read in order (Chapter 1 & 2 first) or it won't make much sense. Thanks to mikseventeen for editing my work. Disclaimer: All cha...
Disclaimer: All characters are of legal age. * It hadn't been that long ago at all that their sleep over's were nothing but staying up all night drinking as many Red Bull's as their young bodies could take talking about nothing in particular while listening to whatever new music Naiya had downloaded onto her computer and they chatted with one friend or ano...
Niki quickly closed the door, saying "I knew you guys were getting it on, I just knew it." "Ohhh, no," Teri moaned, beginning to cry, "They'll break us up, they'll send me away, please don't tell anyone Niki, please." Snapping out of her shock at their being discovered, Brittany said "Get dressed, Teri, we'll bluff our way out of this. Where's the folks, s...
Many thanks to carsonshepherd and minsue for their help editing this story. * * * It had been a normal, boring suburban day. Chilly and rainy with a wind that cut through you and made it feel at least twenty degrees colder than it really was. Andrea hadn't seen the sun in two days. Another gloomily October in Michigan. It was only seven thirty and it was...