It was as Elaine collected the hymnals from the ends of the pews after Mass on a dreary Sunday morning that she saw the young woman for the first time. She was sitting near the back, dark-skinned and striking, slender like a big predator cat. Her head was bowed slightly, so that Elaine could see her metallic gold eye shadow. She had black hair, braided thin...
This is a continuation of my story Herta Wolfsfriend, which should be read first. Apologies if I've made any errors in depicting Norse or Saami cultures. This historical romance draws from Maria Kvilhaug's Blade Honer novels, as well as Nils Gaup's excellent film The Pathfinder (1987). The central idea, a strong BBW Norsewoman with three adoring younger wive...
Editor's note: While there is group sex and bisexual activity in this story, it is about Mary, an unfortunate woman whose prudish mother and severe grandmother will neither accept Mary's lesbian life choice nor treat her wife, Luann with anything but disdain. Fortunately for Mary, she knows a secret about her mother and father that she and her wife can leve...
They let go of each other and sat up, finding their shirts and quickly going into the house and taking them off again on the way to the bathroom, snickering as they hung them on the top corner of the door, and got into the tub, looking at each other, and then they both raised their eyebrows questioningly. His sister said softly: "Yeah, I want to, ... want y...
Hannah Allbright rode Lancaster, her husband’s favorite mount, down the charred and blackened streets of Pleasant Harbor Township, the stink of smoke and soot still lingered thick in the muggy summer air. Though it was her third visit into town since the burning she still wept at the site of her beloved village smoldering in ruin as she made her way to the m...
"Hockey players," the tall blond began as she grabbed the bottom of her blue cotton t-shirt and flipped it over her head, "aren't scared of shit!" Then she kicked off the rest of her clothes and jumped. Elena and half of the other incoming freshman screamed, running over to the precipice to look over the ledge. The blond girl flailed her arms and legs out f...
Isabella was drinking her coffee as she gazed out the window thinking about how fortunate she was to be financially secure at the age of 42. Her parents were from Italy but Isabella was born in the states. When she finished school Isabella left her parents back east and headed for California. She worked as a waitress until she discovered her calling as an ex...
A friend came over for lunch the other day as I was painting the den and as I hate painting with as much passion as I hate my ex husband I was only too willing to down the paintbrush and make some lunch. I have an abiding respect for Caroline Mullins. She's the only member of my ex husband's congregation to stay in contact with me. The rest of those 'so-call...
I knew that I was homely. I knew, because my mother had been telling me that ever since I was a little girl. There was something wrong with her to do that, true or not, but she had her own inner demons that caused her to act that way, and do a lot of things that just weren't right. But, what could I do? I was a little girl, and a little girl believes what...
"Something's wrong, Lacey. What is it?" She had always respected Rita's intuition. "What do you mean?" "The wedding's in four days," Rita reminded her. "I know I'm just a regular bridesmaid and not the maid of honor, but there's something ... off about how you're acting." "Crap. Did I turn into a bridezilla? I was really trying not to. Did I snap at you?...