Welcome to my new story. I have a few installments in mind, this one is a nice start, more will be coming soon. Remember to favorite, comment and send me some feedback. I hope you like Lena as much as I do! *** It was a small church. White plaster walls that rounded as they transitioned into the ceiling. Three sections of small pews. The back of the pu...
I'd like to thank those people who helped me edit this work, particularly the dialog. The Pastor's Wife Chapter 1 I was in the storage room counting candy the day my life turned upside down. It's easy to look now and say: "On that day, my life changed forever." Of course you don't realize it's that kind of day for a long time. In my case, I didn't recogni...
Thank you to Jennifer M. for you decidedly wicked thoughts. 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 coincidental. All characte...
Editor's note: A Sexual Reckoning ended with peace in the family and everyone in touch with their own sexuality and each others'. Everyone except Grandma Edwina. While there's no sexual activity in this very short epilogue, it ties up that loose end with the help of Reverend Mann, the recently-appointed pastor of the family church. If anyone ever wanted to...
This is the second part to a two-part short story about a married woman who is taught the meaning of love by an exotic Indian woman. There will not be any more parts or chapters: sometimes a story just has to end where it ends. ***** I continued to observe the area for the next few days. I knew one thing: open garage doors were an open invitation to come...
Last week, while walking through the Algonquin College campus in the City of Nepean, Ontario, I came across a vision of beauty. Sagal Hussein, a six-foot-tall and bodacious beauty of Somali and Italian descent. With her curvaceous loveliness hidden by a traditional Islamic long skirt and her pretty face framed by the Hijab, this lady definitely stood out amo...
Connie searches for the Eastern Wind and Kat breaks her ties with the past. The motorcycle club heads home, and the term devil dykes takes on a new meaning for the witches of Anaconda. Connie moped around her apartment for a couple of hours before dressing and going down stairs to the bar. It had been almost a week since she had been below in the Lucky Ei...
Cathy and Tammy have been living together for two years, since they both finished high school. They had to keep it a secret for many reasons, but mostly they were afraid what their friends and especially their family would think. They had a crush on each other the first year of high school, but didn't act on it until their senior year. They lived in Birming...
Warning: This story contains incest, futanari, forced sex, and underage drinking (by a year, in the US) and if you don't like these themes then STOP READING. Here's chapter four. Enjoy! ***** Their house was a few miles out of town, in the woods. They had a good chunk of property surrounding them, and the only neighbor they had lived a five minute drive...
Memory is both seductive and selective. We've all relived the so-called 'good old days' and I'm no different. The older I get the more I find myself returning again and again to one particular year. It was 1988 and I was nineteen. I was a country girl from Healesville on the outskirts of Melbourne, the eldest of three daughters. Dad was a vet at Healesville...