Thank you to all my lovely readers for their wonderful comments on the story so far! If you enjoy this, please rate it and feel free to leave a comment or send me a message. I try to respond to everyone who isn't anonymous. Thursday Evening - The Writer's Dinner We picked up our handbags and headed down and then out onto the street. The sun was out and the...
Thanks to Candace as always for her editing skills. ---------------- Diane waited nervously in the sunroom, her right leg thrown over the arm of the chair, her open-toed high heel dangling from the end of her foot. Kayla, along with help from her three compatriots, had fun in using her as a living Barbie doll before the three cheerleaders headed home. Th...
Brooklyn dropped her kit to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed to untie her trainers. lacrosse was never her favorite sport, but she still hated losing. At five foot tall and only weighing a little over a hundred pounds, she wasn't exactly a force of nature. Normally her quick feet would keep her competitive, but the muddy pitch had worked against her...
** October 18th, 2014 ** Lissy and Kara We woke slowly on Saturday, sleepy, stretchy, warm, sore, and happy to be next to each other. After sufficient stretching and other languid movement, we turned to each other, murmured morning greetings, and kissed, ignoring the other's morning mouth. Hells bells, we share every other damn thing. "Morning lover. W...
Author's Note: My sincere gratitude to my editor, Janiexx for tightening and refining my story. Thank you! * The soft light of the full moon shown through the bedroom window and cast pallid shadows on the walls. I gazed lovingly at Meredith sleeping peacefully next to me; her sleek naked body shimmered in the watery diffuse light. Gently, I moved a few lim...
Authors Note: This story is a work of fiction and depicts a sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If this offends you, read no further. I would like to thank everyone who read the previous parts of this story. The comments and emails have been greatly appreciated. Your support and encouragement has meant more to me than I can put into wor...
Chapter One (September 1997) The sobbing was coming from room 443; Madhu's room. It just wasn't in Angie's nature to walk on by. Priests and Levites might have been capable of passing on the other side of the halls corridor, but she wasn't. She lightly rapped her knuckles on the door. No response. The sobbing continued. Angie rapped a little harder. 'Ma...
"Rise and shine sleepy-head!" Dawn McIntyre called out as she pulled open the small window drape and flooded the tiny cabin with early morning sunlight. "It's another beautiful day out in the middle of nowhere." "Screw you!" called out a female voice as an arm emerged from beneath the sheets just long enough to throw a pillow at Dawn. "Come on, Kari, you c...
I was sitting at my desk staring at the heading of the report I was supposed to be writing. But I had no idea how I was supposed to do it. My supervisor had been very short with her trainings and had made it very clear that questions were only to be asked if I had absolutely NO OTHER WAY to find out the information. I usually was a fast learner; usually I co...
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...