I was a typical twenty-year old girl on an early June Saturday morning. I was in my bed masturbating. My new stepmother, Ginger, rapped on my door and came in. I managed to mostly cover up but I knew I had most of a tit out and that she could likely tell I had a hand on my pussy. She asked me if I would be coming down for breakfast and I said "No" in a so...
Author's Note Risk Versus Reward is a prequel to Girl Friday and focuses on the story of Karin, the 'H.R. Lady' who provided Charlotte's rather unique interview experience when she was hired. You do not need to read Girl Friday to understand what's going on in Risk Versus Reward. But if you enjoy this story, Girl Friday should most definitely be on your rea...
It's Friday morning - "Casual Friday" at the office. I'm walking along with a friend when I see her coming toward me in the hall. As usual, I'm curious to see how she will react to me, and as we approach one another, I can tell this will include the usual awkwardness. I'm slightly behind Gina, my friend, who speaks first, a pleasant, "Hi, Deborah!" that draw...
When I come home from work, the gin and tonic awaits me on the coffee table: two ice cubes, the lime already squeezed into the drink to flavour it. A Bach harpsichord piece (something from the Well-Tempered Clavier?) is playing quietly. Kimmy doesn't come out yet. She knows I want a few minutes alone first, to sink into the sofa, kick off my pumps, sip my dr...
Empires are, I think, male. They thrive on aggression, ambition, and a desire for riches and power. I like what riches bring, but I can sleep in only one bed, live in only one place and eat only one meal at a time. There is something in the drive for Empire I do not understand. I think that like the male sex drive it is to do with possession and the instant...
(The characters in this story are entirely fictional and have no connection with any persons living or dead.) I had these lovebirds, two of them. They were the cutest things. Mostly green, with a spots of red on their heads. I'd keep them out on the back patio on days when the temperature wasn't too hot or cold. They loved it out there. One day I looked ou...
Across the next few days it became clear that you could, indeed, not step into the same river twice. Calliope's death had altered the balance of power in the Seraglio - and not in my favour. With Irene's son as the most likely heir, the Sultana, Roxanne, was also sidelined, and though it should have suited her purpose to ally with me, she was too bovine so...
As you remember from chapter one, after her husband's death Tiffany Andrews found that he had squandered his fortune which left her in financial straits. She was forced to sell her home and move into more modest surroundings. Forced with taking one of her children out of the prestigious Hedley Coleville Academy she appealed to Elizabeth Jones, principal of t...
"Repeat after me," she said. "I am never 'obnoxious.' I am entirely lovable, delectable, and delightful... however I feel." Allie laughed. Screwing up her face in imitation of a five-year-old having a tantrum, she cried, "I won't! You can't make me!" She got all the way through, "Shut up, you're not the boss of me" before breaking into a grin. Diana didn't...
Dear Readers. I ask your patience with this chapter. While the sex is good, I felt that it was absolutely essential in setting up a new chapter in Samantha's life, with new characters and a change in settings. I promised more passion in this chapter, I know, and I hope I don't disappoint but as I wrote it, I realized that the only way to make things work was...