Hello there, it's me again, Sammy Jo, here to tell you about another big night out. And wow, do I have a story to tell! Last time we spoke I left you en route to a hot date. As you may or may not remember, it was a Friday and the date was going to be the sequel to the hottest night of sex I'd ever had. Okay, so it was a sequel delayed by over seven years bu...
"Ms. Steven's office." I stated flatly into the telephone. I was angry. A little over six months after I graduated college with a marketing/business degree and I was answering telephones for my boss, Amanda Steven's. "Ms. Steven's? Mr. Bremmer from Coral Pharmaceutical is holding on line six." I barked into the intercom. "Please take a message then come...
I flew down to Texas to attend the wedding of Amy, one of my co-workers who used to sing in a women's choir with me. It was held in a little town called Keefer's Bridge, about 200 miles west of Corpus Christi. The invite list was quite short – just family and close friends, about 30 people in total. The wedding took place in a little white clapboard Baptist...
Author's Note: This could have been titled "Bedding the Boss Pt. 03" but is intended to be a stand-alone story that happens to begin soon after parts one and two left off. And, whereas parts one and two were very much interdependent (and more or less lifted from a full-length novel) this adventure is almost exclusively new material, with a storyline in its o...
Gerri killed the engine on her bass boat and glided into a cove sighing with contentment. Looking around at the morning mist rising from the lake she couldn't think of anywhere she would rather be or anything else she would rather be doing. As the boat slowed to a near stop she rose from the helm and slid into her bass seat taking up her rod and engaging the...
"Almost there!" Zoe says to herself as the plane makes its final descent toward Melbourne. Zoe's mind races as her heart feels like it will beat out of her chest. She is finally going to meet Sarah. She is finally going to meet her queen in person. She begins to feel a tingle between her legs as she thinks about Sarah. They had met on Facebook a while back a...
"That bitch has gone too far!" Queen Catherine fumed. She slammed her bedchamber door closed and crossed to the massive looking glass that hung on the far wall. Examining her face, she saw few lines and her hair was still dark as a raven's wing. "How dare she tell me I'm old!" She stared at her reflection without seeing it as she replayed the previous ten mi...
After that morning, the tide went out fast on my time in London. It was strange, but as I relaxed, my mission accomplished, I felt a pull to this place, London. My father had said something once about there being some family connection, and it was as though some folk memory was pulling me there. I dismissed it. I was, though, delighted, that my beloved Will...
She's smiling at me again; she's always smiling at me. It's not one of those, polite, just being nice, artificial smiles, but one of those giant, beaming, sparkling smiles. I just thought to myself, she must be a really nice person. It took me a while to pick up on it; I didn't catch on to it right away. I thought she was just trying to be nice, polite and...
This story is the third and final part of my story that began with "A High School Bet" (in "First Time" section) and continued with "Jesse's Forfeit" (in "Transsexuals and Crossdressers" section). Although it may exist as a standalone story it may help to have read those stories first to understand what has happened up to this point. *** The prom was the e...