CHAPTER 58 "Olivia, please stop." The voice calling me from behind makes me turn on my heels and I find Angie coming towards me. "You left the shop more than an hour ago! What are you still doing here? And why are you almost running in the opposite way of your bus stop! Is everything alright?" she asks. I can sense the true concern in her voice. She know...
This story is based on real people whose names have been adjusted, but the events are pure fantasy. Thank you to the editors who helped me. * It was a crisp fall day. The leaves had just begun to turn shades of yellow, red, and orange, and the University women's crew team was pulling their shells out of the water at the end of practice. The first shell on...
My name is Miranda Hill. I'm a tall, slender and deliciously big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman living in the Back Bay area of Boston, Massachusetts. After many years as a WNBA superstar, I left the fast-growing world of women's professional sports and returned to college. I wanted to mentor young women, especially young Black women. I felt there was...
This story was written based on a request by Hfernandez it is broken into two parts. If anyone would like to see the characters continue I would be happy to write more. As always this is fantasy and all characters are over the age of eighteen. ***** "Audrey I have a new client for you, should I send her to you?" Audrey sipped her latte as she considered...
NOTE: In the first part (Submissive Soccer Moms: Rich Bitch) Layla seduces and Dommes harshly a stuck-up rich soccer mom, Sammantha. Introduced only briefly is another soccer mom, the shy, sweet, Clara. This story is the touching story of a much different seduction. NOTE 2: As always, a special thank you to Estragon for his dedicated copy editing of this an...
"You're going out again?" Mario's voice was aggrieved. Steph paused and turning, looked at her husband as he sprawled in his favourite chair, the TV remote clutched in one hand. "You know that Gabrielle and I have the book club tonight!" she answered, her slender arms reaching up to thrust a pin in the piled hair. "That's three nights this week – you're...
"We need to update some of the modern trains that have been traveling through the city." The elderly male spoke, his sleek black suit slimming his rather chubby form. Circle frames hug low on his nose while pepper and salt hair covered his chin, neglecting his rather bald head.The light reflecting off of it like a glass table. The business man was not seat...
Another day, another dollar. I am riding in my truck when I hear my pager go off. Damn the office-just when I thought I was about to go home and soak in a nice relaxing bath. I knew the drill. Call into the office get the address and report immediately to some high rise in the sky where some wealthy socialite lives with her rich doctor husband and her Ivy Le...
The scene, as so often before, is my agent's office. Flick (Felicity) Caterham has summoned me to an audience. I know, I know; I am the client, she the paid agent but with Flick those lines are not blurred, they are totally removed. It's 11 am. I enter the office and face Flick's new assistant, Portia. Portia is typical of Flick's employees; female, gorgeou...
Chapter Two: Shopping Together Francesca continued to be amazed at how their lives had flowed back together after all these years. She and Emma seemed to have picked up as if there had been no interruption at all between their teenage friendship and the women they had become. For the most part, their likes and dislikes were similar, and where they differed,...