One of the great things about living single in Manhattan is the over-active social scene. There are bars, clubs, parties here to cater to any desire imaginable, cuisine from all over the world, and the world's best entertainment options. Of course, this scene draws visitors like moths to a flame. Case in Point: Amy and Michelle. My company's budgeting proces...
I Gwen's feet hurt, her whole body ached, and there was a monstrous rip in the hem of her travelling clothes. She grasped the edge of the rock and found a foothold, pushing farther away from home. On all sides there was nothing more than tall trees which blocked the sun. The gentle light which filtered through the treetops gave the rocky mountain a magical...
Authors note: I seriously want to thank Wax Philosophical for supplying the scenario featured in this story, for supplying the superb title and for the loan of Natasha and Charlotte. I hope I managed to do them justice. ATM. ***** A Night at the Opera As they entered the dining room of the Hôtel Regina Louvre, Alex glanced at Zabina. She looked beauti...
Pike arrived in the early morning sun to walk through the open screen and look around at the dark woods of the mission style hallway and doorways. Feminine voices in the kitchen up to the left were chatting about the carpentry work to bid when a surprised soft voice demanded, 'where is the top to your bikini; the bidding on the workroom is this afternoon, ev...
I had been quite determined to stay out of trouble, and for a nearly a month after the fight at the bar I did. Actually, I didn't even find more trouble, but I suppose it sort of found me. It wasn't supposed to lead me becoming acquainted with Cole's paddle that hung on the wall of her bar. It didn't even start in the bar. It started at the cafe 'Round the...
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Driving in the country always helped me clear my head of things. Having just found out that my boyfriend was screwing some bimbo at work made me decide there has to be more to life than men. Being a freelance photographer helped me get away. I needed some new shots of something different for...
Note to readers: Thank you for the overwhelming response and feedback on my first story. I have spent the past three years working on my second degree but promised that I would come back with a sequel. Certain passages from Chapter I were based on real life occurrences between me and Jessica. Jessica and I lost touch after I moved onto graduate school, but t...
Ann knew she wouldn't catch-up leaning forward, and crouching low over the mares' neck, she whispered into its ear, begging for more speed. "Come on Girl!" she urged, breathing in time to the horses thundering hooves. It was four years since she and Bev had raced like this. Their childish competing, which had often been the cause for them fighting that end...
Thank you so much for the reception to Pt. 1. Pt. 2 moves us a bit closer to Faith and Ms. D. Pt. 3 is forthcoming, I'm having so much fun with these characters that you might be seeing them for a little while. Please comment and like, and do not forget to check out Pt. 1 if you haven't yet. ***** Chapter 3 Sighing profoundly, I pushed the punishing Hitac...
The music started, the curtains parted, and Wanda Catron wobbled onstage in her four-inch platform heels. The spotlights flared in her eyes, almost blinding her. She reached to her left and found the brass pole. She held on a second, remembering to move her hips to the music. She twirled around the pole, and the trench coat she was wearing flared open, revea...