This story is set in the 1980s in New York and is one of those one off stories I penned just to see how it would all work out. I hope you enjoy it. ***** Initially I was drawn to Laura Goodman for the same reason as my male counterparts, it was lust and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I was a twenty-nine year old Assistant District Attorney based in New York....
A/N: Hello loves!!!! I have missed you guys so much and have thought about you daily. Even though I have not been posting, I have been writing. I'm so sorry for the long hiatus but school was grueling. But I never forgot about you guys :-) I know I said that this would be the last chapter but I just couldn't do the story justice if I lumped everything into o...
It had gotten hot in the evenings, now. Wind poured through the open windows and screen door, and all it served to do was rustle up the newspaper sitting on the kitchen table and spread a shock of heat through the room. There was no cool refreshing breeze to this summer wind. Half past seven o'clock, and the sun still hadn't relinquished its hold over the ea...
Chapter Three: Negotiations Dear readers: thanks for your patience, I was hoping to get this one done over the Christmas break, but in the end I had to work instead. Then I got a promotion and things have been hectic, with no sign of letting up. But here's the third chapter, and I've just sent the fourth to my beta readers. ***** I slept soundly and woke...
Chapter Three: Exploring Their New Home and the Woods When the gate opened, Miss Casandra Hall drove through, watched it close and continued down to the house. The driveway is a long one since it is a large estate and takes a couple of minutes to get to the house. It is a large house, the renovation work is complete. She pulls the car to a space and parks....
A sudden thudding of the stairs outside my room and a rush of air as the door was flung open caused us to be dragged out of our stupor. "Let the drinking begin!" Rachel announced as she barrelled into the room, a litre bottle of Malibu in hand and a glassy eyed gaze not the only clues to suggest she'd already started. Luckily for us she was just about past...
Not every DJ's done it, but I guarantee every DJ's at least thought about it, if not actively fantasized about it, if not actually done it. I'm talking about sex in the studio. I used to work the overnight shift at K___, a retro R&B station, but after a computer automation system came in, I was moved to evenings. Quite a promotion, they told me. Slipped...
VIII. Some things change you utterly. If you have spent your life with your back turned to your true nature, there are two things that will change you, one way and then the other. The first is the moment when you realise that you may never speak of what you want. Others may say what they like about their desires; they may say it dressed up in convention o...
That Saturday I slept and slept. I was exhausted from all the nervous energy I felt taking my first steps into the world of slutdom. I'd also been cumming quite a bit in the evenings as I thought about the effect I was probably having the guys' home lives. When I finally got up and showered I headed out to do my homework. I grabbed my keys and headed to the...
Samantha J. Waters was a huge disappointment to her mother when she was growing up. She didn't like to wear dresses, go shopping, or have anything to do with other "girly" pursuits. No, Samantha liked helping her older brother practice throwing deep, going fishing with her dad, and roughhousing with the neighborhood boys. Samantha was an all-out tomboy, whos...