This is a story told in first person; it is done in a memoir style of sorts. It is long winded, quite wordy and I'd classify it more as a romance rather than your usual erotica. There are sexy descriptions within, but they are not the main object of this undertaking. If you're not happy with this, you can exit now. You have been warned. All main plot charact...
Author's Note: This is chapter one in my Wound in Time series. The story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot. It's a lengthy piece that will not exactly satisfy your search for instant gratification. That said, read on and hopefully, enjoy the story. Please don't forget to vote. ************** Mavin began her career as an amateur bodybuilder when...
Note to my readers: Those of you that regularly follow my stories won't be surprised that the story takes a while to get to the meat. No slam bam rapid sexual gratification. Especially in this story, where it was important to define my protagonist and her thoughts and dreams. I hope you grow to love Sandi as much as I. PART 1 For quite some time, I'd year...
Prologue Deline took the bottle of old Grand Dad 101 and gently putting it her lips she eased the bottle back and took a drink. The fluid burned as it flowed down her throat causing her to lean forward and nearly dropped the bottle as she coughed from reflex. "Newbie!" Mary Winston and Shelly Hargrove two of her 'best friends' had come over for a sleep ove...
This book is dedicated to my mother Lillian. Who always told me "Life is not about learning to weather the storms, it's about learning to dance in the rain!" – I love you mother, thank you so much for all you've done to help me become the person I am. Chapter 1 My name is Jessica Fox. This is not my real name, but for reasons of anonymity this is the name...
2013 Two to tango Part 1 Chapter 1 "Damn weather!" Jeanine grumbled as she made her way through the lunch hour crowd in the sweltering heat. What had possessed her to accept her friend's invitation for lunch when she could have sent her assistant to pick up a salad at the snack bar on the ground floor of her building and eaten at her desk in the comfort o...
Part 1 Prologue For as far as she could remember, long hours on the road had always been soothing to Stéphanie. She used to find peace of mind in the endless miles, as a passenger with her trucker dad, then as a driver. Even as a child, the road was her own form of meditation. She could see her father's concentration and tried to imitate it. Eyes roaming...
1949 -- In the beginning Prologue Julia Monroe leans her forehead against the window of the railroad car, her mind barely registering the scenery streaming by. As a young teenager, on her way home from the boarding school, she was fascinated by it, imagining all sorts of wonderful stories set on fantastical worlds. This time, Julia is thinking of a very di...