Thanks to everyone that has enjoyed this series and continues to encourage me to write. I will be taking a short break with an unrelated story then I will return with Control: Asha's story. However after that I don't know about ch. 5 so the gap may be even longer as I work on other stories while I figure out where I want the series to go. Monday Jessica...
****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter six of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from the...
I, like many young girls, had dreams of becoming the next great Marilyn Monroe and live a life of fame and luxury. After being in Los Angles for five years, however, I realized that it wasn't going to happen, at least not overnight. After a lot of hard work and thousands of auditions, I finally landed a role in a Sci-fi drama in the lead role as a "tough as...
I'd never considered having a relationship with another female. It wasn't that I thought the act to be repulsive in any way; it was just that it hadn't crossed my mind. It was something I knew about vaguely because we all suspected a couple of our female teachers at school as being over friendly with each other but when it happened to me it came as a bolt ri...
Brooke asked if I would write this story. The theme is interracial lesbian domination. All the characters are real. All references to people and photographs are real. I've simply inserted myself into her world. The story ends at my last point of contact with Brooke. There may be more to come. CLAIRE -- LATE AFTERNOON My heart was beating faster than normal...
Kassandra raced through the airport and bulled over other fliers to find her connecting plane. By the time she arrived at the first electronic board listing the departures, it was like she was preparing for the eight hundred meter run. She slipped her bag off and massaged the cramps in her shoulder it left behind. As she caught her air and relieved her dis...
My name is Amy Cotter and this is what happened on my last day at school. I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I'd be wearing a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee lengt...
Heather and her mother Rita moved into their new house a week ago. It was not a difficult move and they hadn't moved very far; it was only a few blocks away from their old place. The house was considerably different. It was a large house in a very upper class street. It was in a practical sense too big for the single mother and daughter, but Rita loved big h...
Chapter 5 I'm so disoriented that it's not until I'm in the parking garage of Altitude's building when I remember that I didn't drive today, and I don't have any of my stuff from upstairs. I probably should have taken a breath and thought things through, but I just had to get out of the office. Not even Jackie's confused questions stopped me or the handful...
The village of Marston-on-the-Green was one of those quintessential English villages, situated in the home counties about forty miles north of London, and about five miles from the nearest town. It had all the usual village essentials, notably its church which could trace its history back well over seven hundred years, a combined shop and Post Office which a...