Introduction Hi, it's me again, Charlotte, but I'd prefer you to think of me as Charley. Charlotte's so girly and faintly old-fashioned, isn't it? Call me that and anyone would think I was one of the Bronte sisters. Yes, ancient yet still ever-popular around the globe, never mind just around my home town. I wish that I had copyright to their works. Fans c...
GAIL I'd have written it all down in the notebook I keep in my purse, but I was terrified that somebody would find and read it. That would be end-of-the-world bad. Let's see: I've had sex with my brother Scott twice. In addition to some other fooling around, including jerking him off in a movie theatre last night. Onto a strangers tits.. And Aunt Rani kno...
Libby and I spent every night for the rest of the week sharing a bed with each other. We'd have sex well into the night, until our muscles ached and our jaws were stiff. Each morning, I would wake up naked, tangled up in my kid sister's loving arms. It was the best week of my life! Every day, I couldn't stop smiling at school, eagerly waiting for classes...
Stephanie hadn't allowed Rose to leave until just before noon the following day—they had spent the remainder of their Friday evening cuddling, and had fallen asleep just before midnight. The next morning, Stephanie opened her eyes and saw that Rose was still curled into the crook of her arm, and smiled to herself, bemused. She leaned down and brushed her lip...
Chapter One Dave and I walked into the Busfeild Arms ten minutes late. That is to say we had been supposed to be there at high noon and we went through the front door just after ten past. To me, the "late Heather Hunter", the timing meant nix. Dave wasn't saying anything but, as Miss Punctuality, she was probably seething. And tee-hee to that! Why should...
Settle in, my sweet lebbis and gents, for we are charting some new territory. This is a heart-wrencher, and a period piece. New story, new characters, old era. I'm taking you way back to my early, early years for this one. Not that I'm ancient, mind you whippersnappers. If you were around to enjoy the mid-1980s, welcome back. If not, take my word for it: the...
Sex section is bookended with ~~~. Feel free to quit reading at that point if you're not into plot. Standard Boilerplate: Contains graphic lesbian sex to be enjoyed by legal adults. Characters not meant to resemble anyone living or dead, fictional or real. Comments welcome! I step inside out of the Seattle rain and kick off my sensible business-heels,...
Faye Wagner heard the tapping at the back door and smiled when she looked up at the kitchen clock and saw that it was precisely 7 o'clock. The visitor was nothing if not precise, and the middle aged woman didn't even bother to peek through the curtains because she knew who it was. "It's me, your albatross!" the tall drink of water chirped after the door wa...
This is after summer Dominique and Rachel had issues and now we see Dominique's side of the relationship. ***** It took a few weeks but I was feeling better about being back. Rachel was always on my mind but I could go days without feeling like my heart was trampled on now instead of hours. One night I couldn't sleep, thinking about her and the many hours...
The scent of cooked turkey still lingered in kitchens across America and the shops and stores were already decorated for Christmas; the coffee shop where Carol sat being no exception. Disconsolately sipping her latte, she didn't feel in a very celebratory mood. The promise of employment that had motivated her to leave home and move to the city hadn't materia...