This is a continuation of Meeting My Angel 1-4. I felt that story line was getting a bit dry so I decided to spice things up. Please have an open mind because I have changed the whole scheme of things. The submission of the next story is subject to the feedback on this chapter so please comment. xoxo -JuicyJ19 *** Angie and I made our way to the grocer...
Sorry if this story like "Cinders" and "My Ideas of Heaven seem very long but, I never have any idea of what is going to happen after the first paragraph. I also have to admit I find it harder to switch from writing novels and trying to condense it into a short story. Chapter 1 I was in a bit of a dilemma I had to concede to myself as I lay there in bed...
Annie sat in her car for a good ten minutes mulling over her options. She was quite sure Melanie and Cassie had watched her with Joyce for a while; that realization made her initially believe there was no way this was going to remain a secret forever. If this was true, then the best choice would be to tell Chris about what she did before it accidentally slip...
Chapter One -- The Ride After working a bit later than usual on a Friday evening, I decided to take an Uber home instead of walking over to the light rail. Darkness has already settled in for the evening, and given the fact a cold rain is pouring down outside, a warm ride home seems like a simple reward for a long week's work. Moments after thumbing in my r...
Note: I hate to ruin a perfectly good story with plot, but there were some things I needed to say. I know at least one of you will understand. Lisa, I love you so much for everything you’ve taught me. The last faint echoes of my shoes in the hallway faded away as I approached the door, stopped and looked in. Five neat rows of desks filled the center of the...
While this is part 4 and makes a nice little story on its own, Chapters 1-3 add more to the characters, but are not an absolute necessity. ------------------------------------------------------ After dinner, Annie sat lazily yet anxiously on the bean bag chair in her pink satin shortie-pyjamas with the little Snoopies on them. She watched TV while waiting...
This is the sixth installment of my story about a family with an interesting dynamic. In this chapter, we follow the father and daughter as she explores her sexuality to the fullest, and the two are confronted with the dangers of the outside world as they intrude into their lives. ***** The Professor's Women Chapter Six: Just Us Girls As she drove home,...
Phoebe was sleeping soundly when my alarm went off on Wednesday morning. I slipped out of bed, showered, and was about to head for the train when she woke. "Morning, you." "Morning. I didn't want to wake you." Phoebe gave an elaborate yawn. "Should get up anyway." She padded over to me in her PJs (blue with yellow hedgehogs, if you were wondering) and sto...
Smokey Saga #69: "The Babysitter II" ***** Here's a sequel to "The Babysitter" (lesbian version, natch, as since March '15 I've been writing only lesbian stuff). My last few BDSM stories have been fairly rife with tickle torture, which if you know me at all is no surprise. And I know not everyone has a thing for it like I do. But if you read the original "...
Chapter One (October 2001, Lancashire) Walking down the usual, everyday street Heather caught sight of her reflection in the usual, everyday shop window. And modesty aside, she was impressed. Tall, raven-haired and needing no makeup at all she cut an impressive figure. Even in her student togs she was a sight to be seen; self-supporting, not needing a bra,...