Savannah reached up and pulled the roller door down, closing the gym off from the rest of the world for the night. Barbells and power racks gleamed dully in the moonlight filtering through the high windows of the warehouse building turned gym, illuminating the traces of chalk dust that still hung in the air from the final class. After the rattle of the door...
This is the first of a series of connected and intertwined stories: Dreams of Saint Claire. At this point, I am planning 4 total: Soldier Girl, Witch, Siren and Angel. This one is in Romance, although Lesbian would fit as well, I suppose. If you haven't read my work, you should be aware that I usually don't tend toward graphic sex scenes. Two things: O...
"Five minutes to shower!" Is all I heard as we ran upstairs all sweaty and worn out. The thought of one more week was my only comfort. We all began to tear out of our battle dress uniforms and rush for the showers. As usual I could not find my soap, you would think that my locker was clean but that's another story. When I got to the showers they were full. "...
Author's Note: This is an alternative historical piece, focusing on an Amazonian Empire that rose into power instead of Rome. I had fun with it, and tried to take a lot from history, but some stuff I certainly had to change (naming conventions was a big one) just to fit. So there will certainly be some inaccuracies. I do hope you all enjoy. Also do note the...
Chapter One - A lover's Memory Abruptly, Madelyn awoke from her sleep to find herself covered in sweat. She'd been dreaming of her past lover again. The sheets of her bed were soaked and her short, almost see-through nightgown was drenched. How much longer was she going to be haunted with the memories of her former lover? How she still longed to feel that w...
The midday sun was just reaching its zenith as the woman in the faded blue dress stood on the porch. She was looking out to the dirt road that ran along side what was left of the fence that bordered the old farm. The house behind her had seen better days, but that could be said for just about every house in the county here in the spring of 1865. After four y...
Hey there litsters!! So I am back with a new story, it is roughly based on Dear John. I honestly have no idea why this idea came to me but it would be a cold day in hell when I deny any inspiration for a story. I hope you guys enjoy this latest adventure. Things have been insane in my life, so I try to make time to write whenever I can and those are rare mo...
Authors Note: In this story a straight women questions herself and her sexuality. This is my first ever story, so I apologize if I fall into the same pitfalls that all new authors fall into. If you guys like it I'll continue on with it, more chapters and such, but no promises, as my interests are always fleeting. Hope you enjoy! Warnings: female masturbatio...
Authors Note: Thank you guys so much for the feedback on the last chapter. Seriously, I never have the motivation to do things more than once, but seeing you guys comment and like the last part of this story made me very happy. I hope this one is just as good, if not better! This chapter is a bit fluffy, but I'll get there, I promise! It's also still a bit s...
**NOTE** This story is a complete work of fiction; all characters and situations. It does contain reference to actual historical figures, implying fictional distant family relation to the characters. My name is Captain Miranda Grant; United States Army. I am thirty-one years old, a graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point and am curren...