"Have either of you seen my good green top." Lizzie rushed into the living room wearing only her knickers and bra. She scanned the surfaces then made a more detailed search of the clothes horse in the corner of the room a without luck. Turning back she saw Ray, seated in one of the armchairs and gazing at her with amusement, eyes scanning appraisingly acros...
More background and plot development. Introducing the main theme. Feedback would still be very welcome. ;) ***** Ray and Angela had, after several failed attempts, finally managed to align gaps in their respective workloads for today so that they could make it out for lunch. The family owned cafe where they had traditionally held these informal meetings ha...
“Peace out y’all” she said as she pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows suggestively towards no one in particular. It was time for her ten minute break in between sets. She went to the bathroom to change and relieve the sweat that she had worked up in her black vinyl pants. In the tiny back bathroom which substituted as a dressing room, she stood behind...
Lizzie slept late the following day and when she woke her memories of the latter parts of the previous evening were fragmented and incomplete. She pieced together what she could though and found she wasn't too mortified by any of it. Checking her phone she found a little flurry of lighthearted and impressively creative mockery from her companions of the nigh...
Prologue - Before Jennifer is still dreaming, though she won't recall the details when she wakes. It's the same dream she has been having for more than twenty years and she's not managed to remember it yet. Nonetheless though, it insists on coming back. At first she'd had it almost every night, and back then in the early days its fading afterimage, all she...
"A fancy evening out," said Ray. "For all three of us. And this is really the best you have managed to come up with. Please put my mind at rest and tell me at least that we're not going to the theatre." Thursday evening found them alone in the house again. Lizzie was out for drinks after work. This was actually an event she wasn't only attending but which s...
INTRODUCTION: This is a romance, a love story. Love is a mysterious force; A force that is blind to gender, uncaring of any person's sexuality, relentless in it's tenacity to bring souls together so that lives might be more complete ... more satisfying ... more filled with joy. In this iteration of a love story, the lovers happen to be two women of very diff...
This is mostly scene setting and character development. Feedback would be very welcome. ***** The hammering came on the front door of the flat, loud and urgent, and Sarah woke from her afternoon nap with a very literal jump. There was a blossoming shadow of panic growing quickly at the back of her mind in direct response to the sound and her heartbeat acce...
note: A special thanks to Colly for her advice and friendship. * * * * * "Bah, humbug." Cindy Davis wasn't overflowing with holiday cheer. In fact, her happy yuletide tank had been empty all week. Now she was filling up with Jack Daniels, but it wasn't improving her mood. Sue Cangelosi turned away from the mini-refrigerator and walked over with two re-fil...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. Chapter...