--- As always, I thank my volunteer editors profusely. This is a story that took me by surprise emotionally, and it took some work to get it into shape. Imagine a cool evening in the summer when the sun is about to set and the day's heat is breaking. You are in a green park with a small pagoda for concerts and, in the distance, fields for playing soccer an...
We arrived at my place safely and I took on the part of chauffeur opening the rear door and offering my hand to assist both from the back seat. Kay's nipples were totally erect and I assumed Francine's were just a hard. I closed the door and followed the two of them as they made their way to the lobby arm in arm. "Let me get the door." I said being the c...
You would think that after forty-four years of living in Michigan that the bitter, biting cold of its winters would no longer affect me. Well, ordinarily they wouldn't. But, this winter is different. This winter, for the first time in twenty-two years, I am single and believe it or not, available. My husband Gerald, or rather, my ex-husband Gerald and I have...
Note 1: This is a work of fiction and the characters depicted herein are purely figments of my own imagination; any resemblance to any other persons, real or fictional, is entirely coincidental and unintended. And, on the advice of a good friend, this work is copyrighted. To me. I own this, so don't steal it. Note 2: This story contains graphic descriptions...
It was well known in Hidden Valley, California, that the owner of a certain New-Age bookstore was also a witch. There were witches in Hidden Valley, of course. Everyone knew about the annual Halloween rites up at Lake Daniels, but Madama Shelikova seemed to be something else. The Wicca Coven did not like her, although they liked her store. Her magic was old...
Authoress note: Saga learned a new phrase from me the other day: "Chit-chat" she got this thoughtful look on her face after I explained it (by not explaining it, she always has wikipedia open when I'm around), then boldly suggested we replace the 'h' in 'Chit' with 'l', and asked if I wanted to do some 'clit-chat.' You should have seen how bright red her f...
In Jen's junior year at University, she was enrolled in an English lit class that required each student to attend a lab style writing period. The lab period unfortunately fell very inconveniently from 3 to 5pm every Friday. At first, and the thing that bothered Jen the most, was that it would be cutting in to the start of the weekend partying. How this writ...
I had just recently broken up with my boyfriend. I was sitting on my bed in my dorm room talking to my roommate, Robyn. We were discussing him and his shortcomings (I had done the breaking up because he was a jerk) and we got to talking about our sex life. Yes guys, that's right, us girls talk about this stuff too. I was telling Robyn how Mike, my ex, would...
"Look, Carol..." Madelyn Ross had her cell phone cradled against her ear while she flipped pages in her workbook - that was propped against the steering wheel of her mini van - with one hand and held a cigarette with the other. She was parked at a drive-in, arguing with her editor while she waited for her dinner to be delivered. She wasn't making much hea...
When the final leg of her book tour ended, Salumeh found herself stuck in a Denver hotel in the midst of a snow storm. A far cry from her sunny downtown Los Angeles home. Her latest book, Secret Garden, had managed to break into the top 10 NYT bestseller list after its third week. As usual, it was a fictional piece focused on a young Persian girl's life gro...