This is my entry into the Valentine's Day story contest. It is a tale that takes place in the high fashion industry, and how love sometimes finds people in places and ways they never expected. * Sally Hemmings sat looking at the Valentine card that had been left on her desk before she arrived at work that morning. It was very beautiful and ornate, and smel...
CHAPTER 11: "Baby wake up," Alexa whispers in Maggie's ear. "Noooo," says a very sleepy Maggie. "Wake up! It's your day!" Alexa rubs Maggie's back. Maggie turns to face her and pulls her in her arms. "What's more important than sleeping all day?" Maggie keeps eyes closed and takes Alexa in her arms. "Come on," Alexa nags. "You are right," Maggie sa...
While my stories tend to have happy endings, most have their serious side too so I thought I'd go for total levity this time round. From the time I was knee-high to a bug-eyed monster I enjoyed Golden Age science fiction (1920s-1950s). Then when I was in my twenties, spy fiction was all the rage. So in a fit of madness I thought: why not combine the two and...
Author's Note: It's been a while since I indulged in a spot of girl-girl erotica. Generally I feel that the female touch is best in this category (women knowing women etc.) but it's the craft I love most of all and the art of human communication that I love to explore through this medium. I'm just revisiting, albeit briefly. Please forgive the liberties I...
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN -- Thursday night, late I walked into my bedroom. Jana was in my bed, her laptop in her lap. She had on a big, oversized t-shirt. "There you are." she said without looking up. I fell on the bed next to her. "What are you doing?" "Research." "At this time of night?" She turned the laptop so I could see. A google search for "Tony Davids...
Disclaimer: All characters are of legal age. * It hadn't been that long ago at all that their sleep over's were nothing but staying up all night drinking as many Red Bull's as their young bodies could take talking about nothing in particular while listening to whatever new music Naiya had downloaded onto her computer and they chatted with one friend or ano...
* * Recovery * * The following Thursday Sheri came home!! She was up and walking every day. She finally had her bath, then a shower when deemed safe. The surprise Teresa had prepared (sandwiches) was greeted with yips, hugs and tears of joy. Physical therapy was working with her to regain full use and strength in the affected muscle groups, bringing her s...
* * Friday * * The phone screamed. Fuck! Already? It was only a minute ago I'd fallen asleep. I reached for the damn thing and hung it up. I turned. Sheri's greens focused and she smiled. I leaned over and kissed her. "It was pitifully short but did you sleep well Ma'am?" Phew, I remembered. "Yes I did. I slept the sleep of the dead as they say. Whatever...
© 2007 by Penelope Street Even looking back, I remember the exact moment I first laid eyes on Andrea Marshall. I'm certain my heart missed a beat. Or two. I guess I didn't know she was different at that moment, but I still felt it. "Mrs. Larson?" she queried, rising from behind her desk to reveal a form that, even in an A-line skirt and tweed jacket, was c...
SEPTEMBER I was chilling in my living room, watching John Wick on Netflix when the doorbell rang, fact rather odd at past 9pm on a Friday night. Who could that be? I reluctantly paused the video and went to the door. When I opened it, a gorgeous brunette was standing there. "What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised. "I'm tired of seeing you only at th...