"Bring in the popcorn, please," Jolene called out as she put down the blanket in the living room. Ronnie brought out the giant bowl from the kitchen. The two of them decided to skip the gym for tonight. "No butter!" Ronnie parked herself next to Jolene on the blanket and popped a kernel in her mouth. "Are you ready for this movie? I bet it's pretty intense....
This is the conclusion to "McKayla's Miracle". It picks up right where the previous chapter left off, so if you're interested in the story, you should probably read the previous parts. Enjoy! *********************** I came home early. I was eight months pregnant and wasn't feeling up to a full day's work. I could have quit my job or at least gone on bedr...
Someday my prince (princess?) will come * Author's Note I've been in a bit of a silly mood again and this time it has resulted in a fairy tale. It's a strange fairy tale, full of anachronisms, princesses who talk to animals, a ninja, and bits of my oddball humor. And it's all topped off with a suitably romantic fairy tale ending. There's also quite a buil...
This is my first story on here so I hope everyone enjoys it and please be kind. It is dedicated to all the women on here that have inspired and excited me. Please feel free to e-mail me to talk further about it and don't forget to vote! * Rachel Salvatora took a sip of her Chardonnay trying to ignore the turbulence that was wreaking havoc on both the fligh...
I am a freshman in college and my dorm roommate is also. I am named April and she is named May. There, I got that over with. We didn't plan to room together, didn't even know each other, it fact the roster from which we were selected by our dorm leader was made up of last names – mine was Stengle and hers was Swanson – so it was actually last names starting...
Is this what you call "existing?" I've spent the past few minutes looking at myself in the dark mirror of my computer monitor. My brown hair is perfect, bangs set just right. My clothing is impeccable, not a wrinkle in my efficient grey blazer or my pressed white shirt. My makeup is clean, lip-gloss still sparkling, even at the end of the day (touched up i...
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. * It wa...
** October 18th, 2014 ** Lissy and Kara We woke slowly on Saturday, sleepy, stretchy, warm, sore, and happy to be next to each other. After sufficient stretching and other languid movement, we turned to each other, murmured morning greetings, and kissed, ignoring the other's morning mouth. Hells bells, we share every other damn thing. "Morning lover. W...
Author's Note: Many thanks to carolin_ for volunteering to edit, for the quick feedback, and also for the encouragement. Should anyone get to the end and contemplate commenting, you should know that comments make my life. * "Fi! Hold the door!" A screech cuts through the rush hour bustle, and I wince in recognition. Clutching my bag closer, I sink into m...
This is the story of Sandra. This story runs parallel to Whom You Least Expect Ch.2. She is not a saint nor demoness, she is intriguing. You may love or hate her. This is not romance, and has an element of D/s. This story should be read in order (Chapter 1 & 2 first) or it won't make much sense. Thanks to mikseventeen for editing my work. Disclaimer: All cha...