This is the continuation of 'The Artist and her young lover' and it will make little sense unless you have read the first part. To Recap: Milly's wife, a police officer, was killed and her friend's daughter, Fiona, provided comfort through Milly's grief. The following year Fiona decides to study at university, near to Milly's home and spends a lot of time...
If you have read any of my other stories, you must be getting used to this disclaimer by now: this is a slow-burn, long-building, multi-part romance story. If you are looking for a quick fix, this isn't it. Full disclosure: there's no sex in this first part. This story is based on a particularly interesting chapter I was lucky enough to have in my life. Many...
A Match Made By A Vixen Literally© ** May 23th ** I'm Melissa Eileen Burkhart Stone. That's Lissy for short. If it's Thursday afternoon it means I'm in the office of my shrink, Elizabeth McCormick. I started therapy a little more than a year ago. Me? I have three children and was recently widowed. I suppose 'recently' depends on who's doing the telling. M...
Authors Note: • Thanks to LesbianChickLit for editing (I added c.1,000 words post edit) • Please let me know what you think of Chapter 03. I'm eager to learn and the feedback helps me know where I'm going right and, more importantly, wrong. • We pick up things a mere hour or two from where Chapter 02 ended. • Enjoy! A quiet, throaty murmur escaped her...
"Merciful Heavens, the cold." Trying to not look like I was shivering I approached my destination. The almost impossible scent of the place came to me well before I got to the gate. Roses? More a spring or summer smell than one for the depths of winter. The iron gate, flanked with its columns of white stone, was cold under my hand. I looked at the vines t...
Samantha leaned forward and spat, a sticky white string dangling briefly from her mouth before breaking. Humiliation, she thought, her mouth full once again, her breasts swaying with the vigorous back-and-forth motion of her right hand. Lost in thought, she'd been brushing her teeth for a full six minutes. No, not just humiliation, degradation, she reflec...
Two neighbours fall in love but each remains hesitant to pursue the other, however when the sparks begin to fly nothing will contain their passions. This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event...
The 6:00 alarm went off for the third time. I hit the snooze button — the four hours of sleep I had managed were clearly not sufficient to get out of bed. Five minutes later, I was about to slap the snooze again when I heard a knock at the door. "Don't hit it again Carrie." My step-mother-kind-of, Kelly giggled from the hall. I groaned and climbed out of...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Also, if you are looking for a stroke story, this probably is not it. This is a fairly long one with a minimum amount of sex in it. *.* Terri Tric...
Meditation Mount "What about a picnic?" Emily whispered. Guru Sri Sri Shanti was droning on about the soul being a flower that opened when the light of the Vedas shone upon it. Emily was bored because she knew a lot more about the Vedas than Sri Sri Shanti aka Joseph Poplowitz. "I've had just about enough of this." She murmured to Susan, who sat next to h...