Chapter One: The Road from Innocence "Isn't it true, Ms. Crenshaw, that the defendant, Laura Wesson, was so obsessed with your lesbian relationship, that she wanted her husband out of the way at any cost?" "No," Julie said from the stand. "Wasn't she was so consumed with her perverted lust for you, that she would commit any act to get rid of him? Even mu...
There was a knock at the door. Lady Christine moved to open it, but stopped just second to glance at Sophie. The look was intended as a warning for the young vampire to be on guard. Any supernatural letting a fixer into their home was taking big risks -- that much was common knowledge, but this situation called for a professional. When Christine opened the...
Ellie stood there in the school stables. She wasn't a very good rider; she'd admitted that to herself a long time ago. She'd never been that good, not since she had an accident when she was seven years old. The horse had been stung by a bee and cantered off with her still in the saddle. She didn't like riding after that, and now, eleven years on, she still w...
Note to readers: Like all my other stories this is written from a woman's perspective, so its about a woman being with a woman. * We are lying on the bed; there is a soft glow peeking in through the curtains from the early sun. The blankets feel warm from our body heat and are tucked snuggly around our bodies. I'm trying to resist moving while I'm on my s...
Jenny locked the classroom door, rummaged through her box of goodies and removed Becky. Becky was Jenny's favourite dildo that had been nicknamed after her first girlfriend Rebecca who had bought it for her as a birthday present. Becky was purple, about eight inches long, ribbed along the shaft and had three adjustable speeds. She took the length of the dild...
I ran to the phone, tripping over the cat. Two, three rings…better get it before the fourth, after which the answering service would pick up. I had been anticipating the call from the gallery, and wasn’t about to miss it after I had stayed in all afternoon. “This is Kate,” I said, a bit breathless from running. I combed my fingers through my hair, trying to...
I must have fallen asleep before Marissa returned, because the first thing I remember was waking up again. The room was dim, and as I looked across to the window I realized it was night. I lay still again in the bed, listening to the sounds around me; the crackling of the fire, the whistling of the wind outside, and the purr of Tom the kitten. I looked acr...
(This is the last in a three-part story) * Mary poured the last of the wine into their glasses and handed one to each of the girls. "Bottoms up, slaves," Mary said gleefully. Cindy and Jillian, still sprawled out on the bed, drank deeply. The two were both exhausted, and incredibly energized at the same time. The wine nourished their strength in some spe...
Ch. 01: The Scarf My darling concubine, Sadly, we are separated by enormous distance, yet I find myself thinking of you. I remember the first time I saw you... I walked through the market place searching for a gift for my Prince. No longer in his favor, a little bored with me, I hoped to rekindle his passion with an unusual present.—new blood for his co...
Chapter 10: ... Favours the Bold © kate7891 With the thick, ominous clouds gathering, I thanked the gods that be I only had one delivery left for the afternoon. Nothing worse than heavy rain to batter and bruise delicate petals. Turning my Jeep down St Kilda's deserted Esplanade, water reflecting the dreary sky, palm fronds detaching in the growing win...