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...
A small digression from my other story threads, but this one landed in my head and wouldn't leave. I'm working on my other drafts, I promise! Here be the same flag that I raise for my other stories: build up is long with a focus on the plot and the romance itself. Not for those looking for a story about a quick roll in the hay. Comments/feedback always welco...
I scanned the bar area but she was nowhere to be seen. I'd been covertly watching the woman for the last hour without mustering the courage to go and speak to her, now she was gone. I'd only gone out for a quiet drink on my own, book in hand, in order to get some peace and quiet from the workmen that were hammering and banging in my neighbours house, but I h...
This is my submission for the 'Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2015'. As ever, I must thank Winterreisser for his diligent and careful editing, suggestions and encouragement and Kat for being my tester. I hope you enjoy the story and, as this is a competition entry, please take a moment to cast your vote at the end. Comments are very welcome too as I love hear...
Author's Notes: Here is another one of my love stories. As with most of my stories, it isn't a quickie sex story, but more of a romance novella. As with all my work, please feel free to vote and comment on it. Please remember this is a copywrited work of fiction and all legal disclaimers apply. I'd like to thank Woflvixen, Ekmathean and the brokenhearted1 f...
The cab driver wished a happy Thanksgiving when the short raven haired sophomore got out of the car. "You too," the girl said already shivering from the strong winds bringing in cold air from the North. Once she had extended the grip on her small suitcase, setting it up so it was easy for her to let it trail behind her, she quickly got inside the terminal b...
This story deals with themes of female domination in a lesbian setting; if you are likely to be offended by such material please try a different story. Chapter One I was about five years old when I first began to understand the power and influence I could wield as a niece of the king. I made life a misery for the courtiers who were responsible for me, but...
This is (as the title indicates) part two of "Could You Be Mine," but from RJ's perspective. The story picks up right before the end of part one. It took me a while to get here -- I wanted to share RJ's voice but she wasn't the easiest character to translate into words and I felt quite determined to get it as right as possible. Thank you all for your patienc...
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...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 It was nearing 'that time of the month; and Dee Jones was feeling the full effect of it. She poured herself another gin and seven-up and felt like screaming; the bottle of gin was nearly empty. Nude, she padded into her living room and sat on...