One It was the usual Wednesday evening routine -- straight off the train and into the Duke of Wellington. Known locally as 'The Welly', it was the nearest pub to the station and I had become an expert in beating the rush as every thirsty commuter seemed to make a beeline there on the way home. A mixture of knowing which carriage to use and fast walking mea...
(First things first: a big thank you to sexnovella, who edited my story at the speed of light. And another thank you to Whispersecret and the essay "How to Make Characters Talk". As a non-native English speaker, this guide was extremely helpful. To the ones who are curious and give a chance to the rookie writer – me –, feel free to comment and rate and, if y...
My intent with these is to write some stories in historical time periods. Obviously, time will tell if I manage it, so wish me luck. I apologize that I haven't done a lot of research for this, but hey, you're not paying for this, are you. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! -Tricia I am looking for a proofreader or two. If you're interested, please send me a note. -...
Jennifer Barnet sat through the long introductory meeting with her new boss, trying not to let her increasing dislike of the younger woman show. Not only younger, but more attractive also, a double insult. That there would always be younger and more attractive women than herself in the world was a simple fact of life, but for them to be successful and powerf...
The music crashed to a halt before a word could escape my lips, which was deeply frustrating because I actually knew the answer to that one. "Sorry, Victoria," Charlie announced, his too handsome visage brightened with a lecherous grin. "Time's up, but you have answered five questions correctly." The live studio audience clapped, their applause quickly givi...
Jeannie, I'm so wound up. I didn't know who to write, but I had to tell someone. You and I go way back and have shared so much, I feel I can tell you. But, wait, let me catch my breath and start someplace coherent. OK I'm ready – you're just not going to believe the weekend I just had... It all started as a Halloween weekend lark. There are these three wome...
This is the third chapter in my series TIFF. In this chapter new story sequences are introduced. Enjoy! ***** CHAPTER THREE TIFF'S AWAKENING It was the sun that finally woke Tiff. Stretching she looked over at the still sleeping Jazz. She lay there for a long time thinking about the previous evening and how much she loved Jazz. Then almost like a blind b...
The fog let up around 1pm, and the Castro was buzzing with local gay boys and tourists. A slim, androgynous delivery worker was wending her way through the crowd on the sidewalk, pushing a dolly piled with sacks of flour and boxes of canned goods. She zigzagged her way toward a pizza-by-the-slice place. Men and women alike moved out of her way, some gawking...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting...
Our car pulled up outside Mrs Kumila's substantial villa. It was, she had told me, paid for out of her husband's business but he saw little of it - spending most of his time in the Middle East. She was more than happy with the arrangement for it gave her the freedom to indulge her preference for Sapphic love. And so it was that we walked up the steps, hand i...