I hated doing airport pick-ups. It usually meant that I would have to transport a rich snob from the airport to the Ritz or some other exorbitantly priced hotel in Toronto, for a flat fee of one hundred Canadian dollars. Don't get me wrong, I haven't anything against wealthy people, I intend to be one myself one day. It just seems to be that those, who use m...
Note: THE EPIC (hopefully) CONCLUSION TO MIRI'S STORY (or, at least, the first part of her story ;) ) ENJOY!!! --- The girls and I ended up making a project about vampires, using Mariana, Six's friend, as our source for all things undead. Ashley, Six, and I went on plenty of dates, all of which usually ended with a sloppy mess of bodies on my poor, overus...
While my stories tend to have happy endings, most have their serious side too so I thought I'd go for total levity this time round. From the time I was knee-high to a bug-eyed monster I enjoyed Golden Age science fiction (1920s-1950s). Then when I was in my twenties, spy fiction was all the rage. So in a fit of madness I thought: why not combine the two and...
I drowsed on the bus, thinking half-awake thoughts about my last visit with Lin, and about the wonderful feelings she had awakened in me. I had my jacket spread over me, to fight the chill of the bus's air conditioning. As a result, no one could see my hand pressing between my legs as some of the most amazing moments came back to me. I was barely aware of wh...
Clare and I had been talking about a camping trip for months. A chance to leave the city and it's hectic life behind and spend a week camping in the wilds of France; that is, if there was still such a thing as a wilderness to be found anywhere in Europe. If there was, we thought it must be in central France, away from the family campsites and crowds of touri...
Catalina Saint Vincent is my name. I'm a five-foot-eleven, quite curvy and delicious big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Many people accuse me of being naïve because I've led a somewhat sheltered life. That's not true. I'm the most down to earth and realistic person you wi...
It had been about a week since the party. I hadn't seen Sam much in that time. I didn't know if he was embarrassed, ashamed, afraid, or what. He hadn't been making any new movies and he hadn't hung out with Kate or Tom as far as I knew. I was really starting to become concerned about him. There was another reason why I thought he might have been avoiding e...
Hawke's eyes had been fixed all day on the mansion, watching every little movement she could. The large glass windows in the back certainly made it easy enough to gather all the information she needed. Her target was the famous Dama, seamstress extraordinaire. The woman was worth a large fortune, and Hawke was sure her financiers would fork over a few millio...
Note: So, who is "best girl" to y'all? Let me know if you enjoyed this chapter and what you're looking forward to! Enjoy! -- After everything, I felt like I needed some time off. With the weekend in full swing, I notified everyone in my immediate vicinity (just Sixcia and mom, pretty much) that I'd be vegging out until further notice. I was exhausted. H...
Mallory's mouth went desert dry right away. She involuntarily coughed, feeling silly and helpless all at once. "So this is it," she thought, "Caught." Gina watched her with a hint of impatience darkening her eyes and turning up the corners of her mouth. "I said, would you like to have sex with my husband, Mallory?" Mallory let out a breath of air she hadn'...