This is my entry into the Valentine's Day story contest. It is a tale that takes place in the high fashion industry, and how love sometimes finds people in places and ways they never expected. * Sally Hemmings sat looking at the Valentine card that had been left on her desk before she arrived at work that morning. It was very beautiful and ornate, and smel...
Author's notes: Sorry it has taken so long to post this story. I have been overworked getting stuff ready for publication. I have a couple more stories in different genres to post and then it will be another long break. It sucks when the real world intrudes on what you really want to do. As always, my loving wife is the main editor on this story. If there a...
I'm married to a relatively successful business executive who seems tireless in climbing the corporate ladder. As I approach the edge of my prime at 41, I am no longer the same head-turner as I used to be. One relief, however, is that I am not bad looking either even at this age. There is a 120-pound weight embedded in my 5'7" frame. My hair is shoulder-leng...
Jameson and Clarrie Crawford pulled up to the gate with their rented moving truck. The guard came out of the gate house over to their truck. Clarrie rolled down the driver’s side window. “Can I help you ma’am?” the old man smiled. Jameson and Clarrie looked at the sixty something lean black man in the 1950’s police style uniform. “Yes,” Clarrie smiled, “The...
*** June *** June came in with a whimper. As in – Reenie had the 31st off and it was after midnight when we got home. I was the one whimpering. Wink! Date night was Wednesday the 30th. We double dated with Candy and Georgia. No, I did not sit next to Candy at the restaurant, though you damn well know all three of the bitches gave me grief about it. Ugh! Th...
After two postings of this story being rejected it was suggested to me I used an editor. I did. She is Mariewriter, an exceptional writer, no pun intended, see her in Lit, and more than an exceptional editor. Thank you very much Marie; thanks for your patience and for sharing your knowledge; if this story is any good it is because of you. Muchas gracias de n...
Chapter 5 I'm so disoriented that it's not until I'm in the parking garage of Altitude's building when I remember that I didn't drive today, and I don't have any of my stuff from upstairs. I probably should have taken a breath and thought things through, but I just had to get out of the office. Not even Jackie's confused questions stopped me or the handful...
Amy giggled and closed the bedroom door behind her. As she walked down the stairs and out the front door she marveled that she had been able to pull this off so far. She was glad she had such an understanding boss... she giggled again, thinking about what she'd had to do that day so her plans would work out... She went to her boss, Max to ask if she could l...
It was a normal Sunday afternoon. Lesley was on her bed watching TV. Her husband's phone is exploding with incoming text notifications. Her husband is in the shower, but forgot to lock his phone. She decided to take a look at the messages but little did she know that she was in for a surprise. She scoffed as she looked at the pictures this bitch just sent hi...
MAKIN' MOVES After outing herself to Melissa and discovering that the younger woman is somewhat curious about lesbians, Jodie finds that it is Melissa who seems the more dominant one when she starts making her own moves and Jodie is faced with an awkward decision. How far should she let this go and could this lead to deeper involvement? Over the last few y...