Below is part 10 of my story "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls". Sorry it took so long for this to come out, but the ideas are starting to take longer to come to me and the stories are taking longer to finish. Again, thanks for all the support and feedback offered during the writing process for this and my other stories. * Nearly thirty minutes later, Cindy...
Dear Paulette, The waves are rolling in today - it's grey but warm. A bit of rain last night but hardly enough to break the drought. I walked back through the woods yesterday – barefoot – and the soil felt unsurprisingly desiccated. Unusual for springtime here. It is difficult to complain about drought to someone in Southern California. Particularly with t...
I met my now husband back in University. I was in my third year and Jake was in his first year. We were in love with each other from the day that we met. It was 4 years later when we both graduated that we decided to get married. Right after the wedding Jake took a 9 month contract position down in the southern USA while I completed a masters degree. I have...
(If you haven't already, please read "The Bridge" by RichardGerald here first and then my own "The Bridge - a Little More". This won't make a lot of sense otherwise.) What's love got to do, got to do with it What's love, but a second hand emotion -Tina Turner It has been a year since my dinner with my ex-wife Gloria at her request. In retrospect I don't f...
"I don't understand why I can't stay with you in Philadelphia," I said, trying to keep the whine out of my voice. Of course, I knew precisely why I couldn't, but I wanted him to say it. I wanted Larry to clear the air and admit to me that he had a family to go to in Philadelphia. I don't know what I'd do then—or what he'd do with the truth out in the open—bu...
I am not an evil woman, although the history books will probably depict me thus. More misled I think, vain certainly, weak, perhaps. But before I die, entombed alive in this prison cell, I will tell my story and may it haunt you for all your mortal days, a warning to those who embrace greed and ambition. My tale begins in Hungary where I was born in 1561, I...
Story starts out with a husband and wife planning their weekend night out. The husband, Steve, has been looking forward to seeing his wife dressed in a short tight red skirt he bought his wife along with a pair of her five in high heels, black thigh high stockings and a satin shirt. As Steve's wife, Jen is getting dressed, Steve is thinking of the places the...
I could almost feel the sigh of relief when the last of the federal inspectors finally pulled out of the company parking lot. Some of the people even gave a cheer. Not only were our days of trepidation over, but the company had passed with flying colors. I collected my stuff and went back to the secretarial pool office. All of the old crowd was there and, ev...
The dark recesses of the human mind hold many secrets. People's politics and sexuality are often at war. How else do you explain my latest slaves? Picture this, if you will. An attractive Black couple, both of them in early middle age, kneeling naked before a tall, blonde-haired White woman. My name is Diane Jane Abelard. My friends call me D.J. for short. W...
Copyright (c) 2003: All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. Writer's Note: Why does our society, which values professional counseling and training, leave sexual training to chance? What if inexperienced young men were mentored by sensitive mature women?...