Prologue I come home from work on 8th November to find Ava crying inconsolably on our bed, a little piece of white plastic clutched in her fist. "How long have you been here?" I ask gently, taking her in my arms and kissing her loose chestnut curls. She doesn't answer so I ask again, "What time did you take the test?" "At five," Ava hiccups indistinctl...
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Thank you for the responses on the first chapter of this tale. Most all of them were very helpful and nice, and then again some of them weren't, but I could care less about those anyway. However, for those kind and gentle souls who continue to give me the very sweet and very nice comments, as well as the wonderful constructive criticism and encouragement, yo...
"Honey? Hey, it's dad. I did it!" "Daddy???" "Yeah, it's me," her father, Cole Garr, said. "I did it. I won!" "Seriously!? So you get to come out here to Las Vegas, right?" "I do. And everything is paid for courtesy of All-in Poker. I signed up for their on-line tournament on a whim. I started winning and kept winning and before I knew it, I was playing...
The absolutely Beautiful Robin Meade stood before the group of women and looked rather nervous. She was squeezing her hands as she began; "Ladies a number of you do not know me personally because I'm from Atlanta and do not work at Fox News where most of you are from. I'm happy to see a few familiar faces from CNN and Headline News here. My fantasy was one t...
I awoke disoriented. I was not in my room. I then recalled I was house-sitting. I rolled over and looked at the clock. I was not tired and it was as good a time as any to get up. It was going to be a quiet day for me. I was sluggish from an extra hard work out last night. I stood and stretched, cracking my neck a few times, boy I had beaten myself up. I open...
"Stop, please! No more! I can't stop laughing!" "That's why I'm your favorite driver, right?" he said with a smile looking into the rearview mirror. "That and pretty much everything else," she said trying to catch her breath. "If you were a little older, and if I wasn't married...I'd be dragging you into the back seat with me!" "And I'd let you drag me!"...
Hi Folks. Here I am with another tale of romance, betrayal, and woe with a few Mustangs and a bit of hope sprinkled in for good measure. I'm joined as usual by the incomparable Mikothebaby on the figurative red pen, crossing out my many grammatical and punctuation errors and giving you a story that is more easily read. The weird thing about it is that when s...
Written: October 27, 2017 Author's Notes: All characters are over eighteen, fictional and the product of this writer's imagination. Any similarities to real people, or other fictional characters is purely coincidence. Feel free to comment and vote if you choose. I encourage it. Constructive feedback is always welcome publically or privately. I won't ce...
Please read Chapter 1 to get the full experience and context! This chapter owes a lot to the SissifyYourself and SissyFactory content. You should check them both out! I also owe a lot to Drogon's hypno videos! ***** The 90-foot yacht cruised down the placid clear blue waters, making its lazy way past sun-specked islands. The Mediterranean waters were par...