"Order up Cat." Marco bellowed from behind the stainless steel service counter. Marco had shortened my name from Catherine to Cat shortly after I'd started waitressing for his Aunt Bella's place several months ago. "Marco its Veronica." I reminded him again pointing at my name badge that I had changed three weeks before after my evening at Grady's speake...
All participants are over 21. You must be 18 or older to read. This is non-erotic story with a slight BDSM scene and lesbian kissing flirting and fondling. ***** Michelle shivers as she walks through the cold damp sewers with alacrity. As she reaches the stairs on the back wall, she feels her hands go numb as they clasped around each steel rung. Michelle r...
"Has anyone seen the nerd girl from accounting?" I heard my boss yell from his office as I hid behind the cabinet. I was that nerd girl and I really did not want him to find me. I hated my boss. I'm fairly certain it was guys like him that guaranteed I'd stay a virgin the rest of my life. All he wanted was the report that I was currently printing, but toda...
Silver Arrow Book 3 Rose Chapter 25 It Makes You Proud Harlan, Rose and I had been in Sacramento, discussing some tree pruning issues with one of the resident experts at the Department of Food and Agriculture. They had been working with UC Davis and Chico State, searching for ways to be more efficient and productive with the annual pruning. Rose and I had...
"I'm a stripper, not a slut." I looked into the eyes of the man seated at the other side of the table. "I know that you don't believe that but it's true." Given the circumstances that led to this moment in my life I wouldn't have believed that statement either. . . . My parents were hardly what you would have called good role models, my mother was a slut an...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Jonas moved slowly through the old house. At his age, he felt lucky to move at all. The winter winds caused his joints to ache. The weather had been bad since Christmas. Since it opened its eyes. He reached the first door, one that might lead to a cupboard or perhaps an old sewing room. It was a door which had been replaced or repainted many times over the l...
It was summer in the early 1990s, and I was spending the semester studying in Rome. I had saved three years of summer and part-time job wages so I could pay my own way into this program. I was doing well in the classes. I loved the weather and the food in Italy. And I had a group of great friends. My closest friend was Kit, and we did everything together....
"Equipaggio di cabina, si prega di prepararsi all'atterraggio," came the announcement over the speaker. Gina settled in to her tiny seat and gazed out the window. The flight from Rome to Sardinia was about to land at Cagliari Elmas Airport. She drank up the last of her vodka and cranberry and handed the trash to the flight attendant. After getting off th...
It was an unusually warm late winter, early spring day. Freeing. Liberating. Enough of those heavy winter coats and boots. Enough of the scarves and gloves. Enough of being cooped up and encumbered under layers of fleece. I was overcome with the need to go out. I went to my closet to remind myself what I had in the way of lightweight outfits. I am thinking...