Miranda Cortez: Ditch Girl To the reader: All sexually active characters are at least 18 years of age. This story is 11,000 words long (20 book pages) The plot encompasses both polyamory and mixed ethnicity relationships. I had liked the looks of Miranda Cortez ever since the first time I saw her. I didn't know then where she'd gotten those Latino genes...
Part 3 A Rose Bud begins to Open We had left the store each carrying three bags full of stuff. Robin pushed the button on her keychain opening the trunk of her car. After loading the nine bags in we climbed into the car. The ladies had one more surprise for me. I got into the back seat Robin joined me. As Anna drove us to our next location Robin and I sha...
It was getting easier for Bertha. Yes, in the beginning she had been shocked by her own desires, the terrible and lusty things she did with that handsome, young Jason person. And... that was the last name she could remember from the evening. That was one of the side-effects of getting her youth back with the new Silverfox drug; the craving for men - for sex...
You know the drill. I'll keep writing them if you keep reading them! Enjoy! Chapter Nine - Getting Things Started In the morning I awoke to an empty bed. Just me. There was no clock in the room so I wasn't sure of the time, but according to the sun, it was almost noon. Slowly, I shook the cobwebs out of my eyes and head and walked naked to the bathroom. Ma...
*You can live without freedom the same way you can live without light, happiness, or music* (Frontma does me a favor yet again, thank you) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) Jill didn't know what to make of our prompt appearance Sunday mor...
I paced through the crowded streets following the clustered group of students that my friend had joined as they searched for where we would be partying next. Feeling the cool air against my face I tightened the straps of my sweater's collar as the cool October breeze brushed along my cheeks and through my long brunette hair. I looked around in vexation at al...
Damon pushed the doors open, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He had forced himself to the limit today, overlooking the construction of the new vineyard facilities until the hot mid-day sun had become unbearable. But he desperately needed to keep his mind and body occupied. He couldn't let her haunt his thoughts anymore. Maybe a...
If a cliché bothers you, then leave now. I guarantee there's a few in here. Many people have similar experiences. Please read my profile for my stance on feedback. Feel free to email suggestions or start a conversation. Private messages work too. Cat Stevens: "I would have given you all of my heart, but there's someone who's torn it apart." + + + + My na...
(My thanks go to BONNIEBREA, for her editing. I've had a great deal of fun with all three chapters. I hope you all enjoy your read of this final chapter.) The folks had decided to return home. I wished I had some sort of news to tell them, but I couldn't reassure them: if I only knew as much as they did. It still took me a few days in my 'wondering what'...
I grew up in a middle class neighborhood, in a large metro area, near Lake Michigan. My sister and I went to a middle school and high school that was interracial. We knew that both black and white guys wanted to get our cherries and to date us before even getting to middle school. Some of our friends ended up doing just that and then bragged to us about the...