The customer looked confused and unhappy. An elderly woman glancing nervously at all the technological gadgetry on display. "Can I help you, madam?" It wasn't easy in my present mood, but I forced out my widest grin. The one that seldom failed to reassure the less technical customers, and made me feel proud of my justified skill in putting them at their ea...
At the end of my sophomore year I was 20, and I was still balancing the two loves of my life, Mike and Philip. Mike was 21 and finishing his junior year at the same college, and Philip was 28 and still doing private banking in New York City. Mike and Philip were cousins, and I had met Philip through Mike. They both knew about my love for the other. Mike se...
Having spoken to my editors and other people, apparently Ha Ha is not as well known as I thought. All persons playing a game of Ha Ha lie down on the floor, each with their head on the stomach of another player, everyone connected like dominos. The first player says, "Ha." The player on whose stomach his head is resting says, "Ha Ha." Each player adds an add...
[Author's note: I expect most readers will not reach the end of this novella in one viewing. With that in mind, each chapter is written as a self-contained story.] * CHAPTER 1 -- A TOURIST'S ARRIVAL Home in Boston At age 39 I enthusiastically embraced the maxim that life began at forty. Except I didn't notice any difference when the birthday came and pas...
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
Author's Note: This story is about a bitch named Thalia Taylor. She thinks people call her that because she's unapologetic, confident, and honest. Only her best friend since childhood, Liam, knows the truth: Thalia Taylor is a fake bitch. This story contains erotic scenes but they take some time to get to. You can also expect outspoken female characters, q...
*Disclaimer: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Candy Broussard used her long fiberglass cane as she tapped down the trail. "Paul wants you; he's down by the pond," Cindy had said. Paul, Cindy and Pam had used the old bobcat to dig out the earth, then Paul used the rocks they ferreted out of the moun...
It was the screaming that woke me and my eyes bolted open to perfect blackness. Another scream, the tail end of it garbling with sobs, and I remembered where I was. Exhaling, I shook off my alarm. It was nothing. The new girl was awake now, that's all. Reaching over my head, I grasped the chains I was tethered to and hauled myself up on stiff legs. My sh...
Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoy it. *** Amy read the letter for the fourth time. It seemed she was now the proud owner of 51.5 acres in a place called Bullhead Missouri. It seemed her uncle Roger on her father's side had suddenly passed away from a heart attack. Enclosed were several photos showing a pretty medium size house with a pretty...
CHAPTER 1 Zane Maddox knew his publishing editor was getting her own back, the bitch. They'd had a couple of big rows because he was late sending in final chapters... 'Dragging his ball and chain,' she'd vented. Apparently no other author had been courageous enough to call her a 'Loopy New York lesbo gone loco'. She'd screamed back abuse, quite the most d...