On my first visit to Throbwood at the height of their amateur dramatics season, I'd walked in on the thespians closing performance street party and I'd met some wonderful people. In particular there was Paula the lovely shemale, who'd played the part of James and Sam, the youth who was becoming a woman, who'd been one of his love interests. Between us we'...
Chapter 23 The Morning After Carmen was asleep on the living room couch and didn't hear the front door open or close, but she heard the squeak of a floorboard and knew Shane was standing near the door, trying to be silent and invisible. She didn't know what time it was, but it was daylight, a lot of it. Without turning, Carmen asked quietly, "Did you fuck...
The note I left at the end of the last chapter seems to have been misinterpreted by many readers. I'm not playing manipulative games, being rude, or holding readers to ransom. I made the mistake of letting my enthusiasm get the better of me and posted Chapter 01 before the story was complete. Many years ago I used to write on another amateur site where posti...
Author's note. After a long break and in response to many recent messages, Penny is back! The whole story is being turned into full length novels so the style is slightly different but it's really Penny and it's really me writing. I hope you still enjoy it. Chapter 22 "Can you see?" the young radiologist asked, running the square plastic sensor over my lo...
I woke up the day after Bill had fucked Peggy -- well both of us had, in fact -- thinking about the fun the three of us could have in the future. Then I became aware of the old familiar ache in my belly. Shit, I'd forgotten about it. I'd come on, so that was going to limit my fun for the next week. Still, I'd arranged to meet up with June, and given I'd see...
The following story is fiction; it is designed to be read by adults who enjoy lesbian erotica, with elements of domination, submission and servitude. If you are not an adult, and do not enjoy that type of writing; please read no further. The story is the sole property of the author. * Dedicated to the 'Stars Above Me' * * * * * Chapter 1 She knew she ne...
Tuesday Afternoon He was about forty, forty five years old, very tall, almost gaunt, and not very well groomed. The man was, in fact, slothful looking in a peculiar, potbellied sort of way, and was wearing greasily tattered green chinos and an old, untucked plaid short-sleeved shirt. His sneakers were foul looking, and probably even fouler smelling, Officer...
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: this story starts slow and ended up longer than I expected. There is no graphic sex, hence the reason it is posted in romance. Thanks for reading and please enjoy.] Frank Johnson was a drone – one of the many thousands of worker bees that commuted into Manhattan each morning to toil with the others. His contribution by itself was insignifi...
The fire. That’s what started it all. Jess studied the house intently from across the street. This was her first visit since last October, that awful month that changed her life. From her vantage point she could see the garage in back and the boxes stacked in front of the windows of the apartment above. She'd wanted to see the place one last time before tom...