Chapter 23 Amy came home from work the following Wednesday, and said that Jamal mentioned Alex again, and he suggested that we get together with her for dinner on Friday. I said I was fine with the idea, and asked where Jamal wanted to go. "He offered to make shrimp scampi again for all of us at his condo." I raised my eyebrows, "Sounds like a full court...
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...
This has been a long while coming, mostly because I've been busy, got a new laptop - which failed right in the middle the first time through, and assorted other many factors. The dog ate my homework, ok? The dates in this - You'll notice that the years move A LOT and not in the right order at first. Part of the reason is that the character's POV might no...
This is a sequel to 'Tonight I Shall Be Called Scarlett' and follows on from an almost throwaway line towards the end of that story in which Luke mentions his father's former mistress. This is the tale of how she comes to him, seeking forgiveness and redemption. It can be read standalone but TISBCS will give Luke's back story in more detail. All characte...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
The contest was over and it was time to announce a winner. The audience was still and silent, as everyone held their breath. Dawn and two other young women, Olga Wick and Trina Lakes, stood on stage praying they would be the winner. The announcer picked up the envelope and walked to the podium. Dawn's heart was pounding, her hands wringing with sweat. This...
This story is written as a stand-alone, but it continues the adventures of a couple introduced in a previous story -- 'Fifty -- Fifty', and contains some back-references. You may like to read that one first. * Life changed following our pretend one-night-stand-with-a-stranger incident. It had to, we were both on the point of giving each other marching orde...
#0 I open my eyes and watch the last, hazy mist of my transition slipping away up into the air as my baptism into the Sisterhood of Light reaches its completion. "Yes, that was a lovely dip in a bath of saintly assurance," I say as the cream of my family's hard work oozes down every square inch of my naked surface and onto the sanctified cloth Mother uses...
Thursday Some douche bag drove his overly loud motorcycle past my site at eight fucking fifteen in the morning waking me up with a start. Nikki stirred too. We were in the exact same position we went to sleep in. We were both so tired to even move or pull the comforter on. Nikki reached over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Morning lover." Nikki said. Sh...
***This was written during a time when the autumn is fading and the first tentative blasts of winter lie just out of sight around the corner. It's still October and the first freak three-inch snowstorm has made its entrance and slunk out like a person who has blundered into the wrong high-school class and only realized it after sitting down. This chapter h...