Part One, The Setup This lightly fictionalized account fictionalized account is based on a recent evening I spent in Portland, Oregon. While names have been changed and events reorganized there is nothing described below that did not happen that evening. * I'd been dating Fiona for several weeks - long enough that we were feeling comfortable with each oth...
I am making this up as I go. I hope you enjoy! P.S. My apologies for the awkward writing style. I am still incredibly new to this smut thing. ***** Part 2 - Passion Rising The fall months slowly turned into winter, and Victoria's visits to the graveyard become more and more sparse. They had warned her that they would not be able to leave the ground durin...
Just to put things in perspective, I am a Doctor, female, 51. I am way too thin and know it, I am working on that. I recently lost my husband, known to some of you as "Magichands". I will say only that I had 20 years of complete happiness with this fine and gentle man. I have suffered from episodes of depression for many years, only recently when it became...
"Um, I think I'll just have another soda water please", she said, ignoring the glares of the manager as she ordered another free drink, whilst remaining on the much coveted bar stool. The bar tender grinned at her, conspiratorially, as he added ice cubes and a slice of lemon and slid it towards her over the beer mat. "Waiting for someone?" he asked, "You...
AN--Small mistakes are likely possibly poorly developed plot too apologies all feedback welcomed enjoy I hope--AN Prologue: I sighed heavily as I walked up the road, I hated this job. I hated this life. There was nothing real about it. It was all a lie from my website to my name from my smile to my Rolex. As I knocked on the door I prepared my smile I ha...
It was a hot Sunday morning in August and I was making my annual visit to the Benton Country Fair, in Central Minnesota. Many of us go once a year just to look, and maybe play, but to the farm families in Central Minnesota, it is a chance to show off their best offerings of dairy and beef cattle, goats, sheep, pigs, rabbits and fowl. Some pay very close atte...
The weather had been fantastic. Cool and breezy, the sky was blue with tiny wisps of cottony clouds floating past. All day, Janey had been cleaning. While she worked, she opened the windows wide, turned on her cds loudly and enjoyed the feeling of making her home shiny and fresh. Today was wonderful. She had polished and dusted, vacuumed and mopped, all to t...
My name is Melissa Joan Rhodes. Friends call me M.J. I'm originally from Plymouth. I'm currently a student at Norris College in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. At first glance, most people dismiss me as another Valley Girl type. I don't know why. It's what I come off as. Simply because I stand five feet ten inches tall, lean and athletic, with long, strai...
Denise pressed her hands as hard as she could over her ears as she tried to block out the low thunder of drums and the faint shrieking moans that had become her only companions. Her head still throbbed a little from the injury she had suffered in the car crash, but it hardly figured on her list of concerns right now. She had woken up here in this dark musty...
In June, I got a nice little summer job bagging groceries. The work was menial, as was the salary, but nevertheless, it was an income. Lori was the new cashier there, and she started a few weeks after I did. When I first heard about her, I thought, "Great, a new cashier. Is she good-looking?" Boy, was she ever. When I first saw her, she nearly took my breath...