Edit: I fixed the formatting. Some people have complained about the grammar in this story, like the sentence fragments. This is ON PURPOSE. The story is representative of the main character's thought and speech patterns, and as far as I know, most people don't think in perfect grammar. If this bothers you, look elsewhere. Also, I welcome critical feedback....
It all started over one of those daft quizzes in Cosmopolitan, or some other magazine. "Have you ever slept with another woman?" she began. "What? What sort of question is that?" came the quick reply. "Well, do you want to know if you're a sex kitten, or not?" "I know I'm a sex kitten - I don't need you to tell me," Gemma shrieked in response. A brief p...
He walked through the door of his flat and placed his briefcase in its usual spot. His coat was carefully removed and placed on its hanger, replaced in the hall closet. Anthony was a particular man, he didn't like his name shortened and everything had to be just so. He walked into his minimalistic living room and looked around, giving everything a cursory g...
Lying in Robbie's arms after a marathon sex session Gemma wondered whether to ask her lover if he would help do the gardening she needed. Though it was her garage under assault, the plant actually was here next door here on Mr Matthews property and she wanted it sorted. Creepers had already invaded inside, so this morning she'd taken a saw and 'pruned' the s...
"Hey Gemma - I think I found something!" Stacy exclaimed, looking at her phone. They'd been looking for an apartment for Gemma since yesterday, when she accepted a job offer a few cities away. The only problem was that the job started in a few days and no apartments in the city had a place open right now. "Where?" Gemma asked, sitting down next to Stacy....
"You mean to say there are really that many choices when it comes to painting a nursery?" Ryan asked, sceptically. He and Gemma were having dinner at a little Italian restaurant in Primrose Hill, one that they had frequented only on special occasions growing up. "You'd be surprised! Especially when you're expecting boy-girl twins!" Gemma laughed. The waite...
This is the third part of an ongoing story and is a direct follow-up to the previous chapter. It may be useful to read the other Chapters first. * It took a few minutes to get back to the club. More people were leaving so it took a few moments to locate Gemma. I eventually saw her chatting to one of the men she was dancing with earlier. "Hey gorgeous," I...
Won't make much sense if you haven't read What're the Odds. Hopefully it will still be hot, just not make much sense. As always, I hope it gives pleasure. ***** Gemma ached a little all over, as is only to be expected after the exertions of the previous night. She had a new ache she'd never felt before, a deep satisfying ache deep within her. She'd been s...
Author's Note: This is a mainstream rewrite of my incest story, Position of Trust. *** If I had a girlfriend like Gemma, I would never treat her the way Paul does. I love him, he's my best mate. But he hasn't got the slightest clue who she really is. If he keeps this up, she's going to move out. And it's more than our waterfront apartment in Port Melbourne...
It was the first time JT had ever been in this area of Charming. The people here were the ones who wanted him and his club out, so he knew he wasn't a welcome sight riding through their streets. Gemma pointed out the driveway she wanted to stop at and JT looked at the name on the box. He saw it and looked at Gemma and tried to imagine if there was a connecti...