French had slept poorly and was grateful when the sky outside turned pearly gray with the light of dawn. She got out of bed and dressed quickly in her running clothes. It felt good to be up and about after a night of tossing and turning; at some point during the night, the bed had begun to feel like a prison. Had she been in her own home, she would have gott...
Stretching as discreetly as possible, Francoise packed up her sheet music and turned her attention to cleaning and disassembling her flute and putting the three segments in their appropriate slots in her flute case. She had spent the evening with four fellow musicians, their quintet having been hired to provide the music at a holiday gala being held by one o...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2019/January 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* I wa...
"I may not own you now, but after tonight... You will be mine – lock, stock and barrel," Aidan had said just before dragging her the remaining few feet to the vestibule that led to the lobby of his building. French was stunned, had no ready response to his words and thus let herself be pulled along by him. What had he meant? What was he planning? She knew t...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Toni Storm or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Toni Storm had just successfully defended her NXT UK Women's Championship, and was feeling very proud of herself. All of her dreams were coming true. Sure, she wasn't on the...
I apologize to those of you who have waited so long for this to be posted. I broke my arm while on vacation in September and then I had hand surgery (unrelated to the broken arm) in late October. I'm not 100% yet but I was bored stiff! It's good to be back. ~ Quint * French arrived at her cousin's Paris apartment mid-afternoon the following day. She was ut...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Becky Lynch or Naomi or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Naomi had been in the WWE for almost a decade, and while she hadn't won a lot of championships her longevity had set her up for life, and she even found love with...
A week had passed since French had told Aidan all about her past. Much to her surprise, not much had changed between them. That is, there were no negative changes. Aidan hadn't changed in his behavior toward her in any way. She didn't feel as vulnerable as she had expected she would having him know about the shameful secrets she had kept to herself for so lo...
French had been very busy during the week following her weekend in the Berkshires with Aidan. It was the end of term at school and she was issuing final exams to her students. She had chosen a different piece for each instrument category in the orchestra for the playing portion of the students' test, which would determine their positions in the orchestra for...
We were eight rambunctious American teenagers strutting down the streets of downtown Montreal. One of us had a family vacation home in upper New York State, so the whole gang was checking it out for a week of summer fun. That included a day trip over the Candian border. What to do on this bright sunny day? "I've got to get me a Canadian woman. Haven't had...