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...
Friday 3rd November 2017 Seven o'clock on Friday evening, after a six-hour door-to-door journey from Dallas to our home in Pinecrest, Miami, I was dog-tired as I opened the front door. Looking forward to a quiet night in with Jill - hoping she wasn't too tired from her current stressful work situation. The first thing that hit me when I opened the front do...
Gemma was tired of being taken for a younger girl. Now twenty-two, she only looked about fifteen. Her diminutive figure and small, pale features all added to the image. So she was not pursued by many men, which was annoying for her because she was really very sexy and keen on the opposite sex. In fact, her main preoccupation when not working – and sometimes...
The club had been too loud for them to talk so they'd come back to Megan's house and spent about three hours chatting, watching cartoons and looking at Megan's drawings and art collection. Gemma hadn't met someone she'd connected so easily with for ages. Not since she was in school, in fact. When she spent 8 weeks forming a close friendship with that Dutch e...
Slowly but surely, Tom was getting tired. He had been standing right at the barrier near the red carpet for the Lawrence Olivier Awards nearly 3 hours now, and he was counting down the last minutes before the show was supposed to finally start. It was his first time doing this up to this point - most of his job was to write articles from the comfort of eit...
Gemma and I had known each other for years. We'd been colleagues together and even after our careers had taken us in different directions we'd kept in touch, sometimes more frequently than others. Whenever circumstances allowed, we'd meet up for a drink and a chat on a number of occasions. There had always been a certain 'something' between us but our frien...
All that remains. Author's note. I started writing this a couple of years ago, occasionally dipping in and editing. I had no idea what was to happen when I started the story and have made sure I kept away from real events. Book 1. Awake. I awoke feeling cold. The house was freezing and deathly quiet. Why was I on the couch? I felt so weak, every joi...
Not everyone was able to say this and thoroughly mean it but Gemma enjoyed her job. She genuinely really loved it. Some people might find it very hard to believe the maid in that regard, especially when they see the sheer size of the mansion that she alone was in charge of keeping clean. But it wasn't as crazy as it seemed. True, if she tried to clean all...
The following morning, Gemma was overwhelmed, both with excitement as well as a cautious anticipation. As she expected, when the maid awoke, it was to a message on her phone detailing certain specifics that Reginald wanted that day. Gemma winced slightly. 'Dungeon. Twin braids. That red and black underwear set you bought last month. Make sure all of my kni...
My thanks to Randi. Literotica and my beta readers. Scott had hoped that he could take good news back to Gemma, his wife of 12 years. That wasn't to be. He also needed to tell his best friend, Tim. The Oncologist had been as gentle and as kind as he could be, but telling a patient that his cancer, previously thought cured, had now rapidly metastasised to m...