Kirsty smiled as she watched Monika swing on her play set. The day was chilly and a bit grey. Those dark clouds over head were just another reminder of him...and last night. She dropped her head and toyed with a blade of tall brown grass. Even that would be gone soon, hidden under the white of snow, she mused. Breakfast this morning had been tense to say t...
Authors Notes: Disclaimer: Celebrity appearances in this series are in no any way to be considered realistic. They are included for the entertainment of open-minded adults only. Their thoughts, words, and deeds are in no way indicative of the real celebrity. They exist here only to build a story around. Frank Harris had just seated himself at his rada...
AUTHOR NOTE: Due to the site's formatting making it harder to discern between scenes in this particular story, scene breaks will be marked with *** and change of character voice will be marked with a pretty ~*~:~*#K#*~:~*~ first letter of their name. ============ A week later Sarielle was in the yard with her goats when Hevani came out of the neighbouring...
When we came back from Sardinia... well, nothing more happened. I mean, nothing noticeable, for a while. A normal life. Really, nothing despicable, just normal. He worked, I took care of the house. It was not heavy, for me: I had wanted it. Before we arrived in Italy, he had suggested me to find a job, and not as anyone. He had some relatives at the univer...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Ch 1 The 2005 yearbook of St. Thomas Aquinas has the usual groups of photographs; graduating seniors, the other classes, faculty, sports and intramural clubs. In the rear of the book are the various photographs of slices of life at St. Thomas Aquinas for the Sch...
Studio B was tucked back in a distant corner of the sprawling Metro Films lot. Discarded props and miscellaneous film production equipment, too valuable to junk, but too old to be of service at the bigger studios nearer the front gate, surrounded the old, square building. She parked in the temporary lot as she had for the last two weeks. Though, she wasn't...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
© SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM & BELLORA QUINN 2009 Thanks to the usual suspects for lovely comments and for taking the trouble to cast your vote. As ever it's much appreciated, and it's good to be back. Time to move things along a little, though. The boys are up for a night on the town but mix these guys with alcohol and adrenaline and anything could...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone who's given 'JB' such good ratings and for the encouraging comments. And I must apologise for the several typos in the earlier chapters that I've only now noticed after re-reading. While on winter climbing holidays in the UK's frozen north, I once spent consecutive weeks in two lovely little self catering cottages - Jessamy...