I'm 21 and I finally graduated from my major in psychology and my stepmoms a teen councilor. In the summertime she uses her vacation weeks where she goes to be a therapist. My mom told me that the camp is looking for volunteers who are studying to become therapists and that she'd sign me up for the summer and take me with her. I said that I could use the pra...
Faith lay in the cool darkness of her room; a thick down comforter kept the night's cold at bay and concealed her slim young body. So thick were the covers that the movement of her hands as she pleasured herself would've gone unseen if anybody else had been in the room with her. Faith, just 18, had spent the first years of her High School career participati...
This chapter has been edited from it's original post. Thank you all for reading, and please comment and vote at the end! ~~~~~ When Dominic had thought the day could not get any worse, he had been wrong. It did get worse. Not wanting to walk around in a soiled shirt to meet his next clients, he had taken a chance and stopped by a thrift store to purchas...
I rolled as the entire class fired at me, I saw them all smiling they all were loving this. "Alright, as you can see sometimes the best thing to do is not be there." I started to pair the students up with comparable power level partners. Shit! There was no one to pair the elder's son with but me and I knew if I didn't pull my punches I'd fry his ass for sure...
"Chelsea," I stopped her again as she opened the restroom door. She turned and smiled at me as she said, "I was afraid you didn't actually know that." "I do, and I will definitely remember it," I said as I pulled out my wallet and took a card from within. "Friday night... 7:00pm... text or call and let me know where to pick you up." I stepped up beside her...
Admittedly, I grew up in a different era. Despite the turbulent sixties, the nineteen-seventies still held some of the family values espoused by television of the era such as Little House on the Prairie or the Waltons. This was especially true for me since I grew up in a small Southern town. We lived in the same two-bedroom house that my great-grandparents h...
So... I'm working on a female-female-male love story for the Ice Era Chronicles called "One Stong Gale." And all the time I'm visiting with my characters, I'm thinking "Yes, but what happened to Murry??" So I had to write on this. HAD TO! I just can't seem to get "One Strong Gale" together unless I take some time to play with Murry and Keltrix. Anywho... h...
9 - Killing Me Softly: It's the wee small hours. The gloom of my room is illuminated by the glow from my iPod and a scented candle. The candle is, obviously, Mack's idea. We are cuddled together enjoying the forced intimacy of my single bed, basking in a warm post-coital glow. The Fugees Killing Me Softly is playing. Mack plants the lightest of kisses on m...
'Angus, for Christ's sake! Can you get the file I asked for?' 'That is the Miller file, Mister Broderick,' Angus said pointedly. 'Not the Miller file! The Milton file! I asked for the Milton file, now get it. You did bring it, didn't you?' Mister Broderick looked keenly at Angus as if he suspected him of purposely thwarting his plans. 'Of course, Mister...
NOTE: This story is a follow-up to "A Bus Worth Missing," posted 4/14/16 in the romance section. To get the most out of this new story, interested readers might wish to read "A Bus Worth Missing" first, written from Ryan's point of view. Now it's Coleen's turn. As always, feedback is much appreciated, yea or nay. Some girls get swept off their feet. Ryan...