Karen tells her story I never expected that I could spend so much on food and booze on one night out, cleaned out almost all of the cash I was carrying in my purse ... so many years since I had a night out on the town. A bunch of my best female friends – Jennifer, Michelle, Lisa, Amy, Angela, Melissa and Tracy – we all met as parents of kids when I enrolled...
Ten At the coffee counter, the barrista, Hannah, was fiddling with the pastries. She had on a summer dress that hung low on her chest revealing an ample cleavage. Her skin was pale but creamy. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra, as evidenced by her prominent nipples. She also seemed to have a little roundness to her, as if there might be a smudge extra...
Sorry for the delay. This has kind of been a companion piece to the broader story but I've enjoyed writing it and exploring a different voice for the character than Jay's voice. Let me know. Chapters of this one will continue to be slow but steady. Enjoy! ***** As we walked to the elevator, giggling and laughing, I felt like I was back in college almost. T...
This idea came to me as I've rereading Carly's Fantasy. I wanted to tell the story from her standpoint and, at the same time, clean up some of my mistakes. I wanted this story to feel a little less rushed and explore a little more of Carly's thoughts and feelings. Consider this story a rough retelling. Both characters have told their recollection of the even...
Carmen Sorrento wanted me to fuck her. Naturally, I wanted the same thing. We sealed this mutually agreed upon deal on the purple futon in my studio apartment in downtown Emerald City, Mecca for coffee aficionados, a city of silvered skyscrapers, steep, frequently rain slicked streets and great, lumbering ferries plying the nearby sound. The new futon, my...
First off, I have to tell you I love Angela. Honest to God, I really do. I've told her this a million times. And I kind of understand her outrage and why she's doing what she's doing. I wish she wouldn't but I can understand it. God, I wish she would stop and be mine again. Okay, maybe that's not the best place to start. Maybe the beginning would work bett...
Jessica and Nicole were seated in tenth row of the arena, next to the tunnel where the players traveled to reach the court from their locker rooms. The basketball game was at half time and they were waiting for the players to return to the court. In particular, the player they came to see was Malcolm Kelly. He was a 6 foot 6 inch tall forward for the Univer...
There is no underage sex anywhere in this story. Also, thanks to all the readers who have reached out and become friends. For all those who have sent compliments, this story is for you! Enjoy! MJ Chapter 1 Regarding Angela Angela, Laura, and I were about to have our lives turned upside down. By men, of course. Faster than the streets flood in the Fre...
The relationship had been about sex; that was what they had both understood – 'until we both... you know' he'd said, meaning 'find someone new', not 'until we end up falling in love with each other.' She thought of how awful it would sound, the younger widow, Husband only dead a year, falls for the smooth talker that chat's and woo's his way into her bed le...
I wrote to Nina the day after we got back. I thanked her - and asked her to pass on my thanks to her friend Jen - for their hospitality, and their kindness. At the end, it just felt wrong to sign off with 'Sincerely Yours'. I struggled to find something that wouldn't sound too formal, or too distant. Eventually, I just wrote 'Love', and then signed my name....