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...
"Coconut milk. Caprino fresco. Arugula- what the hell is arugula?" Anna muttered to herself under her breath as she scanned the rest of the list. She didn't know what half of the items were and her frustration was building. Her boss at the bookstore had waited until the last second to give any thought to this extensive list of refreshments their visiting a...
Oh my. This is easily the rawest thing I will ever write. I really wanted to get in a lot of aspects of the queer femme experience in, not just the stuff I knew. While a lot of it is inspired by guttural feelings, it's meant to be the main's story first and foremost, and branch out into the stories of others. A lot of it was the desire to really communicat...
SO FAR: Jilted days before the wedding in Melbourne, Biance White returns home to Auckland to throw herself into work, setting up as a consultant to people with business problems. Her first client is a honey, or so it seems as romance begins to swirl around them. But when Marty Young fails to drive through her proposals for business reform at his college for...
It was about nine-thirty when the last of the summer twilight had retreated over the horizon, chased away by the quiet night which now hung over Greenville. The black, cloudless sky was dotted with a thousand pin-pricks of light like a dusty window. Only the creamy band of the Milky Way dashed across the patchwork quilt of stars; the moon had not yet begun i...
I really wasn't sure about this. Okay, I had made the booking but could easily cancel it. I had been in two minds from the moment she contacted me but as I drove around the city by-pass I was now certain this was a mistake. It could never be like it had been before. That I knew, but I wasn't really sure what it now could be. I decided that I would drive to w...
Chapter One In 1805, Rebecca Thompson was the eldest child and daughter of a reasonably wealthy grain merchant. She and her family lived in the small town of Newport in Shropshire; her mother had some pretensions of grandeur, but Becky (as she was mostly known) had little interest and anyway, besides the county ball, there was nothing to be grand about. Co...
Authors Note: I want to thank my editor Pete who goes above and beyond for me. Also, I'd like to thank everyone who reads my work and offers critiques, support, and encouragement. It means the world to me. ============= Of an old love's fancy life that left you stranded in a dream, Ain't you glad you're a high fashion queen. The Flying Burrito Brothers...
(MEGAN) There were only three rules. One. Never with someone we know mutually. Two. Never at our house. Three. Never get attached. Megan had already broken the first two with Todd, and was dangerously close to the third. Todd was her co-worker, he and his own wife had been friends with Megan and her husband Kyle for three years now. He was currently fuc...
This is it! Welcome to Part One of The Florida Trip. This is intended as a direct sequel to my previous Trip series, The Baseball Trip. Think of this as The Baseball Trip: Season Two. You don't have to read the original story to get what's going on here, but it'll definitely help. Everyone is over the age of 18. 6 months later It was the coldest winter I c...