By Robin O. Mr. Wallace and Me Part 11: Dad couldn't get off from work on Friday, but Mom and I went to Mr. Drummond's office in the morning. Mom wore a purple sleeveless, pleated, A-line polyester dress with a very modest scoop neck under her overcoat. I couldn't help but imagine what the dress would look like on me, but I was back wearing my blue men's...
Julie speaks: I was one of three children. My two brothers are ten and twelve years older than I am. I guess I was kind of an accident, but my parents really loved me. I grew-up with a rather normal childhood. Looking back, I believe my parents gave me too much. Since I was the only daughter and the youngest, I got my way a lot. Later when starting high sc...
Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for sticking with me through this story and making it a much better read. Chapter Four: Sarah meets someone new. It had been six months since my divorce with Leonard was final. I just couldn't believe him not wanting his own kids. I'd gone on with my life but I know the loss of my baby will always be with me....
My special thanks to Angel_Love, a better editor a writer could not ask for, thank you. Remember, if you like the story, vote for it. It's always nice to hear from readers and voting is one way for you to communicate with me. Upon awakening the next morning, he found her still curled tightly against him, her head lying on his leather-covered chest. Slowl...
The following is a work of fiction. I hope you like what you read, and take the time to vote and send me some feedback when you finish. Thanks ****** Lori was my very first girlfriend. I loved her. It began in Grade Six. Lori's mum was Thai, so she had inherited an exotic skin tone and face. She wasn't ultra petite, like her mum, so guess she got that f...
What to do with two gorgeous women? I want to thank the readers of my story Living Works of Art not just for your generous ratings of stars, but also for your wonderful comments! I hope you are not disappointed with this sequel, but at least the sale of the ten-million-dollar apartment is included. I tried to write the story so that you do not really have t...
Nicole couldn't decide what was worse: the churning of her stomach or the pounding behind her eyes. This hangover was the worst hangover of her life. To be completely honest this was the first hangover of her life. Nicole Andrews was not known for her partying ways. In college, she was the designated driver and the girl who held your purse while you danced....
I was sat in the break-room the first time I saw him. It amazes me that I can still remember the moment he entered the room so clearly; it's probably anger that keeps it so fresh in my mind, a feeling of hate towards him combined with the knowledge that I can never go back. I dream of returning to that moment and telling myself not to trust him, of the diffi...
There are two routes that take me to the railway station. One is a leisurely stroll through the park if the weather is kind and time allows, and the other if I'm running late, is a short cut through a broad avenue of upmarket properties. Today I was late and walking briskly, trying to ignore the affluence of the well-heeled residents living in the avenue. '...
Note: This part of the story, and those to follow, occur after Karen had been accepted into the Lady's Club. ***** Karen spotted Betty Jean from across the room and she looked interesting. The ladies were all watching their husbands sucking and fucking each other in full drag, it was Fag Night at the Lady's Club and the sissies were giving them a really go...