The power of the mind- to protect, to inquire and to envision. When free of the cognitive restrictions of morals and forced standards Ch 1- Betty Unleashed "I'll be back in a few hours. You know Rhonda, down the street? She asked me to go out with her for some girl time. I shouldn't be late, but you know her. What do you think of these earrings she gave m...
"How? Is it really possible?" Gina wondered in disbelief. A tiny niggle of a feeling at the back of her mind had started months ago. She had been refusing to allow it to come into the light. Despite this, the niggle had blossomed. It had started with a seedling of a friendship. That friendship had not only grown but blossomed. She had been trying hard to br...
They closed the parks and beaches two weeks ago. At the time, it didn't really matter because the whole coast was in a cold-rain-wind cycle that made going outside pretty uncomfortable. As things got nice, though, I really started to miss the walks and sports and outdoor time I was accustomed to. I try to keep in shape, and exercising at home just doesn't do...
"I'm getting this framed." Becca clicked through her uploaded vacation photos. Between lush, green outdoor shots in the country and the indulgent, macro shots of downtown architecture was a single image. It was a close-up of her partner's face, smushed against a grey damask cushion as he slept. Lex leaned over her shoulder, eyeing the computer screen. He f...
The forest was as quiet as a nighttime marsh that had just witnessed a murder. Nevyn finished putting on his blue jay mask, trying to stay calm. The voice had come from just behind him, and not far off at all. A complaint about the mask, which almost made him smile. The dryad had gotten the drop on him, and she'd used it to object to him covering his face....
It was the tenth day of our bathroom being renovated. The bathroom contractor, Josh, was a pleasant guy; hard-working and skilled at his craft, he kept mostly to himself. I had no concerns about being left alone in the house with him while my husband was at work .. and, happily married to Bill for the past 15 years, it didn't tempt me at all to have anothe...
***Note*** This story is part of my Trouble Texas Style series that includes Night Walker's Woman (complete), Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Goodbye Earl. These are interwoven stories and are being posted sequentially. It will make more sense when reading in conjunction with those. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** This story and Goodbye Earl, especially, de...
***NOTE*** This story is a part of my ongoing series called Trouble Texas Style (Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Goodbye Earl). These are complex and interwoven tales that cross genres, including erotica, romance, and suspense. I have kept them separate as opposed to hopping from character to character chronologically, as Geo...
The rising moon glowed eerily through the stand of trees. Shadows stretched out across the road, lengthening and shortening as the breeze roared through the forest, causing limbs to quake and the thinner trunks to bend over almost double. The night was alive. Amanda gazed in disbelief at the slack jaw of her guardian. She hummed to herself trying to block...
I was ripped from my slumber the next morning by the consistent blaring of the alarm clock. I groaned as I hit the off button with more force than intended. God I felt like shit! Have you ever woken up the next morning after a particularly bad argument with your spouse with that feeling of unknown angst? You can't remember exactly what the fight was about,...