Sometimes as a writer people ask you for a follow up story but often when a story is written a stand alone that is very difficult. When I wrote 'Smile for the Camera' it was always intended as a stand alone story and I have been asked about a part 2. In an idle moment while running a thought occurred to me, which as my run continued the thought grew. This is...
(The characters are not mine. They are the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino and belong to the WB and the CW. Warning. Femslash. Paris/Rory. This story takes place immediately after my story "Sleepover". And yes, I know it doesn't exactly jibe with how I ended the first story. Just ignore the last few lines of that one, they were intended to close out the st...
As she waited, Denise felt anxious yet excited; when the knock finally came to her door, she felt both emotions rise. Brian stood on the other side. She had waited for this day for some time, and now she was faced with it. She couldn't tell which feeling was strongest in her—the excitement or the apprehension, but she felt ready, more ready than she had felt...
My wife Patricia and I are aged in our early fifties and have been happily married for over 25 years. In this day and age this is quite a feat. We believe one of the reasons for our happy marriage is our openness and ability to communicate with each other. Over the years we have shared many of our fantasies with each other, and know exactly each other's like...
I took a deep breath as I picked up the last bag containing Jimmy's toys and walked back up the stairs to my mother's apartment. She was waiting for me with a smile again. She was always happy and cheerful when Rick and I bought her grandson over for a weekend visit. "Mom. I think I brought in everything." "Oh. Jennifer. You know how happy I'm to be able t...
I saw her for the first time doing laps in the Y swimming pool. She was a good swimmer, that's what first caught my attention. A sleek woman in a lemon-colored one-piece swimsuit, cutting through the water like an arrow. Strong, efficient strokes. Powerful scissoring kicks which seemed not to splash. Rapid flipping turns at the end of each lap, without a mot...
***My Dom gave me a writing assignment, specifically noting what he wanted me to write about. This is the result of my erotic submissiveness to him, and my obedience that I always provide for him the best I can. Enjoy! ***On the morning of the team's business meeting, I was sort of nervous. I was not scared, only nervous, because I so wanted to please Mr....
I dedicate this story to Sally for giving me the inspiration to write it. Bostonfictionwriter gets a gold invitation to a celebrity ball. * I received an invitation to a Celebrity Ball. It was quite the surprise and honor to have a chauffeur appear at my front door to personally hand me the invitation. It's a black tie affair, so I'll have to rent a tuxed...
(Schodt – Angel No. 8 Original Mix. Music begins @ here). Kate Kane looked downwards quizzically at her dresser, the redoubtable Raldi M'Raldi - the highly modern English-raised and educated, Sudanese private couture and bespoke fashion expert. “Are you sure?” She asked. “Oh yes.” He replied with supreme confidence. “But are you sure,” she re-iterated, q...
Heather Bentley gently sneered at her boss, Eddie Garcia, "Women's basketball isn't REAL basketball." "Sure it is," he said adamantly. "They can't do slam dunks but that just means they have to depend more on skill. That's why I watched that whole game." Heather pursed her orange-lipsticked lips, then shrugged, dismissing the subject. They were in the gre...