AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of you might be wondering why this story is posting again. I accidentally submitted the unedited version of this chapter to Lit a few days ago. This is the EDITED version, the one that was supposed to have been posted the first time around. If you read the unedited chapter...I'm so sorry, LOL. Anyway, I apologize for this chapter's delay,...
Slow and Steady Wins the Race "Mommy? What's a N-turn?" "IN-tern, honey. It's someone who works for the experience instead of for money." "Oh," her daughter said. "Why do you need 'sperience?" "Well, so mommy can get a good job making lots of money." "Oh. Why don't you do a job now and make lots of money?" "Um, because Mommy doesn't have any experience...
The next morning, breakfast was tense. Peyton could practically feel Caleb's heat from across the table, the hunger in his body reflected openly in his gaze. Getting through breakfast was a challenge, and her mother's moody behavior didn't help things either. Something had put Lola in a mood, which only added to Peyton's worry. "Do you work today, Caleb?"...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Peyton Charles checked herself over one last time in the mirror before leaving the bedroom that she now shared with Liv Moore, her best friend turned girlfriend. Not that it was official, as they still technically had separate rooms, but they hadn't really slept...
"Hunh?" Liv asked, slurping up some brain. Ravi stared at her in patient apoplexy. Liv thought sometimes he was jealous he didn't get to eat brains, which were perfectly tempting once she put them through some prep: in this case, involving a pasta maker. Certainly looked better than anything he could get from Sizzler. "I said, have you imagined the possibil...
Every time I saw him I got those familiar stirrings. But I didn't think he thought anything about the flirting and hugging and stolen glances, so nothing was every done about it. I played pool every week with some friends and he was always there. Every week was the same thing, we would play fight, tickle and poke at each other. I would watch him play, just...
I'd been in his class all semester. His sexy British accent made it so easy to listen to his lectures. I didn't even have to take notes because I would remember every single word that he said. He was tall, strong, and no more than thirty years of age with lightly tanned skin and dark hair. He had a little stubble on his chin, green eyes that glowed in the da...
*Author's Note: I shared my own very unique love story in Serendipity. I got into crossdressing late in life compared to most guys who start somewhere between 5-15. I was married, and had been on active duty for four years and was totally into weightlifting since my sophomore year of high school. When I first tried wearing women's clothes, I was in my early...
I'm in bed, feeling the cool smooth mahogany wood on my back as I'm laying against the headboard, my full milky breasts sandwiched against the back of a nineteen year old brat. My nipples are spraying milk like crazy, the liquid cascades down the girl's back to moisten where I'm grinding hard against her ass while my husband is thrusting in an out of her pus...
To my kind editor, MoaningLover. Thank you all for the feedback. Keep em' coming =) * Peyton tapped her foot impatiently. She looked at the time on her computer screen. Twenty more minutes until the end of her day; then she could see Nate. She closed her eyes and thought about the last three weeks of her life. After Nate had apologized, the two of them w...