Author's note: This story is a work of fiction. It is not a reflection of reality whatsoever. It is a parody and should be read only by those 18 years and older. This is my first lesbian slashfic. It's a very short story done for the fun of it, based off a request sent through by a reader. Let me know what you think. * Kylie stood in the darkened hallway...
(This story is set after but separate to my stories Fay 2 and Charlotte's Bet - read them if you want!) Jane sat back in her chair in the hotel's office and steepled her fingers as she considered the day. She was a fine looking woman, 37-years old with cool blue eyes and glossy, smartly-styled red hair. She'd put on a few pounds since her divorce a few ye...
My name is Brenda, but everyone calls me Bren. One of my favorite pastimes, with the exception of being with Cliff (secretly my toy boy) is talking to my next door neighbor Janice over the garden wall. Of course any scandal is one of the most common things we talk about and there is usually plenty of that in our street. You'd be surprised at just what I kno...
All was lost. Scandal. Failure. Dismissal. Disrespect. He raised his hands to his head and held it; anything to ease the incessant, unrelenting drumbeat of impending doom. Dr. Ronald Pencraft Smythe-Wilkins mechanically acknowledged the many nods and greetings directed at him as he crossed the lobby. Smythe-Wilkins, considered by many one of the great arch...
When we're young, we can be extremely naïve! This applies to almost everyone, and it's my only excuse as to how Gerry caught me crossdressing so easily. I had paid for a room in the hostel where he worked as a caretaker, and expected privacy. It simply never occurred to me that he, or anyone else for that matter, would feel at liberty to intrude upon me on t...
With the start of pre-season training camps, I was spending a lot of time working the phones to find trades to package off a few fairly promising non-roster players that had looked good in practice but couldn't win a roster spot with us for this season. I'd found a deal that I thought I could live with but I was still frankly hoping for something a bit bette...
It took me half the night to read the report on Mr. Greg Sands. Several times I had to put the report down and have a slug of straight whiskey. The report had shaken me to my very core. I might have known my friend Sandman at 18 years of age but the person at 28 was a sick twisted animal. The report gave me all the answers I was looking for and I thanked Go...
Being the Commanding Officer of a military manoeuvres camp was no skive, but - given a good assistant helped - in more ways than one. It made for smoother running of the accounts for which recently promoted Sgt Taylor was responsible as treasurer and, although she could be very disobedient at times, she was a Godsend for Peter Carr who, without her, would h...
The year is 1905 and the location, in the fashionable London East End. It was a time where England ruled the waves, the sun never set on the English Empire and morality and Christian ethics were the order of the day. Humanity however, had not changed and the aristocracy continued with their lives filled with a desperate search for meaning in a world which ac...
Author's Note: This is the conclusion of the story. Just a fair warning, there are no sex scenes. I intended this to be a longer chapter, or several more chapters, but life got in the way. In the end, this felt like the best ending to me for Sophie's story. Also just wanted to thank those who reached out and let me know how much they enjoyed the story and l...