My divorce was bitter. Fifteen years of marriage ended with a thud. One year later it still hurt and I was still alone. I didn't even know where to look for love. My best friend Rachel helped me through it all. She had moved to Los Angeles a year earlier and we were still best friends and in touch almost daily. "Come to L.A., Diane," she implored. "Make a...
Steve Gregg was a large man, and as such, most people assumed he was stupid. Most people looked at the craggy face nestled on top of his broad muscular shoulders and assumed 'typical jock, all muscle and no brains.' His quiet demeanor did little to dissuade most from the misconception they had of him. His job as a 'grunt,' a hard working laborer with a cons...
I'm Emily Wilson, age 41, 5'8" and 140 pounds, 36C with chestnut brown shoulder length hair. Men consider me attractive, and I think I am aging well. My husband and I lead a comfortable but boring middle class life in the Keystone state. We work hard at blue collar jobs and pinch pennies, but like so many households these days; we are like hamsters on a whee...
The balmy sea breeze stirred her golden hair as Constance de Granville walked onto the balcony overlooking the harbor. She tipped her head back to allow the cooling air better play over the curves and hollows of her throat. Below, the docks of Veradoga teemed with activity. Constance could hear the ribald laughter of sailors, pleased to be in port at last,...
I went to the office around eleven. My head still throbbed. I damned my stupidity -- the drinking too. Charlotte was her own sparkling self. She smiled and her voice sang. There was a plastic quality to her that I had never noticed before. But it was a well-known kind of plastic. "Is Onslow in?" I asked. There must have been sandpaper down my throat. Her...
7Note: To the readers. This story could have been in many different categories, Mature, Interracial Love, Lesbian Sex, and Romance, among others. If you are against reading any of these, you might want to pass on this one. For those who decide to venture into this short story, I hope you enjoy it. A big thank you to Mistress Lynn and Lady Cibelle for editin...
Ben was dozing and that was for the best. As I pulled the bed sheet up to cover his naked body, I felt powerless to stop the flood of emotion that engulfed me when I recalled the events of the past few years and I wept as the memories streamed thru my conscious mind. The Philadelphia Story: Final Chapter ONE: After graduation, I remaine...
I was told by someone who knows that I should mention that the characters in this story were originally in 'Enabling' and "Hooking Jörmungandr". While I tried to make this story complete on it's own, there are details there which may flesh things out a bit more. Also, keen readers will notice there maybe be some inconsistencies between the three. Well...they...
It had been years since I had last seen Ellen and I was a bit afraid it might be awkward first seeing her again, but I took a chance and came. Ideally, we'd have gotten together in a smaller, more private setting but these sudden, last minute things can never be properly planned. When I first saw her that evening there was a crowd massed around her and yes...
Disclaimer: This story touches on several sensitive subjects, such as transsexuality and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are eighteen or older. "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." -Ralph Waldo Emerson Prologue Nearly everyone has something they disli...