Chapter 19 Frankie Goes to West Hollywood Sometimes, like a Ritalin-deprived preschooler wired on Count Chocula, love sneaks up behind you and bites you on the ass. Or something close to love, anyway. It's not always easy to figure out what exactly that emotion is. Cherie Jaffe lived in a gated mansion in Belair, and also in a beach house in Malibu, becaus...
Friends: Deleted Scenes - The Seduction of Ross "Hmmmmmm," Rachel sighed contentedly as her roommate climbed up her body and out from under the covers. They kissed and Rachel tasted herself in Monica's mouth; the dark-haired woman having just serviced her friend. Monica rolled off her and snuggled in, resting her head on Rachel's chest as she languidly trac...
(Formerly "One Night at the Borderline Hotel") EDITED BY: Miriam Belle Author's Note: "The story was originally titled "One Night at the Borderline Hotel," but since it is a Tucker Fuller story I'm reposting it as such. It's not to be taken seriously, just as a piece of escapist eroticism..." *** (This story is inspired by true events, though no names...
This is the continuation of the Serving My Students Series. Please start with Ainsley Pt. 1. Please provide feedback and votes to help me improve my work. Thanks and Enjoy! ******************** I awake to the sound of my phone alerting me that I have a text message. I reach over to the nightstand and see that it is 8am and it is a text from Ainsley: Ai...
It was one of those god-awful early springtime evenings where all you want to do is just boot the pedal to the metal, get yourself home and have a good old drink in order to forget about all the shit that you had to wade through during the day in order to pay the bills and keep the wolf from the door. Near freezing again despite it being mid March, the rai...
Note: This is going to be a series of stories told in a first person perspective by a lonely spinster woman. I felt like it would be more personal this way and that her stories would seem realistic even though they're made up. Just imagine this as one of her diary entries. I spend a lot of time thinking about how a woman like this lives her life and most oft...
This is the second installment of Army Times. Although it will stand alone fairly well, it continues on the previous story. I want to thank Psyche_b_mused for her invaluable help in editing these stories, truly they would be much less enjoyable if not for her. Leaving Georgia I had watched the retreating lights of Blaire's car smoking a cigarette when I h...
[Author's Note – This is a continuation of Promises, Rules And Their Breaking.] "Clothes off." I found Robbie just getting dressed when I got off work at 4PM. "Hi. How was your d- mm? Mmmm mmm?" I'd been desperate to kiss him all day. Talking could wait. "You're still dressed." I nuzzled his neck. He smelled freshly scrubbed. "So are you." His hands were...
Most will agree it was a ridiculous idea, and really shouldn't have got any traction. But it did and changed my life forever in a way I never thought possible; or even dream of. It just goes to show that success can come from nothing. At the time all this started, I was on the other side of the country risking my life for the sake of making good money, but I...
Regaining consciousness had its downside, a throbbing headache that channeled to her stomach. Nausea made Gretchen heave. Acids burned her throat. She spit out liquid fire onto the hard floor she sat on, her back against the hard wall. Her vision swirled only partly from concussive damage. In front of her, two humanoid figures wrestled and clawed at each oth...