Grandmother was dead. It was about time. Elena felt horrible for thinking it, but she knew she wasn't the only one to feel a sense of relief at finally being out from under the old woman's tyranny. No one had been safe from Grandmother's bitter tongue or judgments, not even the niece whom she claimed to be her favorite. The family often said, when Grandmot...
September 29, 1912 Sacred Assumption Convent 121 State Street New Orleans, Louisiana Your Excellency: I write this in the hopes of persuading the Archdiocese of New Orleans to consider granting more monies to the Sacred Assumption Convent. We are in dire straits due to the recent season of storms that have ravaged not only our properties, but have also...
*Author's Note: Any persons Engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 'Crack this shell and bring me home,' autumn's 'Shadow Girl' poured out of the speakers and Mary Farmer sang along with it. Thomas looked over and smiled at her and she blushed and looked away, embarrassed. He wondered what she would do if he leaned o...
I wrote this story for someone. I would love feedback to see if anyone is interested in me continuing the story. Thanks for the feedback! * It had been years since I had last been to Montreal. It has been one of my favorite cities since the first time I visited it more than 20 years ago. I had stayed away too long, and missed this beautiful city. It was J...
Writer's note: You may have heard this story about any rural high school in America. Urban legends are always better when seasoned with local spices. If you're looking for hot sex, sorry, there's just enough skin showing here to make it interesting. * The wrecked car is a local landmark on the two-lane highway that leads to the high school. Buddy's family...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Angel Hart tittered as she felt Jason Breaux's eyes on her. Just before entering their home room, she turned and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. That little kiss would have resulted in the both of them being suspended for three days f...
Author's note: This story is inspired by rachlou's wonderful story series, "Show Me Heaven." There is nothing much similar about these stories, except the basic premise of a shy girl who is lured from her shell by a caring girlfriend and a patient man. ^ ^ ^ ^ Jane Smith finished filing the last of that day's work, and neatly stacked the leftover documents...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. ***** Joi Marchot sat on the bench and sobbed. Her cheek still stung where Ricky had slapped her. She hated when he did drugs; he always got so dem...
It was a beautiful afternoon in Paris. The autumnal air was still warm enough not to need a coat or anything over the top of his suit jacket, and Stan walked out onto the balcony of the hotel room. He breathed deeply. Life was good. He felt a hand in the small of his back, and another arm draped over his shoulder. He looked to his left, to see Anne, blonde...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 She let herself out of the trailer quietly; she'd learned long ago not to disturb her mother. It was still dark out but she could walk this path blindfolded; she'd walked it every schooldays of her life. Every school day of her life, she'd walk the q...