You write books that will never see publication. Until you get noticed by your lesbian neighbor who works for a small press. You have a wife and she has a partner, and then the fun begins. Any real lesbian will declare the premise of this story total bunk. Well, duh, that's the very definition of fiction slash fantasy. To my loyal readers: I have to go on a small hiatus--read the endnote.
A continuation of The Troubador's classic open ended story. "Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive." The true price for what Susan coveted was more than she could bear.
Ken decides to leave his wife of three years for a long list of very good reasons. In desperation she agrees to do anything and everything he asks of her if he will just stay with her. He puts her to the test, with the idea of getting some revenge. Maybe he should have done that three years ago!
A virginal sixteen year old high school senior travels to Washington, D.C. with some of her classmates for the annual senior class trip. Her horizons are broadened significantly. / (Reviews)
In 1876, 10-year-old Annie Hightower was standing beside her father when he was murdered on the main street of Hendly Pass. She swore revenge on the murderer, no matter how long it took. Seven years later, she was able to begin her quest, dressed as a man and using the alias of Jack Highsmith. Romance rears its head in chapter 4, but there is still plenty of daring-do. This story is told in the third person, so there is no dialect except in the actual dialog, thus, it should be easy to read.
A Swimming with Kate Story More about Frances and Ben and Kate and me. Nudity may not lead to sex, and being nude in itself isn't necessarily a signal that you want sex, but it sure puts you in touch with your body when you feel the sunshine, warm air, and breeze on your bare skin. If you're swimming nude, the water flows over you and touches all the right places. What happens next is up to you. Possibilities. That's what swimming nude means. A note on the codes: the Mm is very light.
Every community has one, larger communities may have several, but if you look closely, you will find the Wallflower. They are friendly yet quiet, seemingly self-contained, seldom sitting in a group although not always alone, and never the center of attention. They are pretty, they are not, they are plain, mysterious, tall, short, slender and not so slender, but without exception, they know they are a Wallflower.
A story I wrote while experiencing writer's block on Superflu. A young woman faces the consequences of her actions and tries to find her place in the world. There is some sex, but that is not the focus of the story.