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Welcome to my blog! I write sensual/erotic lesbian romances. I also dabble in poetry and have recently begun writing screenplays. I hope you enjoy your visit!

Thursday, November 20, 2014

The Other Side

Ally Brent is a very ambitious woman who overcomes many obstacles to become the first woman governor of her state in the 1970's. Her only regret is having to keep the woman she's loved for over twenty-five years a secret.


Clare impatiently tapped her pen against the phone. After a few minutes, she heard Michael's groggy voice on the other end.

"Do you know what the hell time it is?"

"Michael, it's Clare."

"What the hell do you want? If you're looking for a little pleasure then I'm afraid Ally's not here."

"Dammit, Michael. I saw the newspaper. Where is she?" she demanded. "I haven't heard from her in weeks."

"She's ill."

"What do you mean she's ill? Where is she? Give me an address." She couldn't control the alarm in her voice. Her hand trembled.

"I think it's best that you and Ally cool your passion for awhile." 

"You son-of-a-bitch! I'll find her, Michael. Believe me, I'll find her." She was ready to hang up the phone when Michael's voice came back over the line.

"I'll tell you where she is on one condition."

"What's the condition?"

"You can't let anyone know where she is."

"Why would I do that? You know I've always protected her."

"That's not all you've done."

"Your jealousy is unbecoming, Michael," she countered.

"A lot of changes are going to be made in the near future."

"Just tell me where she is." 

"Okay, you can find her at Green Valley Estates."

"You bastard, what did you do to her?"

"Whatever happened she did to herself," he answered.

Clare slammed the phone down.

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Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Silent Cry

A young woman fights to prove her innocence after being falsely charged with murder while trying to win the heart of the woman she loves.


J.C.'s fingers melted into her flesh, bringing back floods of memories of those fingers and hands roaming over every inch of her bare flesh. "We can't, J.C. That's over for us," she weakly replied.

J.C. brushed her lips over Samantha's soft cheek, and then moved to her full lips.
Samantha's body trembled, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Just one more time."

Samantha pushed her away. "No, J.C.," she said breathlessly. "We can't."

"Why? You want it as much as I do, baby," she whispered as she continued to move her hands over Samantha's body. "I want you. Tell me that you want me just as much. I need to feel you next to me again...just this one night. Then it'll be over if that's what you really want. I promise." She lightly ran her fingertips over Samantha's breasts.