This is a two-part short story about a married woman is taught the meaning of love by an exotic Indian woman. There is a rumour where I live about the garage door signal I write about in here. I don't know if it's true. My imagination imagines all sorts of things. Which led to this story. Enjoy. ***** I MARRIED OUT of college. I love my husband, but some...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers Good writers will often visit various locales to do research for a story, or novel. Lesbian erotica writers are no different. And so it was that I found myself in my '89 Mustang, nearing this small, but surprisingly well-known town on the banks of the Colorado River, named after some pointed rocks on the other side of the...
Tess has been absent from this writer's mind for a while. Requests for her return have been heard but Tess has, as many of you know, a mind of her own. She has just now chosen to return and share a few of her latest escapades. I hope you enjoy them and take them for what they are, adult erotic imagination, nothing more. "No coeds were harmed in the writing...
The scent of cooked turkey still lingered in kitchens across America and the shops and stores were already decorated for Christmas; the coffee shop where Carol sat being no exception. Disconsolately sipping her latte, she didn't feel in a very celebratory mood. The promise of employment that had motivated her to leave home and move to the city hadn't materia...
"Look, Carol..." Madelyn Ross had her cell phone cradled against her ear while she flipped pages in her workbook - that was propped against the steering wheel of her mini van - with one hand and held a cigarette with the other. She was parked at a drive-in, arguing with her editor while she waited for her dinner to be delivered. She wasn't making much hea...
Part 3a: Kate's Story Feedback most welcome. ---*--- It was Friday, June 27, and Mark and I were out on our weekly "date night." We had completely spaced the opening night of the Blues Brothers movie last week having instead fixed a nice pasta dinner and stayed in drinking wine, watching TV and making out on the sofa. Everyone was raving about the new mov...
Chapter 9: Wood For Sheep January is my favourite time to work. It's so quiet while everybody else is off on holiday, and I can get stuff done without constant distraction. It was especially welcome the year we joined Preussler-Kennedy, giving me the chance to settle into the new office without having to deal with all the new people at the same time. Chan...
This is a simple story that I'd submitted under another name and another title, so if it's familiar, you know why. I was initially going to publish this as a lesbian novella, but decided against it. So… you guys get to read this for free (: Don't forget to vote and comment! ~L. * Ohh fuck, that hurt. I stared into the enraged blue eyes of my lo...
When Lauren awoke for the second time, the morning's light had faded. The gentle pattering of a summer shower quietly splashed against the window. The stereo was still playing her Enigma disk and the quiet hum of the air conditioner could barely be heard. Roxanne's gentle breathing was almost inaudible. Lauren slipped out of the bed and padded quietly to th...
** August 6th, 2014 Lissy and Kara We kissed the girls goodnight when we dropped them off at their apartment. "This was a fun night and a wonderful idea. It was nice to meet Allie and the other girls." "Yeah, she picked the perfect night to have one of her better games, " said Rachel, my youngest. "And isn't Elena a total babe?" That was sassy June, my...