Sometimes Friday nights suck. It was a little after 9:30pm and I was stuck at home. No date. No party. No friends. Just my CD player, a book and me. All of us were sprawled on my bed on top of the pink silky spread. My dark blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. I've been told I look somewhat like Elizabeth Shue, only with a fuller figure. I had m...
Some time has passed since the following events happened to me; I realize now how lucky to experience them I am. My life since has slipped back into the routine: I take the subway to work, I go to endless amounts of meetings, I smile politely to clients, but I know that everyone craves something more beyond the plasticity of their prescribed lives. I experie...
"And when you win, I have a surprise for you, moya lyuba." Iryna's face was unreadable. "A good surprise?" "You will have to win to find out." It was Saturday morning again. The week had passed. Iryna and I talked and texted every night, just like a couple of silly teenagers. On Thursday night we did a little experiment, where I headed straight over to...
Sophie closed her study book. The compulsory maths exam was the following day, but she couldn't possibly study anymore. Numbers were dancing before her eyes and diagrams had started to distort. She lay back on her large sofa-bed and sighed. You can do this. She told herself. You've got it. Just relax. She dragged herself from her comfortable position and...
Note to reader: The following story contains content of reluctant lesbian sex. It part of an ongoing saga depicting a young lady's road to lesbian submission and the unbridled passion she experiences when she surrenders herself completely. If you choose to read on, I hope you enjoy. *** I woke and reached out hoping to feel Cynthia next to me, but she was...
Chapter One Dave and I walked into the Busfeild Arms ten minutes late. That is to say we had been supposed to be there at high noon and we went through the front door just after ten past. To me, the "late Heather Hunter", the timing meant nix. Dave wasn't saying anything but, as Miss Punctuality, she was probably seething. And tee-hee to that! Why should...
Copyright 2015, 2020 Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 I couldn't stop thinking about Melissa Holloway. Her mother had hired me to teach her how to understand female sexual response, so that she wouldn't be disappointed by her new husband on...
Pink Ice soppingwetpanties This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations ar...
While this is part 4 and makes a nice little story on its own, Chapters 1-3 add more to the characters, but are not an absolute necessity. ------------------------------------------------------ After dinner, Annie sat lazily yet anxiously on the bean bag chair in her pink satin shortie-pyjamas with the little Snoopies on them. She watched TV while waiting...
NOTE: All characters engaging in sexual relations are over the age of 18. This story was originally posted a few days ago. I pulled it to correct a number of egregious editing errors, for which I apologize. Please note, I have placed a story within a story, so the narrative shifts from third-person to first person for a while. However, I have placed heading...