Gwen and Domenique took their first sips of coffee that morning, corrupting the lingering taste of each other's pussies and the toothpaste they'd brushed with earlier. The lovers, deciding to avoid returning to the corner booth they sat in the first time they'd been in the diner together, took two stools at the far end of the counter. It was busy that Sunday...
A small digression from my other story threads, but this one landed in my head and wouldn't leave. I'm working on my other drafts, I promise! Here be the same flag that I raise for my other stories: build up is long with a focus on the plot and the romance itself. Not for those looking for a story about a quick roll in the hay. Comments/feedback always welco...
Summer Camp Sisterhood, Part 2 Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers (All characters are 18 or older at the time of any sexual activity.) I awoke to the sensation of warm, soft somethings stroking deliciously down my back. "Hi, baby," Amy whispered. She was busy caressing and massaging my naked back, her finger tips running up and down my skin, sensual delig...
Christina took a break from her housecleaning and relaxed on the sofa with a cup of hot coffee. She was about to turn on the television when the telephone rang. Christina picked it up and answered with a friendly, "Hello". The commanding voice on the other end of the line was Ms. Naomi Evans the school principal. Ms. Evans announced, "I realize that it's S...
"Holly Van Slyke." I say the name over in my mind, committing it to memory, as I watch her tight, young ass wiggle right in front of me. "Little Dutch girl," I think wickedly. "Swiss Miss. Just look at it." Her back to me as she wipes oil from her hands, I lick my chops, pretending I'm licking her all over. My name is Dana Campbell, and I'm at a resort spa...
'Wip' they called her—like the word 'whip,' but maybe short for whippet because of her speed—or like the crack of a whip and it's lash, for her intellect and wit—probably all of the above. She sat in her pew and surveyed as she did each Sunday. She took in the sermon and surveyed; and was surveyed. There were many eyes on her—all cloistered; hidden—wanting h...
"Shelley are you alright?" Michelle Marks stared out the seaplane window with a blissful smile on her face as she tapped her foot nervously, her chest heaving up and down like she was running a marathon. She'd been in dreamland throughout their 15 minutes in the air, and it took more than a few moments for Izzy's words to register. Her eyes didn't move fr...
Book Two - A Cup of Tea Prologue A hidden Image Ivy lay on the large leather sofa, it engulfed her petite body as she laid motionless in a dim lit room, with only a lamp in the corner. Ivy seemed to be partial unconscious. She could feel a thick, warm blanket covering her entire body, a blanket the she vaguely recalled Big T placing over her. She could ba...
I wrote this story in 1999. It was one of my first attempts at erotic literature. It is purely fictional, unlike my later stories. Sweet Caroline. I will never forget the girl as long as I live. My Caroline. Just the mention of her name brings back such vivid, sweet memories. Yes, she was cruel, harsh, wicked; as bad as she wanted to be. But for every hour...
Rachel lugged the last of her bags to her room on the fifth floor of one of the dormitories at the Gorham campus of the University of Southern Maine. The bedroom was fairly large, larger than Randy's dorm at Miskatonic. It had to be, to accommodate the two beds on opposing walls in the room. The thought of having to share a room for the next nine months, w...