Asian Adventure - My New Job 6 This is the next Chapter in the series of adventures relating to my work as a real estate agent for Al. The arrangement we have is great for us both, I work only two or three days a week, and Al pays me commissions on properties that we sell. He uses me for special jobs when he thinks a woman's touch is required. Remember, t...
Glory stroked languidly at the tight golden curls of her vulva as she watched July droplets of rain splash through the screen of her bedroom window. The room's stale heat and the morning's fresh rain joined as in a chemical reaction, causing a rebirth of odors that had died two nights before. Glory breathed in the conglomerate odor of spilled malt liquor, Ch...
"Arrgh," I screamed as I entered my bedroom in the hotel, I didn't need to be here, my company was going downhill fast, and I needed to be back home in Manchester to sort things out, that was while I still had a company to sort out. But here I was stuck in a hotel in Birmingham at the NEC, attending a conference and exhibition that at this moment in time I w...
It was tough getting up so early, but the bar had changed hands again and the new owner wanted to meet everyone this morning. Reets hadn't seen a 9AM in a month of Sundays, but she dragged herself up anyway. Caryn, her lover, said, "Come on, break that law of physics!" The not-nearly-awake Reets could only reply, "Huh?" "You know, physics -- "A body at res...
A few years ago, I was coming back from Europe on points, and my flight to New York was re-routed to Atlanta to a nasty storm front in the Northeast. As a result, I had an unplanned five-hour layover. I was a little perturbed, but surprisingly, Delta offered all the passengers rooms at the Atlanta Airport Marriott. There wasn't enough time to go tour the cit...
During Semela's week off, I keep myself entertained at the shop by playing the handheld poker machine and engaging in light conversation with customers. A half a hour before the shop was due to close, the phone rings. I quickly make my way to the back to answer it. For the first time, I wasn't scheduled to work with another. I was completely alone in the sho...
Anna stroked her long slim fingers over the heavy ivory slip, tracing the outlines of the lace and the thin lines of the shoestring straps as she folded her lover's silk. She pressed it to her face, inhaling the smell of the warm iron; the perfume redolent of that musky female scent Anna loved so well, always there, even through the soapy efficiency of the w...
Emm was right, there had been no rush, although it seemed hardly worthwhile pointing that out to her. Anyway, Sarah and I made up for it the following evening, when somehow supper was a non-event and a whole night's marathon love-making was on the menu, with spicy Pixie as the main course. I was so lucky to have found Sarah, and, fortunately, she seemed to b...
A low chime announced the arrival of the third course. I let it sit in the dumbwaiter for now and looked across the table at my companion and smiled warmly as she spoke. Her words had chilled me on the inside. I hope it didn't show in my smile. She had unknowingly revealed to me that she had been suffering from low-grade posttraumatic stress disorder or at...
Copyright 2015-2020 Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this work were 18 years of age or older, at the time of any sexual activity. Chapter 1 "Laura Jones and Ted Mitchell, here to see Rhonda Paxton," I said imperiously to the receptio...