Katherine woke just after eight o'clock to a light tapping at her bedroom door, as had become a ritual it would be her brother offering a cup of coffee. Kathy fluffed up her pillows placed them against the bed head and called. "Enter Cockslut." Luke opened the door his head bowed carrying her coffee and walked to the side of the bed. "Good morning Mist...
Katie was deep in the bookshelves of the library, head buried in a book with her long auburn hair shading her heart shaped face and long, pale neck. She was dressed in red sneakers, white knee-high socks covering her slim calves. She wasn't very tall, but her waist was slim with a dark blue pleated skirt showing off her pale knees and round ass pushing the s...
This continues my stories in the "The Stacks" series. Hope you enjoy. I heard the alarm going off, but I didn't want to get up just yet. Reaching out I pushed the snooze button and silence returned. My hand found it's way back between my legs, back to my wet pussy and resumed tracing a line up and down my slit, to the base of my clitoris. I was reliving my...
When Christy reemerged from the bathroom before their walk home Jen had not expected her to be in all together different clothes, a short denim skirt with the waist band cut off so it would sit lower on her hips. It may have not been necessary as she had such a tiny waist and her hip rose in a tight V. The back waist band of her panties peaked out from time...
Deanna and Summer had both attended high school together, and their friendship had its "roller-coaster" aspect. They were a true contrast, these girls. Deanna had long, wavy brown hair and blue eyes. She had an elegance to her that Summer didn't quite possess. Summer was a classic blonde, who shared her eye color with Deanna, but little else in appearance. S...
I wrote this story before my first real-time adventure with another woman. I really embellished the writing to help whet my growing, but as yet unfulfilled appetite for girl-girl activities. So when it was written, it was pure fantasy, with lots of room for literary license. For instance, the story proclaims I am "built like a brick outhouse." In real life,...
This was originally part of Passion In Control but I thught it made a good short story in its own right. Hope you like it - do tell me if you do! ************************* 8 o'clock on the dot I arrived at Diane's studio. I was greeted at the door by the hairstylist who whizzed me straight into his room where he immediately put me at ease with his lively c...
Lisa struggled out of her gym shorts urgently. The early September heat was unbearable. She stepped into the locker room showers and turned the water to cold. She'd been running laps around the track since she'd dropped off the last of her boxes at her dorm room, and a nice cold shower was just what the doctor ordered. She soaped up her lean body and tried...
This is obviously a work of fantasy, not logic - be nice to each other. And read the first two parts if you like - it all follows on. Naomi stood in front of Christina, blue eyes downcast, her thick, chestnut hair shading her face from Christina's stern glare. They were in the study of Christina's home. "Say that again, please," Christina commanded, the 3...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers "Good morning, Christine," I said, leaning on one elbow, my body artistically draped in wrinkled sheet. She snuffled a little in her sleep, then one eye slowly opened. "Where am I - oh...yeah," she replied, a slow smile dawning on her teenaged face. "You seduced me." "Hardly," I said. "I guess we just wore each other out,...