Walking out of the bar into the cold air, I felt a little stupid. Had I really just walked out all because Dylan was talking to some girl? The fresh air cleared my thoughts and I was now definitely rethinking my abrupt departure. I could have spent a little more time trying to wrap my head around whatever this thing was with Dylan. The more I walked the mo...
Megan ran her fingers underneath her panties and across the folds of her labia as she lay in bed. They were warm and slick, lightly throbbing at her own touch. She woke up horny, as she did most mornings, and knew she didn't have much time to pleasure herself before she needed to get ready for work. While her right hand explored her genitals, her left worked...
Field Survey: Onion Creek Crossing, Montana 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 story are over 18 years of age. Chapter 1 Internet News Report, September 30, 2010 Turkey conducted war games with China, news...
I met Emily during my freshman Chem class. We had just happened to sit down next to each other at a table, and our professor told us that our seatmates would also be our lab partners. We quickly hit it off and begun to hang out outside of class as well. Neither of us were gigantic partiers, preferring to go to the movies rather than frat parties. We did drin...
It's difficult being a thirty-year-old lesbian in a conservative law firm, especially when you are simply a staff member and not a partner in the firm. Dark suits are expected, even on the female attorneys. This is not one of those progressive start-ups where individuality is encouraged. This firm has been around for more than one hundred years and the cultu...
"Well, here we are." My husband Michael holds open the glass door for me to enter the place. The Relaxation Station; a spa in a shopping center. I sigh inwardly; a tacky name, but as this visit is on him I can't complain too much... We approach the reception desk, surrounded by the scent of patchouli and the sound of nondescript New Age music and within a...
The little fan on the shelf behind the counter whirred weakly as we all loitered around in a lazy huddle, half listening to Kevin's team agenda speech. It whirred, left and right, slowly like a frail old man - I swear that fan was on its last legs - and did the exact opposite of its function of keeping the room cool. I think it might've actually been circula...
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It took everything she had to make herself leave Jade and drive back to New Orleans. She grew more and more angry with each passing mile, vowing to not only get Jade home, but also annihilate Lonna Tassin in the process. Pulling up in front of Jasmine's house, their house now, she slammed out of the car and shoved her way into the house. Hearing the front d...
Authors note: "Three Girls" (Pts 1 & 2) follows on from "An Evening Out" and will make more sense if that one is read first, but it will stand as a story in it's own right. Jackie had put up the board and begun the task of working her way through the pile of ironing. Normally she found it a chore of mind bending monotony, but today, for some reason, it answ...