1:15 PM Hotel Lobby Joanna just arrived from her lunch with Cherry. Joanna was in a good mood, having bought a new pair of gold loop earrings that she now proudly wears and several souvenir shirts. But now she's in the lobby, looking for someone who still wasn't there. A bit disappointed, she decided to look for some of her teammates so that she can show th...
Anne, I am ready for Mrs. Abbott now if you please." I really love my job for the most part. I am responsible for the selection committee for graduate studies at a large Mid-western public university. Admissions is highly competitive, but this was a first for me. We have the phenomenon of "helicopter parents." But that usually ends in the second year of c...
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 Myra "Charlie, you KNOW these roles are important to my career," the very attractive twenty three year old blonde whined. "I've got to study my lines!" Her boyfriend, a muscular but...
Foreword Good day, as my favourite Aussie uncle might say. It's me again, that pesky Charley . . . the one who keeps promising to tell all in a few thousand words but then drags everything out forever. Not that there's anything wrong in dragging out sex. Ask me, the longer sex is dragged out the better. Three hours without pause for breath sounds good, do...
Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old or older. Erin Delacorte was used to being like a ghost, sneaking in and out of people's lives without leaving so much as a footprint. Not that it mattered, because there was no 'real her' to leave behind. She is a member of the FBI's Counterintelligence team; more specifically a part of the elite Intelligence...
Foreword Hello, hello, hello, Davina here again . . . but please feel free to call me Dave. It seems ages since I last contributed. In fact I just checked and it is almost a year. A whole year and no contact at all. What am I like! Please, please excuse my atrocious bad manners. My last instalment covered a week in Lanzarote with Sinead, followed by a wee...
"No, honey... No." Refused Brenda, as her husband Mark shouted his pleas from the kitchen. "Babe, please. I know tonight's our date night. I know we had plans. But it's David... He needs a guy's night." The fit, half-handsome man's begging didn't come from a need to drink, or a desire to cheer at some playoff game, but instead, in his desire to support a f...
Following on from Fiona and Harriet's story I've decided to continue the domino theory and focus on Helena, the headmistress at Fiona's school. In the First Domino I mentioned that Helena was also questioning her sexuality but still married, so let's see where this one leads us. I've included English translations of Swedish words within the story. ***** I'...
Author's Note: This a collaboration between myself and wonderful Brittni4U. Please take the time to read the previous chapters. You can find separate versions of Ch. 01 on both Brittni4U's page as well as mine (Skye_sub). Ch. 02 can be found exclusively on Brittni4U's page. I want to dedicate this chapter to the beautiful and talented Britt, babe, you are...
Thank you to all my lovely readers for their wonderful comments on the story so far! If you enjoy this, please rate it and feel free to leave a comment or send me a message. I try to respond to everyone who isn't anonymous. Thursday Evening - The Writer's Dinner We picked up our handbags and headed down and then out onto the street. The sun was out and the...