Mai Takashi descended from the ramp of the plane and made her way towards baggage claim. Everyone turned to stare at her. At five foot ten she was tall for a woman of Japanese descent and that usually caught a few people’s eye, but it was the woman who kept their attention. She wore four-inch heels with the ease and grace of long practice. Her black silk sto...
This is the third installment of a story that started with "Show & Tell Dinner" and "Job Interview with a Twist". If you enjoyed those stories, you'll probably like this one, and vice versa. Enjoy. Katie drove slowly to Alice's apartment. She'd had the best night's sleep she'd had in months, and now five hours later she was still feeling warm and rested. Th...
As the two well-wrapped figures made their way quickly through the quiet streets on an increasingly stormy Sunday afternoon it was clear that the forecasters had been extremely accurate in predicting a dramatic change in the weather over a 24-hour period, as a band of heavy rain, with storm force winds, came hurtling in from the Atlantic Ocean. The temperatu...
This story is inspired by my stay in Stockholm a couple of months ago. I spent a lot of time just walking the streets where this story is based, absorbing the atmosphere and the first couple of pages were actually written at the hostel. It's a whimsical tale of two women who meet out at Ikea, one is Swedish and the other is an American ex-pat. I've used Swed...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. Also, this is the second part of "Alice's Restaurant," and sort of a third part for "Of C...
This is the fourth chapter in this series - severely belated, I know and I'm sorry - and mayn't make sense as a standalone piece. Feedback and suggestions welcome! ***** AIWtB4 Mia rolled in her sleep and stretched luxuriously, lost to the world in her post-coital exhaustion. Getting so thoroughly fucked can really take it out of you. But – on a lazy Satu...
Disclaimer: Everybody is 18 years or older; void where prohibited; some assembly required; not available in all states. Blah blah blah. Happy? Characters are borrowed from my "Hero's Life" series but I can only take partial credit for this story. It's based loosely (there's some substantial liberties taken here) on a fairly romantic girl-girl tale shared by...
(Author's note: those of you that may have read my previous stories know that I usually do love stories with the typical happily-ever-after ending. Be forewarned: this is NOT one of those stories! Enjoy, and let me know what you think...thanks for reading!) * My phone rang just as I was pouring my first cup of coffee. Aggravated at the interruption of my...
DISCLAIMER – This is a fictional story to be read and enjoyed. If you can't read, stop reading. If you can't enjoy, stop reading. If you don't like any of the story codes mentioned above, stop reading. If you can't stop, it's not my problem. Part 4 – Somebody's Gonna Get Shot The next morning I woke up in Renee's bed. I looked at her hair and felt a growin...
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 I couldn't stop thinking about Melissa Holloway. Her mother had hired me to teach her how to understand female sexual response, so that she wouldn't be disappointed by her new husband on...