Thank you for the flattering comments, they have encouraged me to continue publishing my story. I know where this ends but I don't know how long it will take me to get there. Thanks for your patience. EC ***** I spent the night in a restless semi slumber, dreaming but almost conscious, waking intermittently. Nevertheless I felt pretty refreshed in the mor...
"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...
This story is set in Scotland and has taken me a while to write because I had other writing tasks to complete. I hope you like it and I may consider a spin off story later on with other characters. Ulrika stared at her reflection in the mirror as she puckered her lips. At the age of twenty five she was starting to look more and more like her mother. Granted...
Emily's parents were of Jamaican origin, Christian upbringing, and Victorian morality. She was, they informed her, going to act like any God-fearing black girl should with regard to sex, and keep herself intact for her eventual God-fearing black husband. Little wonder then that at age 20 years she was still technically a virgin, although an experimental chur...
Chapter 2: Toe Fucking at Lunch (This story continues directly after the events of Letting Go I) .................... She had to run to catch her bus. Her skirt was short and she was wearing no knickers, her knees were weak after the morning love games, her loins tenderized from the breakfast spanking, and, to make her vulnerability even worse, her heels...
Sharon Byrnes hummed an old 60's tune as she walked the streets of Greenwich Village. Never mind that the song had been recorded two years before she'd been born, it always made the 27 year old feel good. And today was definitely a day for feeling good. She had been hired by a large local clothing manufacturer to set up a new computerized inventory system....
Stephanie shivered as she walked past the fridge's lining the supermarket aisle. Goosebumps rose on her naked arms. She felt uncomfortable; the charcoal dress restricted her shoulders. She hated changing back into her work cloths after exercising. The cold air attacked her aching feet trapped within her court shoes. It made her nylon stockings cold and abras...
The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more intense. Chase glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final word of instruction to the young man...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers Afghanistan, 2004 "I don't think my story's going to be near as wonderful as yours," Kit said. "But it for damn sure let me know that I liked fucking girls - or at least being fucked by a girl." "I was going with a guy who was one of those high school jock types. I was straight down the line straight. Dreaming about getti...
I watched as the lonely Beamer quietly rolled off to town. Damn! I had this night planned down to a T: 1. Hire Cheryl my faithful sitter for the night. 2. Go to a nice dinner. 3. Make a meal out of the apt but clueless Michael Lipton. Goddamn it I'm horny tonight. Why in the hell did he have to work this night! It's late for Christ's sake. I'm an attract...