Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers (Author's note - I decided not to change any of the time periods or political references in this story written 8 years ago, because it's about love, not war.) Afghanistan 2004 Emily Anderson preceded Kit Taylor by a half hour entering the small house, located in a small village outside Kabul, lent to them by a sympathetic...
Lightening lit up the dark and dreary night, thunder boomed and it poured rain. Nina could barley see the road, the windshield wipers squeaked back and forth rapidly and the windows were all steamed up. Suddenly, a deer dashed in front of the car! Nina turned the steering wheel sharply to avoid striking the animal and the car swerved off the road and into a...
Rosalind: London, early December 1919. I awoke feeling absolutely marvelous, and lay there for a moment trying to recall the last time I had felt happy through and though. Years, certainly -- before the war. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the smooth softness of the sheets, the comfortable weight of the quilts on top of me, the pale morning light fighting to pen...
A story of good, clean fun between two women I smiled as I drove up the long driveway from the coastal road and looked beyond the log cabin, situated on the bluff, to the Atlantic Ocean and the string of rock islands that formed a natural breakwater. I had made a good choice. This would be an idyllic setting during the summer months in which to begin writin...
Folks are moving to farm country to build their McMansions. The demolition crews came with heavy trucks, creating big muddy ruts in the road. In the next weeks, construction teams banged their hammers for months, erecting houses. Here come the city people, playing loud music, littering beer cans and getting stuck in the ditch. The latest rumor was that next...
It was a very hot day and she was just out for a drive. She was finally divorced from Michael and was wondering how she should celebrate. She had no particular place she wanted to go and just decided to drive as far as she could go. She wanted to get away from it all, the noise, the job, the traffic and the city. Her marriage to Michael was over. She wanted...
Part I "I'll be home by the end of the week," said my father. "Violet will watch over you." "I'll be alright dad," I pecked him lightly on the cheek. "Have a good trip." "Take care Lori," he drove off. Violet was the hired hand that helped my father run the farm. We'd been friends for quite some time and she became overly protective for my well being. So...
My good friend, Rod suggested that I should sit down and write my life stories. He says that they are very erotic and that others would enjoy reading them. I love to read other peoples erotic stories so I readily agreed to write them. First a little about myself and my early life. My name is Jane and I was born in a little country town in Queensland, Aust...
DeeGee lived a lonely life in the flat, prairie mid-West on a farm with her aunty Em and Uncle Henry since her parents had died in a car crash. Aunty Em was like a mother to her, and her one, faithful companion was her little dog Tatoo. The only other people on the farm were three bumbling farmhands. On her uneventful eighteenth birthday DeeGee felt lonely...
Author's Note. This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or but...