God, I hate my sister. I mean, she isn't really my sister. Technically she is my step sister. But when my mom married her dad I was like seven and she was nine, almost ten. She made sure I knew that right away. Anyway, we have never gotten along very well. The first time we met she stole my Matchbox car. Seriously. It was a Batmobile replica Matchbox. It loo...
This is a continuation of the story about my girlfriend, Kara, and her roommate, Joyce. Back in the era of "Peace and Love" (actually, contrary to all the talk, at the time there was precious little of either), we were all in college. If you haven't read the first part, I'd suggest you go back and read it to understand the characters and the situation a litt...
The locker room was always the most uncomfortable part of the gym. The smell of sweat and soap was normally dizzying, coupled with judgmental, jealous looks. The awkwardness of changing out of a one piece swimsuit with other women sneaking glances, and the occasional, sardonic "wow" from rubberneckers. Melinda, indeed, had a lot of "wow factor." In her earl...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers (All characters in this story are 18 years or older at the time of sexual activity) "Mary Ann, how did you get started at um, The Organization?" Kayce asked her, as she took the sliced turkey out of the deli container. "And do you want one or two sandwiches?" Mary Ann giggled. "You sounded like you were going to call it '...
Long ago... The factory used to produce automobiles in great numbers, but when the war started that industry, along with almost everything else changed. Now the manufacturing facility made airplane parts and along with the product most of the employees changed. Gone were the able bodied men that used to work the assembly lines, and the few older men that re...
Dear readers, I thought I would try my hand at something a little different to my normal style. This is a very slow burn romance story set in a post apocalypse world where law and order have ceased to exist. There is no actual sex in this chapter, that will come later. * Part one: Blondie Outwardly she looked like any other scavenger. Dishevelled clothin...
I can hear voices talking in the distance, words like program uploaded, sensors show green. Then the world is tilting and I'm upright, footsteps coming closer. I open my eyes to see a man standing there taller than I am. I look up to see his face he has grey hair and wrinkles on his face. "Are you fully functional?" Words scroll across in my vision, techn...
Kassandra sat upon her front porch looking out into the woods, beyond those she could see the tops of the mountains. Dressed in her baggy Grey sweatpants and her Jeff Gordon racing t-shirt she rocked in the handmade cedar rocking chair. She watched the fog begin to lift from the ground, watching it head toward the peaks of the mountains as the sun started to...
It was Friday, the day Penny was to go into city centre Sydney to get her dress altered so it would fit perfectly for the gala "Ladies Network" party scheduled for Saturday evening at the elegant, five-star Galileo Observatory Hotel and Restaurant located on Kent Street. The Galileo is recognized for its fine, traditional French cuisine with the delights of...
I had a slight cold and a blocked nose. Not my idea of a romantic first time with a girl, but what can you do? I was insistent on never following female stereotypes anyway — about how we all have at least one lesbian encounter in our early twenties, or even high school years. I was adamant that I knew who I was, and I'd never slobber all over another girl. I...