I sometimes think that the events overtook me somewhere along the line. What I mean is I got into a conversation with a beautiful neighbour about personal debt and low pay and what to do about it. Veronique, my neighbour, gave me a business card for an agent; this turned out to be her agent too. She reached over and touched my hair and said , 'Anita, you cou...
Characters: Rita, the author, twin sisters Latta and Geeta, plus Ronda and Shanty. Author Note: Sometimes we fail to learn from mistakes, or we should not receive benefits from others we use from time to time. Re-edited by and thanks to Jack Mayne with love (being a friend) and kiss, he is really a good and trustworthy man who cares about me even though I...
Moira Lyttle was a classic Irish lass. Her flame-red hair fell in wavy rings to her waist. Her body was lithe, her skin milky-white and free of blemishes beyond a light dusting of freckles at shoulders, on the tops of her flawless breasts, and across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were green and piercing. Any boy caught in her gaze would imm...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers Good writers will often visit various locales to do research for a story, or novel. Lesbian erotica writers are no different. And so it was that I found myself in my '89 Mustang, nearing this small, but surprisingly well-known town on the banks of the Colorado River, named after some pointed rocks on the other side of the...
Last week I had gone swimming to a lovely beach near Bombay. It was secluded and my best friend Katy said she would come with me too. I hadn't shaved my armpits since I was a teenager and in the past fifteen years it had grown to quite enormous proportions. The thick jet-black bushy hair in my unshaven armpits was a sight especially when I raised my arms ove...
"Oh, God! Oh, God, Tawnya! Wake up!" My head was aching enough without the added yelling. I moaned and tried to sit up. "No, honey! Don't move!" "Let me up. I'm okay." I sat up slowly, fighting the urge to vomit and scream at the same time and I didn't realize that Alisa was crying until I looked over at her. "Hey, I'm okay." "Don't touch me." She whispere...
(This is a work of fiction with all characters above the age of 18 ) Part 1. Singapore Sling. I had never been abroad before, never even on a flight before, period. My first time in the air was on a bank training to Singapore, with a couple of days in Bangkok on the return leg. I was excited, but anxious, a little wistful that he wouldn't be coming with me...
Months later... "I miss you girl." "I miss you too. I'll talk to you later okay." "Okay. Buh-bye." "Bye-bye." I hung up the telephone with a wistful smile. I missed Karen a lot, but I was happy for her. She accepted a new job in Georgia and moved away. Devon and I had a lot of fun with Karen. He missed her too. We had grown accustomed to our new, spont...
The following story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to an actual person, or event, is purely coincidental. Also, this is a follow-up to "Cajun Spice" and does refer back to events from that story, so I strongly suggest reading that story first, if you haven't already. The author retains all rights and privileges to the following story. * April sat in her...
"Our eyes met across a crowded room." So goes the old line from many films and countless cheap novels. In my case it wasn't true. The 'crowded room' part was correct, but I only saw the back of her head. A cascade of hair draped past her waist, and black. So black it seemed to absorb the light. I was hypnotised by it, my gaze fixed upon it. It drew me forwa...