Divorce is never easy, even if both parties desire it. When it is the action of only one of the two, it becomes more difficult; particularly when the other person had no clue that it was coming, nor any understanding of the reason for it. For Samantha Simmons, it had been particularly brutal. Her husband had taken her out for dinner on their tenth anniversar...
Copyright 2014, 2020 Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 "You've had a pretty tough month," Beth Hightower said sympathetically to Sloane Gamble, as the brown-haired girl sat up in bed checking her phone. Sloane didn't look up at first at her...
First of all, I call myself a slut, not with shame, but with pride. Webster's defines slut as first, a slovenly girl, second as a promiscuous girl, then as a prostitute and a saucy girl, and finally a minx - which sounds to me like a small furry animal. I don't know where they get off with slovenly, I mean, I have very high standards of personal cleanliness,...
Hey everyone,I appreciate the positive feedback for my first story and I want you to know I already have part 2 started. However, I also have several other ideas for other ongoing series and want to get them out too. So, just bear with me. What follows is a story with dirty talk and lesbians using a lot of toys. If that's not for you, no problem, I understan...
For those of you who haven't read my mom's' story.... Is that mom's mothers' momes...? Anyway my two moms'.... God and I got an A in English. Anyway, my mother and her lover, who happens to be another woman's, story. It might be a good idea to read it to get some background about my family. To say we are unique, I would have to question. To say we are open...
Amy was nervous; she asked herself, "What am I doing here?" If it hadn't been for the two glasses of wine and that nasty joint after work with Sherry, the office secretary, she would have taken another way home and she wouldn't be in this uncomfortable position, questioning herself. It was pretty cold out as she stood in line outside trying to look nonchalan...
I awoke Tuesday morning, my body aching all over. The relentless unpacking of boxes and crates had predictably taken its toll. Every muscle was sore, and sleep ceased to be the great rejuvenator it once was. I needed a hot shower and coffee -- lots of coffee. Maybe two more days of unpacking and we could move through the house without feeling like mice searc...
"What on earth's the matter darling?" I asked my twenty-year-old daughter Sara who was crying when she phoned me. "Oh, mum it's terrible," she sobbed. "What is it tell me? I asked, of course fearing the worst. "Mum I am sorry." Thinking that she was probably pregnant I steeled myself to think that at forty-five I might become a grandparent, lovely but a...
Rhonda saw that Ocean, despite her nautical name, hadn't earned her sea legs yet. The college junior had an empty pill bottle of sea sickness medication to appeal to for proof of her will to make the trip. Still, she spent most of her journey doubled over the portside deck, a hurling, retching mess. According to Michelle, Rhonda's niece and Ocean's frien...
Author's Note This story picks up from "Holding Out for a Hero", "Irresistible Attraction", "Sexual Desire" and "Saving Julia's (So Sexy) Ass". As usual I've tried my best to make the story readable in its own right, to save readers who missed earlier episodes having to backtrack. Hopefully Heather's "catching up" early on in the tale will tell everyone all...