Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers "Good morning, Christine," I said, leaning on one elbow, my body artistically draped in wrinkled sheet. She snuffled a little in her sleep, then one eye slowly opened. "Where am I - oh...yeah," she replied, a slow smile dawning on her teenaged face. "You seduced me." "Hardly," I said. "I guess we just wore each other out,...
Phyllis stood outside the door to The Outlook. Brandon was late again. If the rest of the night proved typical, he would arrive in about an hour, and in still another hour feign sleepiness in order to go out later with someone who had caught his eye. She wondered why she put up with it. She would have sneered at a woman in her position six months ago. But h...
Marta had never explored this part of the country before. She had heard her friends mention it as a holiday destination, but she wasn't intrigued to explore it. As she drove along, the roads got emptier and the inhabited places were sparse. With ten miles to go, Marta was convinced that her satnav was leading her to the middle of nowhere; she expected to fin...
CAUTION: If you are a religious Christian, please refrain from reading this story. Potentially offensive content ahead. II. There we were, the heavenly Virgin standing before me, looking down at me, humble and on my knees before her, kissing the front of her soft legs, holding up her robes. My heart was pounding with nervousness from the wrongness of it al...
How are you folks doing today? I want to tell you the story of how I met my wife. I was only a University freshman when I met her. She was simply the most amazing chick on campus. Vanessa Saint Richard. Daughter of Boston-based Haitian-American Lawyer James Saint Richard and Brazilian-born Canadian Real Estate Legend Maria Ramos. A five-foot-nine, lean and a...
A couple of years ago, I was invited to participate in a Q&A panel at a three-day conference in Portland on access to clinical care. One of my employers offered to pay my travel and food costs. Better yet, thanks to a tip from a friend, I got the chance to housesit in a beautiful restored heritage loft in the Pearl District, whose owner was away for an entir...
Your name is Allison, and you're from Orange County, California. Yes, that Orange County. A few weeks ago, your parents went away on a vacation in Florida, so you had the house to yourself for a whole week. You never expected them to trust you there alone, but they did, and you were thrilled. You called up your friends and invited them to a party, despite yo...
Hello, there. My name is Charlene O'Brien. A five-foot-ten, lean and wiry young Irishwoman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I'm twenty years old and currently reside in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a Probation Officer with the Brockton Municipal Court system. I'm openly gay, and live alone in an apartment in Brockton's South Side. This s...
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Ch. 1 I was on tour in Egypt, or more honestly on assignment in Egypt. I am a photojournalist for a small women's magazine in New York. They send me off at times to take pictures around the world, of women, culture, whatever would seem interesting to the readers back home. This trip was actually an addition to a vacation that I was taking to the Nile so I h...