Mood Ring Chpt.1 (revised) Author's note: I was re-reading my stories because I had been away from them for so long and I am trying to complete the series when I realized that I could make some minor changes to improve the flow and readability, so I am revising my submissions. Changes are minor to content, mostly new stylistic formatting with some deletion...
Here, dear reader, for your pleasure and enjoyment, is my entry for the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2014. My thanks, as ever, to my wonderful editor Winterreisser for his careful and thoughtful work in correcting, honing and perfecting the story. As this is a competition entry, please do take a moment to rate this story as it is your votes that determine...
Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old or older. Erin Delacorte was used to being like a ghost, sneaking in and out of people's lives without leaving so much as a footprint. Not that it mattered, because there was no 'real her' to leave behind. She is a member of the FBI's Counterintelligence team; more specifically a part of the elite Intelligence...
Intro I suppose it all started with Bee-Line novels back in the late 1970's and on into the '80's. Back then it was easy enough to stroll into any shop, corner store or bodega and find one or two of these erotic fiction novels hidden amongst the King's and Clancy's on one of those tall, spinning book racks made of thin wire. I was fascinated with these boo...
Chapter 1 Alba and I were considered best friends. We often went out together to our favorite club, The Honey Lounge, a strictly lesbian club as the name may indicate, at least to us lesbians. We weren't a couple, but we did share a small house; we were strictly platonic. That said, she suggested a pact that if one of us hooked up with another girl, we'd ei...
This story, as the title suggests, is a sequel to 'The Sun on My Skin Ch. 1', though, I have tried to ensure that can be read on its own, even if (not surprisingly) I think you'll understand Tina a little more if you read Part 1 first. To be fair to you, dear reader, I should warn that, though I didn't set out to do so, it has become a long story. I should...
Jennifer Sutherland stared out the kitchen window as she took another sip of her morning coffee. Mentally, she made a note to call the lawn service to trim the grass out by the back fence. The paper was calling for rain this afternoon but looking at the clear morning sky she thought they were wrong once again. "I guess she's not coming this morning." the 38...
Copyright 2015-2020 Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this work were 18 years of age or older, at the time of any sexual activity. Chapter 1 "Laura Jones and Ted Mitchell, here to see Rhonda Paxton," I said imperiously to the receptio...
by deliciousthoughts © There are several stories on this site that started off my interest in interracial lesbian domination. This is MY version of one of what I remember of one of them. KATHY "Kathy, we're ready for you now," the receptionist said. The brunette pushed up from her seat in the waiting room and headed through the white door across the cor...
"Wow." That was all that Jo could say in reaction to the story that Tess had just related to her as they chatted on the Skype connection. Jo was still overseas but now in Kuwait, awaiting her orders to return to the States, but safe, now. What Tess had told her was the 'true' story of John Brown's death, Miriam's husband, Hope's father. The public story wa...