I was having my morning coffee when a knock on my back door startled me. Being new to the neighborhood, I approached the door suspiciously, wondering who it could be at six in the morning. I felt a sense of relief when I recognized the woman who lived next door. "Hello neighbor," she said cordially as I opened the door. "I was beginning to think you didn't...
Adrienne watched dejectedly as the teenage girls on the field jumped around—peppy enough to appease the parents, provocative enough to arouse the boys. She only came to these school events because her parents made her, convinced that she was a social butterfly hidden in the body of a caterpillar. Her father read the evening news, her mother was a publicist....
This is a story inspired by our friend and a fantasy that grew out of our friendship. Real life hugs to the real life Angela and love to my wife Jodie for supporting me in my writing madness. Oh - and love to all my lovely readers who have been asking me to write again. I've been kind of busy getting married and all. Anna xxxxxxx Monday I had just had...
I checked my phone again as I stood outside the establishment, hoping for a text notification that wasn't there 20 seconds ago. My heart was hammering in my chest and the skin on my neck and face burned with embarrassed heat. I felt like every passerby could read my thoughts and intentions, standing outside the adult toy store. I wasn't just popping in for s...
The Köntlicher Files Chapter 1: Edward and Molly Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers The Köntlicher (pronounced: kōn-li-shay) Institute is affiliated with a major Midwestern University, and dedicated to the study of heterosexual relationships disrupted by apparently aberrant behavior by the female partner. Most conclusions are derived from statistical data;...
This is intended to be another lesbian Romance. Not exactly sure where it's going from here though. I'm really working hard here to create a character that is reacting to a situation that she finds herself in. I really don't want her to come across as a total man-hating bitch, but not really sure that I succeeded. Please try to read it with the understanding...
Chapter Seven Skyler sat at the picnic table watching Kaia turn the vegetable kabobs and baked potatoes she had on the grill. The tall and sexy black girl's back was to her, her long white hair pulled back in a band, exposing her regal-looking neck. Kaia wore only a sports bra as a top, her broad yet feminine shoulders and the slim, defined musculature of h...
Saturday morning was not good. Saturday morning was very bad. Very, very bad. I woke late, but still way too early for my head. The light was streaming through the curtains I'd forgotten to pull. I was face down. My duvet was half on and half off and one leg was hanging over the side. My head was on the point of implosion and my stomach felt like a tumble d...
(Author's note: All of these stories are intended for a very specific audience—lesbians who've had problems with religious beliefs, and their overwhelming desire to love another woman. The mental and emotional stress they have been subjected to, while wholly unnecessary and erroneous, still takes its toll on those so afflicted. These stories were meant to r...
Cassie had a hard time sleeping that night. It felt as though she had something hard in the pit of her stomach. Maybe one of those spiky metal balls at the end of a mace. It was guilt, she supposed, but did guilt have to feel so physical? Maybe she was coming down with something. That would only be appropriate – a punishment for all the pleasures of the fles...