Disclaimer: this story does not only contain F/F sex but M/F/F as well. It was raining, as for any good story starting, and the iron disk weighing on my back made me feel pins and needles in my arms as I pushed just another push-up, just another, just another ... the noise of the rain pouring on the old glass roof made it sound like a battle. I moved my...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers (Author's note - I decided not to change any of the time periods or political references in this story written 8 years ago, because it's about love, not war.) Afghanistan 2004 Emily Anderson preceded Kit Taylor by a half hour entering the small house, located in a small village outside Kabul, lent to them by a sympathetic...
The great stretch of weather continued, so my wife, Deb and I continued to sit on our porch and observe people walking by, and occasionally read a page, or two in our current books. I think I might not have told you readers much about us, except we are one of the older couples written about on this site. At 73, I try to keep myself in fairly good condition...
Looking out the large windows of the palace's ballroom, Queen Eloise II looked over her city with the slightest crease in her brow. She could barely see the flags of these United Kingdoms fluttering in the smog and smoke choked winds. When her namesake united the squabbling nations of these islands, she doubted the woman would ever have foreseen the urban sp...
"Amal, why couldn't you find a nice Somali gal, or even a white chick? Why did you have to bring home this Beth, this frigging Ethiopian hussy?" Abdullah Shire said, looking sternly at his only daughter Amal Shire. The two of them were at the dinner table. Normally, father and daughter talked about school, life, work, and all that jazz, but today's topic of...
The Secret Journal of Mrs Daphne Jackman 3rd May 1935: Thank God! After an interminable journey -- I feel as though I've been at sea for ever -- we have at last reached Singapore. In just two days time I will finally see my new home in Malaya. My brother Roger was there in dress uniform to meet me and Jack off the boat, which was a relief. 10th May 1935: G...
I gazed outside the window as the rain slammed the window ledge. The water trickled down the glass like tear drops. I placed my palm on the window feeling the coldness spread through my body. Today was going to be utterly horrible. My name is Nevaeh Longley or Nevvy for short. I have long black hair down to my breasts and brown eyes. I recently turned 18 and...
I knocked on the door. Someone wearing all back and a black mask answered the door. I just happened to be all in black for a meeting I had earlier in the day. She reached out her hand and took mine to lead me into an almost black room with a very faint candle. I was led to a large oversized black chair. My guide walked away. My eyes were adjusting to the da...
This is one of those stories that started with snatches of a love scene and then I had to work backwards to find out how these two women got to know each other. I'm not sure how many parts this story will have but there will a part two at least. ***** They say that love is like a butterfly, the more you chase it the more it eludes you, but if you sit still...
Again, apologies for any errors in ROTC or military procedures. ***** Her phone's ring pulled Amy out of a remarkably deep sleep for an afternoon nap and she awoke confused and disoriented. Her hotel room was dark and it took her a second to locate her cell on the table across the room. "Hello," she said, trying, and failing, not to sound as if she'd just...