Alice rapped sharply on the door, privately wishing she was anywhere but here. In general, working in Human Resources wasn't that bad of a job; she liked to think of herself as being good at solving problems in ways that made both Future Technologies and its employees happy. But sometimes you couldn't have it both ways. Times like those were filled with ugly...
I know it's been a while since I published but we had a hectic lockdown and summer. This is a departure for me. I was inspired by a comment from Maonaigh about creating a story featuring Angel and her Sorceress. I was then further inspired by Angel herself and, of course, my wonderful wife Jodie. Very special thanks go to "my little Indian friend," eyehawk,...
It had been about a week since the party. I hadn't seen Sam much in that time. I didn't know if he was embarrassed, ashamed, afraid, or what. He hadn't been making any new movies and he hadn't hung out with Kate or Tom as far as I knew. I was really starting to become concerned about him. There was another reason why I thought he might have been avoiding e...
"Art is not a mirror. It is a hammer." --phrase scrawled on a whiteboard in the Media Lab at MIT (home of the first computer hackers), attributed to Bertolt Brecht Domenique, a pleasant ache still present in her jaw since the sex they'd had the night before, passed unnoticed into the doorway of Gwen's bedroom. The stillness and sheer beauty of the scene ra...
Group Therapy "When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." - Jess C. Scott, The Intern Gwen verged on waking, the fingers of her right hand curled against her nose; still breathing in the musk of Domenique's savory pussy. The aroma had carried her through one sweet dream after another;...
It was mid-afternoon the next day, we had been out of bed for about an hour, she had on her usual attire, jeans and bulky shirt, only this time I knew what she had on underneath. I was in the chair in the living room with a magazine but I wasn't reading it, I was watching her, really, I was sort of seeing her for the first time. She was at the stove when I...
Summary: Submissives are taught to say thank you with their tongues. Note 1: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the original idea for what turned out to be a very lengthy, complex story in the vein, I hope, of my 'Catching Mommy' series except without the incest (mostly). Note 2: Thanks to H.S., Robert, Sophia, Text Beethoven, and Wayne for editing. This is...
My affair with Sandy continued regularly for the next several weeks. I went to her apartment Tuesday afternoons, and she came to my house on Thursdays or Fridays. Each session seemed a little better than the last, with both of us learning more and more about how to excite and to satisfy the other. I also got a good fucking by my husband two or three times a...
Copyright 2012, 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 story are aged 18 or older. September 18 "Wake up sleepyhead," the woman's voice said, to the teen girl snuggled under a blanket. "Wha-?" said Samantha, waking up to find...
AWO14. – Introducing Lana Anne was in the fashionable reception at Excelsivor at seven sharp. On Ms. Sommers' request she had dressed much more conservatively than at their first meeting. She had selected her most formal secretary suit, one especially chosen for her by her goddess Jean the day she started her part- time job. She sported a dark grey knee- le...