Janet Kinsella was newly divorced and happily so. She had been married for 23 years, some happy, some not so, until she had found out that her husband had had a string of discreet but plentiful affairs. After confronting him, he announced that he found everything about Janet bland, nonsensical and boring. She had calmly packed his bags the following day whil...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers Good writers will often visit various locales to do research for a story, or novel. Lesbian erotica writers are no different. And so it was that I found myself in my '89 Mustang, nearing this small, but surprisingly well-known town on the banks of the Colorado River, named after some pointed rocks on the other side of the...
"Is this seat taken?" she asks. I glance up from the book I am reading ready to dismiss out of hand. But the smile on her face and the twinkle in her eye stops me. Luscious, the young lady is, but more than that, there was someone home behind those beautiful dark almond eyes. She doesn't give me time to answer; which is a good thing since my mouth has gone...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Also, if you are looking for a stroke story, this probably is not it. This is a fairly long one with a minimum amount of sex in it. *.* Terri Tric...
Margot knew she'd made a fool of herself. She'd blushed like a teenager, stuttering like an imbecile. It only took two gray eyes, set in a silent, smiling face to turn her into a helpless puppet. She, a thirty-seven-year old woman, an experienced, professional waitress had stood frozen in the mocking headlights of a flirty customer. It should have annoye...
Acknowledgment: "Slave to a White Girl" by herslave on another forum provided the inspiration for much of this story. Some situations will be familiar to fans of StaWG, but I hope it's unique enough for readers to enjoy both. Chapter 1: My First Visit The summer after high school I volunteered for park service doing trail cleanup. That's when I met Liza....
A collection of scenes celebrating the beauty of girl on girl love. Wrom: XFGGMEP ..."Here, have a glass of wine and I'll draw the bath." Yvette was enticed by this strange sexual prospect. She had never told Peter, but she had a bisexual experience with another girl in she was younger. Yvette was always very alluring and sought after by older boys. Peter...
I had watched the same scene unfold at least three dozen times in the past two years, probably more. It always started out the same way, with a wispy, out of focus, image floating from the east wall of my bedroom. It looked like nothing more than a cloud of thin gray mist. On the few occasions when the image would settle down in one place, it would come int...
Brenda sat watching the house from Hailey's car. The house that was still her home. Her home that she hadn't lived in for more than six months since the day that Jake's Aunt had arrived. They had parked discreetly but made sure that they had a good view of the house very early that morning which gave some explanation for the gently sleepy wheeze escaping rh...
Megan was about to begin her Freshman year at a State University in the Upper Midwest. She chose this campus for a lot of reasons. It was located on a big, beautiful lake. Megan loved to canoe and here she could canoe every afternoon, if she wished. The psychology department was said to be outstanding and Megan intended to be a psych major. For as long as sh...