Stacy and Jen had been best friends all throughout high school. They had discovered that they were both extremely sexual girls, and they were seemingly horny all the time. They used to sleep over each other's houses all the time, and often they would masturbate together while discussing certain boys at school or their favorite male actors. It was all quite i...
Copyright 2015, 2020 Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 I couldn't stop thinking about Melissa Holloway. Her mother had hired me to teach her how to understand female sexual response, so that she wouldn't be disappointed by her new husband on...
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 "What the hell?" expostulated the burly cop. "Step out of the car, you two." Shit. I had broken one of my cardinal rules, and now I was caught. "Oh shit...oh shit," Maria Lansifer murmured in my ear, her thick, glossy b...
The Köntlicher Files, Chapter 2: Paul and Susan Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers (All characters were at least 18 years old at the time of sexual activity) 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...
OK, I'll admit it, I'm 24, damn near a virgin, no prospects, not one, so I go online and try to imagine my way into some guy's bed. But it ain't happening for me, mainly because I haven't the creativity to imagine myself in some stud's arms: I'm a little over-weight, girl-next-door attractive and unbelievably bossy. And I'm a pissed off: I'm tired of page af...
This story is partly fictional, although the woman by the name of Lynne is real but I have not used her real name and she does indeed run a matchmaking service for lonely, horny lesbians. Although she calls it matchmaking, it is actually prostitution. * Well with Eden, my partner, gone for two months and Sandy, my occasional playmate, not sure that she is...
Maria wept as she thanked god when she found that she had been selected to go to America to work for the O'Neals. She had almost given up hope of escaping her country and the evil police that preyed on women there. Maria promised herself that she would never go back to that terrible place and she would do anything to keep her promise. She knew that although...
I had never really understood the appeal of bird watching, but my husband loved it. We'd been married for a little over three years when he finally got me to come out on a day trip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the morning and drove out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the park, where there were some bl...
I went to St. Antony's school for the Deaf and Mute. Not because I was either of the two, but because it was a dormitory school in the middle of nowhere, and my father happened to work there. That was kind of how my life went, you see; I was the kind who was found stepping in dog poop, tripping over nothing, and being put in the worst school possible for a p...
Chelsie entered the locker room after a long and sweaty cheerleader practice. Mallina was in a corner pulling her blue skirt off. Chelsie glimpsed her white cotton panties clung perfectly to her luscious round ass. Few girls had bums like that but she was one of them. Yet, Chelsie knew Mallina wouldn't be up for a little fun in the way she hoped. Chelsie mo...