Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers "Is there anything I can do, doctor?" Laurel Coulter asked. "Please...call me Jan," I said, smiling. "I try to have friends as well as patients in my practice." I touched her bare thigh casually, her skin warm and smooth under my fingers. Laurel did a nice job of getting herself back into shape after her pregnancy...except...
It's one of those mornings. You peel open your eyes and wonder what the fuck happened to you last night. You breathe deep and stretch and it hits you - that smell. Pussy, come and desperation. Mmmm your favorite smell. Your face is sticky and your mouth tastes sour and thick, but damned if it's not the best way to wake up. Suddenly you remember being knuckl...
One week and two days since last entry, diary. SUNDAY. My past week has been... tough. Mom has been coerced into staying in Chicago a bit longer. Okay, so some things she did back when she was a kid were much more surprising than I had known. That mug shot, where she beat up that girl, wasn't the only one she had. Just the first. Turns out that Mom ran...
"Hey." I looked up from my book to see my house mate, Tess, as she walked in the door. "Hi, yourself," I replied, closing the book, knowing she would want to talk. "A Christmas Carol?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes ma'am. Just like every year." I grinned, I love her inquisitive looks. "So you're really ready for Christmas aren't you?" she smiled...
Tatianna woke with a start; something was wrong. The candles in her family's quarters had burned low, but there should still be more light than that. There was a darkness at the foot of her bed, blocking the candlelight from reaching all the way into the alcove where she slept. The darkness moved slowly toward her. Summoning nerve, Tatianna called out, "Who...
Disclaimer: I would like to state that this piece of writing is a work of fiction, all characters within are of age and consent with the plot and bear no resemblance to anyone I know. The story is a work in progress and will feature a variety of different niches as both it and the characters within evolve. So if you happen on any content that you do not li...
Cold steel. It's the feel of restriction, of futile struggle. It's around my wrists and barring my access to freedom. It cuts the shafts of sunlight into pale ribbons that lie uselessly across the concrete floor. All this for a little public disturbance? Give me a break. They should be out there catching real criminals. Clang Clang Clangety Clang. Some co...
A few days after my "plugging" Lauren asked me if she could invite her long-time school-friend, Abigail to visit for the coming week. Abigail was a charming girl and Lauren's best friend t school. She had often spent the evening while they did their homework together, and occasionally slept over. She was somewhat shy, a quiet bookish girl who wore glasses an...
EMILY'S STORY - part 2 Hi, it's me, Emily Sterling again. When you left me in the last chapter, I was explaining about the 'close' relationship between me and my twin sister Kira, and why I feel so miserable. Melody, one of my basketball teammates had just finished cumming on my face, and now apparently Sharon, another teammate was going to take a turn....
It was a quite normal day at college. Lectures and tutorials filled the morning and afternoon. It was about 3ish when a pressing matter made me excuse myself from class. I always took my time when visiting the girls room. I believed that pressing too hard would dis figure my little orifice and that to me was the last thing I would ever want. I came from a...