Hello friends!! Welcome back to Smokey's corner, and to Saga #89. This is my first story with a non-English title. There are no French characters in it (if you'd like one of those, please read "How To Tickle A Girl Insane"); it's simply a borrowed phrase. Everyone knows what it conveys, but it actually literally translates to "Household to three." And the ch...
Field Survey: Onion Creek Crossing, Montana Copyright 2015, 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 over 18 years of age. Chapter 1 Internet News Report, September 30, 2010 Turkey conducted war games with China, news...
I deeply apologize for the wait. I started a new job and I honestly really suck at meeting deadlines... but this is the third part to my series, "Blurred Lines". I tried something a little different with this chapter and decided to tell the story from both of their perspectives so I hope you guys enjoy it. Major thanks to Dru_Druthers for editing this story....
**** Writer's note: This is my first attempt at writing a third person story. I hope y'all like it even if it's a bit different than my previous stories. I also agonized over what category to file this story under. At its heart it's a love story between two women even if it has a lot of BDSM sex and there are a couple of scenes that involve men and male spec...
[Authors Note: The term cunny is prevalent in the anonymous erotic fiction of Edwardian England. It is roughly analogous to the word pussy and is used in this manner. None of my research revealed a similar term that is congruent with the time period of this story, which is late 17th century. If any of my readers know of a less anachronistic term I would grea...
"Jesse, wait!" Kate cried, running out of Barley's Restaurant. "Wait, Jesse! Please!" "Forget it Kate", Jesse yelled angrily over her shoulder. "I have nothing to say to you." Kate caught up, grabbing Jesse's arm, tugging her to a stop. "Look, I'm sorry", she said. "I know what I did was wrong, but..." "I said forget it!" Jesse snapped. She whirled around...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. It may seem a little slow to get going, as I've attempted to explore the girl's feelings as she takes her first steps into Lesbian love, and is then taken into willing slavery. 'Can I help you, Sonny?' had said a gruff voice from behind the market stall. That did it. Just past my eighteenth birthday, and the combinat...
"So, Abigail how does it feel to be 19?" her mother asked. "No different than 18, Mom, and thanks for getting me those writing pads for school." "Well, a young lady must be prepared to enter her second year of college. You must plan for when you grow up and enter the world of business." "Mom... really? I told you a million times that I've grown already. I...
The following is my best memory of how I came to meet Mistress and commit myself to her service. The events themselves I distinctly remember as they were important episodes in my life and, as such, stamped upon my memory. However I admit to taking some license with conversation and minor details, as I do not remember them exactly, although the general gist i...
[Thanks to the comments and feedback on the first two chapters of "Thirst" as well as for suggestions and ideas. I am sorry for the undue delay in completing Chapter 3, but real life has a way of rudely sidetracking one from the business at hand (pun intended). However, the long hiatu has been useful to develop an expanded plot and extended storyline. As a r...