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. June 1 "Dad, I just had a great idea!" Samantha Barker exclaimed, her long brown hair trailing her entrance, as perky as ever. "What's got yo...
Seeing her come in, her smile radiating through despite the rubbish day she had been having. The weather was obviously cold, her cheeks flushing as she begins to warm up, seeing me there, unexpected. Knowing her husband has allowed me in, silently cursing him for keeping it a secret from her. I walk over to her, she looks shyly at me, anticipating how I int...
I was home alone, watching TV, when there was a knock at the door. I walked to the door, and looked out the peephole. "Who is it?" I asked. "It's Tricia, Rick's secretary. I have some papers for him to sign; is he home?" I opened the door, and greeted her. "Hey girl! Rick's not home right now, but you can come in and wait for him if you'd like. Would you...
The following week, the Hawley's went up to London again for the weekend, taking Simone's younger brother and leaving Simone in Miss Pauline's care. Simone was pleased to be alone with her governess. Miss Pauline had shared such exciting things with her last time, and Simone could not wait for bedtime. Simone went to her room at 9.30 and undressed. She loo...
Jenna entered, nervousness and excitement fighting over her heavenly face, biting her lip as she saw Mya sitting on the bed. "Come sit next to me, beautiful. This is where you stay for the time being." She obeyed, keen to be told what to do, to learn. In the candlelight, she was otherworldly in her beauty, Mya taken aback at her luck. Jenna was fidgeting,...
I didn't really understand the meaning of the word until I met her. It was a casual encounter. Out with friends, having drinks on a Thursday evening. She was a friend of a friend and I was immediately drawn to her....unsure why, but curious, we began to talk. A few glasses of wine later, inhibitions started to relax, we began to speak candidly, I found mys...
It was the scent of perfume that first roused Kelly from her nap. She inhaled deeply as the scent began to awake her. Slowly she began to remember what happened and then where she was. She opened her eyes slowly and then looked up at Liz who still held her cradled in her arms. As Kelly lay there the full realization of what had transpired hit her. She was...
For a few weeks, things started to stabilize. I found some excuse to stay at Rebecca's apartment almost every night, and Jennifer found some excuse to come visit me after class every day or two. I kept trying to rationalize what was going on, telling myself that my time with Rebecca was only about sex... but a few days into this new pattern, things cooled of...
Chapter 2: More than Just Friends The limousine turned off the main road and moved between the old stone pillars that secured the open ornate iron gate. The car made its way though the heavily wooded grounds towards the large and impressive 200-plus year old stone manor house. It was all very imposing yet welcoming. The driver opened the car door and I be...
It is said that a scent can take you back. That smell is the sense most directly connected to memory. Donna would have told you in that moment, that moment of reconnecting with her own recent past in the back seat of a cab, a cab in New York City, a cab on the way to Lincoln Center where she and her Audrey would soon be listening to Beethoven, that it is not...