I met Karen and Leanne at one of my photo exhibit during my first year of college. I was showing some candid shots of people in odd circumstances. Their beauty took me aback, and like everyone else I thought they were identical twins. The only people that knew different, were the administration clerks or people trained in identification. I made no effort at...
Adapted from the Short Story, "Candid Camera" by Ann Douglas. Used by Permission of the Author Denise rode the elevator up to the ninth floor. Getting off and walking up the corridor to the security office, she swiped her card through the door-side reader. "Quit feeling sorry for yourself," she muttered, as the door opened. "You knew the deal." Which was...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers "No! That sounds like a terrible idea!" Amanda Blake could not believe her ears. If only she had the inner strength to really challenge her husband. "It's not such a bad idea, dear," her husband, Matt smoothly replied. "It will make our marriage stronger." Amanda was afraid to even give him the concession of looking at h...
How I Learned to be Proud of My Breasts Background: The Trainer I hate men, passionately. They're hairy, ugly, and all too often, dirty. I can't stand the feel of their stupid faces against my skin. They're either unshaven, therefore tickle, or poorly shaven, therefore scratch. Their bodies are hairy and ugly and misshapen, too. They have no soft places...
THE SECOND SESSION Karen has been referred to a therapist to deal with her marital problems but that has led to another problem. Valerie, her therapist is an attractive younger woman and although she tries to tell herself that the attraction is one sided she still finds herself drawn to Valerie. In her second session she opens up about the aftermath of her...
[My thanks once again to estragon for editing my prose. I appreciate all the feedback and love hearing from you. Please write. I love the suggestions, but may or may not incorporate them in the story. I have no control of where my Muse leads me. She is a wicked domme. :-) -Tricia] Session XI: Caught in a Web I woke up on Wednesday morning to the vibrati...
Smokey Saga #70: "Imperfect Strangers" ***** Here we go, big seven-oh! Here's another story in the vein of good ol' "Lost And Found," also with a little "Millicent's" thrown in here, a little "Special Deliveries" tossed in there. If you know my stuff, you know I don't get into the sex right away, and this is no exception. This will actually be one of my mo...
The sixteen quarters of Victoria's college years had passed quickly by. She soon held a Bachelor's Degree in Education and had no idea where she wanted to work. Ever supportive Lola, her wife of two years, decided that there was only one way to settle the debate. "A pin?" Victoria asked, her mousey-brown eyebrows knitting together in a sudden moment of conf...
Harper strode down the road, agitation making her unaware of the appreciative glances that followed her swaying hips as she passed. Truthfully, she wasn't aware of much else right now, other than her need. The Craving was upon her full force, the need for leather and sex, dominance and sweat, to take control and to ravish. In her black summer dress and sand...
(More exchanges between two writers of erotic literature. Though the opportunity to chat on line eluded us during this period.) * Clara wrote: Hi Sarah. I so hope you enjoyed lunch ... and maybe something more - I wish I'd thought to ask this before, too late now but just to say I suddenly got very turned on (again) by the thought that you might be sittin...