The Real Story of Bo Peep She found more than just her sheep that day. * Author's Note If you are a regular reader, you know that I enjoy slice of life stories and the occasional twisted fairy tale. This is a combination of both, but this time I'm giving the treatment to a nursery rhyme. Ever wonder what happened between the time that Bo Peep lost her s...
A few years ago friend of mine from college, a girl named Annie, opened a bar, and I helped her out for a couple of months by doing a little cooking and waitressing on weekends. On Friday and Saturday nights I’d leave the our two daughters with my husband and work until about midnight. It was a fun place to work. There were these two gay busboys working th...
Many thanks to SimplySouthern for her help in editing this story. * * * * * "Married! You can't be fucking serious! Why the fuck would you want to get married to that asshole?" Tabitha screamed at her mother while pacing back and forth barefoot on the kitchen floor; her best friend and mother stood looking on with expressions of shock tattooed on their fac...
Brianna Miller rested her head against the glass window in the back of the van as she watched the rain pour down in torrents. 5pm on New Year's Eve and she was driving through some backwoods town looking for a crummy hotel in a horrible rainstorm. With her head throbbing and aching back, she bitterly reflected on how a day that held so much promise was now e...
When Jennifer closed the door, I felt as though the lights went out in the world. There was such an incredible emptiness in my heart that I was sure I'd die soon. I didn't care if the projects were finished, or if I even returned to school at all. It all seemed so pointless. I never turned a light on that day and only got up to use the rest room. Food didn...
Love had been one of the least permanent things in Kate's life. In her line of work, she traveled very light and nothing lasted long. Not even the pistols she used to snuff a contract were hers for more than a few days. To look at Kate when she was all dolled up, you would have never expected her to be so cold. When she waltzed though a room, heads would tu...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor, and no, I do not want an editor. Yes, there's too many people keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit and yes I suck....
This story is based in reality, with a fair amount of fantasy thrown in. Like my other stories. I am thinking of doing some sequels. I would love to have some feedback! ***** "We need to talk." That was all he wrote. Abigail received the email around 2:00 in the afternoon after she returned from her 1:00 seminar class. Dr. Abigail Saunders was a distinguis...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers Good writers will often visit various locales to do research for a story, or novel. Lesbian erotica writers are no different. And so it was that I found myself in my '89 Mustang, nearing this small, but surprisingly well-known town on the banks of the Colorado River, named after some pointed rocks on the other side of the...
[WARNING: This story contains elements of hate speech. If you are easily offended by such language, please stop here. I think thoughtful readers will understand that these words are used to draw characterizations, and not to encourage or espouse hateful ideology on the part of the author.] Pt. 3 - Ew by Holly Lori Annalee Previously on The Dream Girls: Th...