Hi, my name is Emblyn. Emmi for short. Quick description of me. I have longish dark drown hair. My big eyes have iris's almost as black as my pupils and are shadowed by my thick long eyelashes. I am one shade darker than paper white, and have freckles smattered across my nose and cheekbones. I am about 5'4'' and am physically fit. I have softly defined muscl...
Author’s Note: This story continues from Phylicia’s Arch Rival. Thanks everyone who posted to my last story. Because of the excellent feedback I received last time, I wanted to write another one. It had been the tea. Or that’s what I’d been telling myself on my way home. Ever since I left her house, I had been in some bizarre state of shock. Questions, too...
Dinner at Alpha Beta Delta that night was Chateaubriand with potatoes au gratin and a Caesar salad. Afterward they had coffee and cake served in the living room by Polly and Nikki, who continued to be on their best behavior, mindful of what Miss White had told them. "That was a wonderful meal," said Luz. "My compliments to the chef." "Yes, excellent work,"...
I wasn't sure about publishing this update concerning my life but so many of you seemed concerned about my absence I thought an update was well overdue. As we lay on the straw-filled pallet with the dappled summer-sun beating down through the vine canopy, Izzy and I were content to just lie here and take in our last few moments together before she had to go...
The bell rang for the front door and I jumped out of my kitchen chair. “See ya later Mom!” I called, heady for the door. “Wait!” she said, heading to meet me at the door. Oh shit, I thought. I opened the door and Ms. Langford was smiling at me. But before she could say anything, Mom was at my back, extending a hand. I made introductions and Mom thanked her...
Copyright 2017, 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 work were 18 years of age or older, at the time of any sexual activity. Chapter 1 I was feeling a little out of sorts, my time of the month leaving me uncomfortable and a lit...
[Redacted] University, sophomore year: Whenever I need some peace and quiet and I need to get some work done, I go to the library. Not to the study area, or the reading room, but up into the stacks. There are a couple of spots where there are desks in corners and in gaps in the shelves. They are always quiet and almost always deserted. I went up there to o...
The hardest part of a marathon is often around Miles 20 and 21. It's the terrible intersection where the body is exhausted and the mind knows that the finish line is still miles ahead. Lauren hit that low point around noon. She was in good condition, her small body lean and toned, but the day was simply too much. It was much hotter than expected, over 80 de...
For 50 year old Diane Lombardo, the drab apartment she had moved into after being kicked to the curb by her now ex-husband Rocky was a few steps down in terms of class, but being away from the abusive brute made up for the step down in quality. As for the aspect of being alone for the first time since Diane was a teenager, that problem was fixed when she was...
Welcome! All characters are over 18. Thank-you to my muse for inspiring this story... As always, favorite, comment, rate...feedback if you dare.. thank you for taking a moment out of your life to read what flows through and out of me. *********** It started with a story. It started with an email. It started with desire. I often got feedback on the var...