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...
Looking out the large windows of the palace's ballroom, Queen Eloise II looked over her city with the slightest crease in her brow. She could barely see the flags of these United Kingdoms fluttering in the smog and smoke choked winds. When her namesake united the squabbling nations of these islands, she doubted the woman would ever have foreseen the urban sp...
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 It's been a while since I've written a twisted fairy tale and I think it's past due. This one turned out to be fairly heavy on aspects of dominance and submission. But, as it should be, the power given by the submissive partner is never taken lightly and never abused. Of course, if you're not into this sort of thing, I've got plenty of sappy...
Note: Thanks Sasha and Carlie Collins for editing the work to make it presentable and acceptable to Literotica. ***** The change was very perceptible and even palpable. Fiona Morgan was travelling east, leaving the plains of the Indian heartland. She was a compulsive face turner wherever she happened to be, given her right proportions of curves. It was not...
The view of the hill hadn't changed in the three days since they'd come to Albany; Maura was long since past wondering why she bothered looking. She, along with Tammi and Asha had retreated to Albany because it gave the easiest access to where Bridget was. Just hop in the car and they'd be with her in three hours time. But Bridget hadn't called, there'd been...
I've lurked on this site for quite a few years and finally decided to submit a story. This is a romance between two women with some supernatural elements tied in but not drowning in it. It's a bit of a read, so those looking for a quickie, this is probably not it. Enormous thank you to LesbianChickLit for your help through the editing process of this and y...
(A flight of fancy and a gift to a friend with this latest little story. As always a special thanks to my friend patricia51 for her confidence and support. Thank you to our editor Marian, and a new critic who shall remain nameless but appreciated. I hope the "Irina" and "Tana" in life enjoy this and each other for a long, long time.) * Elvy rolled over in...
Chapter 07: The Women Celebrate Holi Holi, the Indian festival of colors and water was being played all over the city, and with equal gusto in Thakur Hari Singh's haveli. As festivals go Holi is the most liberating one in a society which traditionally demands restraint; at least outwardly, there is a demand to remain modest; for women not to indulge themsel...
Lauren's eyes flared open. The room was still filled with a murky darkness, and unfamiliar shapes stood out as deeper shadows on the velvety backdrop. A brief moment of panic assailed her before she remembered that she was in a hotel room and not her own. The luminous face of the alarm clock read 4:45 and provided the only real source of light in the room. O...