Authors Note: I took a little time off from writing. Sorry. Couldn't really bring myself to write happy things. But you don't want to hear about that! I'm not going to say I'm back, but I couldn't let this story hang like this. Most likely new stories will come out when I feel I have time to complete them. I hope you enjoy the next part of this story! I don'...
Christine Malone was conducting a meeting of her executive team in her corner office. As the President of Malone Financial, she led a prestigious financial services organization that had been founded seventy three years ago by her grandfather. After her father stepped aside two years ago, Christine took the reins of one of the largest privately-held financia...
Emilie Lagarde caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and liked what she saw. Dark-haired, slender, she was a classic example of Parisian chic- and devilishly sexy with it. Nineteen years old, she had just finished her first year at the Sorbonne, studying law more for the cachet of the degree than as a career prospect- for she knew she could rely on her...
************* This is a spin-off story of "Will You Be My Pirate?" While it is not necessary to read it first, it may make a few references in this story more understandable. This is also my first girl-on-girl story. ************* Kelly watched Marie walk off with Alex. "Damn, someone's getting something tonight." She glanced around the crowded room befor...
For those of you used to my other stuff, this is pretty much straight up porn. So no whining. This story came out of my second piece of work - “The Tease”. I want to thank Colleen Thomas for all her insights and advice for improving this story. And don’t forget to vote! Comments are appreciated, but voting is important. The door to the apartment opened. T...
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. September 17 "Hi, Mrs. Walker. My mom said that you wanted to interview me," dark-haired, leggy eighteen year old Samantha Barker said, as she...
I was lying out by the pool, trying to get a tan on my day off, as you came up behind me, you ran your fingers through my hair and sat down next to me with your glass of Mike's Hard Lemonade. I looked up from my book, to watch you. You spread out your towel over the reclining chair and started to put on your suntan lotion. As you rubbed the lotion on your ca...
When I left my house, I wasn't entirely sure why I took the job. But as I drove, praying the sputtering in the engine was just my imagination, I knew. I was broke. For what felt like the millionth time, I cursed my decision to leave Blackwell Modeling as an assistant photographer. What made me think I could handle the stresses and demands a freelance photog...
[This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities whether it be person, place or thing are entirely coincidental.] (C) Copyright 2009 M Saint NOTE: This story is a combination of two separate stories, to bring characters together. Can you guess which ones? * Winter came, and Dawn was now living with her boyfriend, Rich. They shared a one bedroom apartme...
On the bed of her humid bedroom, the cellular phone began ringing “Take Me Out To The Ball Game,” and Denise Stone knew instantly that a terrible argument was coming. She almost through the phone out the window. Denise didn’t need to be psychic to know what was going to happen. She didn’t need a fortune teller’s crystal ball to know exactly who the caller w...