Loving Lisa Bk. 01 Ch. 06: Everyday

I left Willy G's tavern with my old friend and first secret, Billy. I didn't mind leaving with him because he didn't go all "guy freaky" after we talked about what happened at his pool party two years ago and because, well, the story has me a little worked up and because there is more to tell and talk about. I also left with Billy because after I made said my good byes to my friends inside of the club, I found Brie sitting at my table and she eating my T-Bone steak that Willy G had made for me. And she was using a steak knife, so you know, it was time to go. And fine, you guys can update my contact info in your phones to say "almost as cute as Brie" and that would be fair. And look at that, my boy Billy drives a mini school bus. I mean, this thing is a Soccer Mom savior mobile. Room for the entire team. "So, what do we do now Billy? Sit here and talk or go somewhere?" "I know a hidden cove down by the river if you want." "I...

February Sucks What if she didn't... leave that night Sorry this is yet another follow on of "February Sucks" by George Anderson. I found the original story to be compelling, it felt like a punch in the guts, but I couldn't quite rationalise the behaviour of either Jim or Linda. I've seen other authors address this in some of the follows ups. This this version attempts to look at how they might have responded differently starting from Jim preventing his wife leaving with the 'villain of the peace' on the night in question. Hope you enjoy it. The first section is from George's original, some of the following text borrows from the original as well. A few minutes later, the band took a break. In the relative quiet, we could hear loud laughter from another table, and turned to look. "Hey, isn't that Marc LaValliere?" Phil was craning around me to see. "It is, it is!" Dee squealed excitedly. Marc LaValliere was the star tight end ...

Author's Note: MatchApp is a pretend idea created to frame this story, But if something like this actually exists, I want a cut in the profits : ). * A legal escort business in Nevada was boasting about their new app that aligned their clients with their perfect sexual match. For $1000 an hour - tip not included - your experience could be considerably enhanced with the $500 surcharge for customers who fill out a preference survey prior to your hook up on the premises by using their mobile application called "MatchApp". MatchApp is a play on the words match up. The program collects information through a complex image analysis from a survey where customers place values on models physical features they prefer to see and have in their sex partner. The company's website showcased examples of satisfied clients. "MatchApp found me the girl of my dreams." "I always wanted a woman with huge breasts, MatchApp hooked me up." I was so in. I am finally going ...

The Lost Colony - Chapter 1-8 summary Spoiler Alert! The purpose of this summary is two-fold. For readers new to the story, you may skim this summary rather than read the first eight chapters. As the author, I'd rather you read the entire story, but if you just want to catch up you may do so. In addition, readers who may have forgotten some details can skim the summary. I'm aware that my chapters are released infrequently. By the time I publish chapter nine, you may have forgotten what happened in chapter five. This summary is for you! * * * * * Major Spoiler Alert! * * * * * In case it isn't obvious, reading this summary will spoil many of the twists and surprises from the first eight chapters. Stop here if you think you might read the individual chapters. Cheers! * * * * * Chapter 1 Our hero, Alain Sparr, is an exo-biologist sent as part of a mission to K2-136-b, or as the crew refers to it, Kaybe. The planet was colonized four hundred years earlier, but contact was los...

It's a beautiful, warm English summer afternoon. We are strolling through the woods, just Donny and I. We have had a pub lunch and a couple of drinks and everything is slightly fuzzy and sparkly, but we aren't drunk. We're holding hands and just enjoying nature, I lead Donny off the main track and suggest we do a little exploring. "I'm sure there is a stream down here that would be pretty and not full of ramblers." I suggest. We meander further along the path and as soon as we get away from the more populated areas I see a look in Donny's eyes that I recognise with glee! Donny spies a big Oak tree and directs me around to the side furthest from the path. The second we are out of full sight he tenderly pushes me against the wide trunk of the tree, bends down and starts kissing me. He begins gently, then doesn't take long to show his intent. I join in, kissing him back and running my hands all over him, inside his shirt and shorts. He starts to undo th...

When I say his hands are rough, I don't mean calloused, not at all. They were once, it's true, but that was a lifetime ago, when his bones were green, and his whole body was hard worn with outdoor labor. No, I mean ruthless, rolling me on the bed, pulling and pressing, slowly working me over, my body surrendering, like a soft dough, stretching; his fingers smooth and kneading me. His eyes are lit, bright with desire and designs for my undoing. Everything is deliberate, his confidence growing, seeing me seduced. I'm coiling over, close to the corner, one of my long legs reaching down off the edge of the bed, the other kneeling low. I glance into the wardrobe mirror, seeing the full reflection of our bodies, his hands slipping between us, steering the tip of his cock to press against my sex. His eyes climb off me and search for mine in the mirror. His focus breaking into a loving smile, his hazel iris burning brightly with devious intentions. He's going to fuck me, and ...

I see you everyday dressed in the latest designer clothes and wearing the latest designer shoes. You walk past me and you never look at anything but what is right in front of you. Several times I have tried to get your attention but you never gave me a chance to even talk to you. One afternoon I am on my way home and I see you on the side of the road and your car has quit running. I start to drive on by but I can't leave a woman stranded on the side of the road. Pulling my car over on the side of the road behind you I get out and walk up to your car door. You look scared and only open your window enough to talk to me. Asking if you are alright you begin to tell me that your car made tome strange noise and quit. You tell me that you have roadside assistance on the way and I can leave. I explain to you that my father would be mad if I left a lady sitting on the side of the road. Hearing this makes you feel a little more at ease and you open your window a little farther. I explain ...