F. Leonora Solomon
Bio
writer/ex-poet. more from me here https://medium.com/@fdotleonora and here https://fdotleonora.substack.com. https://twitter.com/fdotleonora
Stories (33/0)
Sexy Librarian
You can read the first story in this series and see what pleasures Gen granted herself before she had dinner. Gen licked her fingers after she ate dinner, she even scraped a bit of the sauce in the pan that she had already out in the sink to wash. She had scratched two itches already, she thought as she had had a quickie when she came home from work and had cooked as well. The fragrant scent of rose hibiscus dish detergent rose up and filled her kitchen. She walked out of the kitchen barefoot and sat behind her desk getting on her glossy MacBook. Her tech colleague recommended that she get a Mac — she had always been a PC person. It was that small thing that he suggested that changed how she approached technology. She liked the novelty of learning new things on the Mac.
By F. Leonora Solomonabout a year ago in Filthy
Swipe Right For Horror
My friend Neve told me that I should take my hits like everyone else and get online to look for my Prince Charming. Kiss all of the frogs that I needed to find him. I am not even the self-deprecating or defeating type, but it just figured that I would drag myself screaming and kicking to my phone to open up a dating app. Neve, who was very self-deprecating and defeatist, did not have any tolerance for my romantic notions that you could still meet the love of your life in person.
By F. Leonora Solomon2 years ago in Horror
Her Type
Jillian did not have a type, she liked who she liked. Loved who she loved. Her head was on Adam’s lap, and he held her close. In the mirror opposite them, she could barely see him. Adam’s face was obscured by his beard and his long hair. Both of which she loved. He looked like he did not belong to the now, he looked like a modern hippie. She looked foreign on his lap, her hair pulled up and her formal work clothes.
By F. Leonora Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
Deficit
Peggy could not put her legs up on the lounge chair in the lobby—there was no need to underscore her dirty panties. Well, the panties that she had had on since yesterday on the plane, and even though she had gained time abroad, she was not as fresh as she could be.
By F. Leonora Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
Cemetery Down The Street
I always lived near cemeteries–it was not a conscious choice, just always where I ended up. It was nice because there were always long blocks where they took up space in a residential area. I often went for long walks when I wanted to get out of my apartment. My cemetery–or the cemetery near my place was a historical one and people often visited it. There were tours through it to visit the graves of the famous people who were buried there.
By F. Leonora Solomon3 years ago in Fiction