Internet Dreamers

By K'Anne Meinel

Leah is blonde, Anglo, and until recently was unable to fulfill the fantasies she’d been having for months about her internet friend.  A sudden windfall allows her to seek out her friend, her potential lover, and fulfill those wants, desires, and fantasies.

Carmen, a Latina, has never had feelings like this for an Anglo.  And her friends cannot understand her being faithful to a woman she has never met.

When Leah and Carmen meet for the first time, it is explosive!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shadoe Publishing
• Release date: Feb 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386564102

K'Anne Meinel

K’Anne Meinel è una narratrice prolifica, autrice di best seller e vincitrice di premi. Al suo attivo ha più di un centinaio di libri pubblicati che spaziano dai racconti ai romanzi brevi e di lungo respiro. La scrittrice statunitense K’Anne è nata a Milwaukee in Wisonsin ed è cresciuta nei pressi di Oconomowoc. Diplomatasi in anticipo, ha frequentato un'università privata di Milwaukee e poi si è trasferita in California. Molti dei racconti di K’Anne sono stati elogiati per la loro autenticità, le ambientazioni dettagliate in modo esemplare e per le trame avvincenti. È stata paragonata a Danielle Steel e continua a scrivere storie affascinanti in svariati generi letterari. Per saperne di più visita il sito: www.kannemeinel.com. Continua a seguirla… non si sa mai cosa K’Anne potrebbe inventarsi!

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Table of Contents

INTERNET DREAMERS

INTERNET DREAMERS

~THE END~

RECOMBINANT LOVE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

TO BE CONTINUED...

INTERNET DREAMERS

A Short Story by K’Anne Meinel

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Dedicated to anyone who

thinks I’m writing about them.

I am.

K’A. M.

INTERNET DREAMERS

Leah parked her Volvo, grateful to find an open spot at the busy beach.  She spotted her quarry at the far corner of the lot and her heart beat a million times a minute.  Taking deep calming breaths, she glanced down at her shaking hands. She checked her makeup one last time before putting her Ralph Lauren sunglasses back on her nose.  Looking at herself in the mirror she realized she needed a brush through her hair and grabbed her purse.  Her long blonde and brown streaked hair went easily through the brush despite having been blown from the wind, but the conditioner she used assured the smooth look she got from the brush.  Rolling up the windows and pressing the button for the convertible top she closed and locked the car.  Looking both ways before she crossed the road that circled this portion of the parking lot, she made her way towards the corner.  She stopped a short distance away from her quarry to observe first, looking out at the beach and the people on it in case her reason happened to glance her way.  The woman she had come to find was fairly busy though and had no time for another person on the beach.

Leah watched as families played on the beach, ate picnics, flew kites, or ran out into the waves.  She knew from the forecast that this was going to be a gorgeous day and she had dressed for it, or perhaps overdressed.  Her Diaz sandals gave her an extra couple of inches and made her legs look longer with the wedge that had her feet at an angle, the straps wrapped around her ankles making them look slim and trim.  An unnamed designer had made her dress but that didn’t mean it wasn’t striking and she got a few looks. After all, people came to the beach to swim, not dressed as a fashion plate.  The white dress hugged her curves lusciously, the big black buttons all up the front making her waist seem smaller, and her bust larger.  Her black clutch purse matched the black buttons and she tucked it firmly under her arm.  There were a lot of pretty girls matched by good-looking guys on the beach.  There was an equal amount of both men and women who apparently weren’t shy about their looks and no one had told them they shouldn’t be out in public with their guts hanging over, their bulges grotesquely displayed with the tight nylon of their swim suits.  She shrugged, it wasn’t her place to judge. She had been blessed and took it as a matter of course.

She glanced at her quarry, waiting for a lull in the almost constant stream of people who came up to buy a hot dog, grab a coke, or ask for information.  She smiled as she watched the woman effortlessly juggle three people at once and get her cash at the same time.  It was exactly as Carmen had described it: no frills, an honest living, and nothing fancy.  Carmen finally had a moment to sit down on the director’s chair she had by her stand with an umbrella for shade if she wanted it.  Most of the time she must spend in the sun as her bronzed body attested.

At that moment Carmen must have felt Leah’s eyes on her and turned around as Leah looked once again at the ocean.  All Carmen saw was a slender woman, attractive, but way overdressed for the beach.  She herself was in a tank top and shorts with flip flops.  It wasn’t fancy but then selling hotdogs at the beach wasn’t a fancy job. She loved it though and wouldn’t trade it for the world.  It was her own business and it gave her a chance to be at the beach almost every day of the week.  She met a lot of people, good and bad, men and women.  She had been propositioned in every shape, manner, and form and enjoyed flirting with her customers outrageously.  It was all in harmless fun and she knew how to handle the more persistent admirers.  Those who really knew her knew she was taken, hung up on someone she had never even met.  While her friends thought it odd, they admired her loyalty.  Someday they would meet, she was certain of that.

Leah had met Carmen in an on-line chatroom and, while she didn’t normally do that, she had found she had a lot in common with the woman before she even saw a decent picture of her.  So began an on-line romance that neither had expected or been prepared for, but hoped desperately for despite the odds.  The miles between them had melted as they emailed, chatted, texted, and later, phoned.  They had shared more with each other in this type of courting than they would have face to face.  It was uncanny how attracted each was to the other.  Carmen, a Latina beauty, and Leah, Anglo to the tips of her toes, were a case of opposites attract.  They had gotten intimate over the months and while neither could afford to visit the other, they both remained loyal to the other.  It led to a lot of frustrating times for both of them.  Neither liked to masturbate but as the alternative wasn’t available, neither had a choice.  Leah joked that they should invest in Duracell, Eveready, and generic battery companies.  Carmen teased she didn’t need batteries with hands like hers.

Leah found herself looking at those hands when she turned back.  They were thin and feminine and she ached with longing for what she anticipated they would do to her body.  They had talked so much about what they would do when they met that both of them had become hot and heavy about the deed.  Leah suddenly, inexplicably, felt immensely shy.  What was she doing?  She was meeting a total stranger who had no idea she was standing about 15 feet away from her, someone she had shared some of her deepest, darkest, sexual fantasies with, someone who had assured her that she would live out