Nasty Teacher, naughty girls Mr Smith really was an unfair teacher. He let the boys get away with murder, but he was extremely strict with the girls. He would punish the girls at every opportunity for the slightest misdemeanour, giving them detentions and extra homework. As well, he was in the habit of putting girls down whenever he could, making sly ambigu...
I was pissed because my car was in the shop and that meant I had to take the bus. Oh well it was only for a few days but still I had to walk about two blocks because that was the closest stop to my house. I guess I should say a little about myself, my name is Daniel Hill, I'm 38 and work for a water bottling company; we bottle water for office water coolers....
Conclusion The limo was a real surprise. Dana had said nothing about a limo, only that she would "pick me up" for an evening on the town to celebrate my birthday and that I was to wear my tux. She said nothing about a stretch limo. But there it was, long and low and sleek in the early evening light. Oh, she had told me there would be a surprise, all right,...
Anduin led a small party up the winding paths of the island. The lush scenery was still scarred by the remains of demonic scenery at some parts and the Death Scar, the path that Arthas Menethil had once left on his path to the Sunwell, was as hideous on the land as ever. It was only him, Liadrin, Vereesa, two of his bodyguards, the four of her knights that h...
Anise Chapter 3 or so/Novel Insert Possibility As Anise strolled down the dark wet street, she felt a breeze across her thighs, as if from a ghostly hand. Her silken black skirt was adorned with a very high slit to the right hip. The thought of a hand creeping up that slit to her bare hip made a shiver climb up her spine. As the mist of rain started to fall...
As Anise strolled down the dark wet street, she felt a breeze across her thighs, as if from a ghostly hand. Her silken black skirt was adorned with a very high slit to the right hip. The though of a hand creeping up that slit to her bare hip made a shiver climb up her spine. As the mist of rain started to fall, her white satin blouse began to cling to her ba...
A continuation of Romantic Evening7 It didn't bother Marie that her husband Henry had fallen asleep during the movie, it had been a wonderful evening and although she would have liked to cap it off making love to her husband, she knew they had all morning. She remembered their younger years when sex seemed such an urgency, almost as if it was done ent...
It had been only three months since she buried her husband, yet it seemed like only moments since they lowered the coffin into the ground. How she missed him. She missed his smell, his touch. But most of all, she missed making love to him. She missed the hungry look in his eyes when he came to her... feel of him thrusting inside her... the way his tongue ent...
Chapter 1 Rustling sheets broke the otherwise perfect silence. The white moonlight made her form glow in slats beneath the heavy comforter, the pale smoothness of an arm the only piece of her in sight aside from the peek of wild auburn curls that marred her pillow. Restless dreams seemed to leave her tired and hostile every morning and tonight would be no d...
Marguerite slept fitfully, tossing and turning in her sleep. Her movements made the bedding tease her body and made her dreams more real. She dreamed of Adam. She laid there, he kissed her mouth, his tongue played over hers. His hands smoothed over her shoulders and down her body. They cupped her breasts, his thumbs teased over her nipples. His mouth travele...