The doorbell rang at a few minutes after seven on Monday morning. Ana rubbed her eyes, she was feeling some effect from the margaritas last night. When the Stones returned, they were still celebrating. As expected, Chris' father announced his retirement, and that, as of the beginning of next year, Chris would be in charge of the business. There were a few mo...
"Hello, Miss Ana? This is Henry Williamson. Your father gave me your number. I'd like to get in touch with you soon. Thanks." What an unexpected text message! And why in the world was her father giving out her phone number like that?! Ana groaned and gave the man a call. It turned out that the madman wanted her to join the motherfucking Fair Orchard Coun...
Note- Usual disclaimer, This is purely a fictional story and does not relate any real events or persons. xxx Kaley had enjoyed a visit to England and was now ready to return to L.A. in order to commence recording the latest batch of episodes of her hit television show. Like many others she had been fascinated by the upcoming Royal wedding of Prince Harry...
((Hello everyone and thank you for being so very patient with me well waiting for this chapter. I must admit that I have become a little caught up in the other story that I am writing but I promise I will not take that long to update this again...unless of course the world ends or I get abducted by aliens. Then I have absolutely no say in the matter. So I...
Author's Note: Warning. Quite a few of these characters are not politically correct. *** The Internet hadn't killed public libraries just yet. People still went to those places occasionally. This particular public library was very much alive, quiet, but alive. It was a grand, red brick building with white columns and white stoops. Some people were using t...
I saw Marco staring at Ana's ass as she exited the cab. It didn't bother me. I'm not normally a jealous person, but if I were, Marco would be the type to set it off. Wealthy, handsome, Latin. His staring didn't bother me at all though. I exited through the other door, and then turned to hand Isabella out of the cab. "Gracias senor," she smiled, stepping ou...
Ana Ivanovic and Maria Sharapova Story This is my first story.Special thanks to someone that helped with idea for this story and keeps on helping me.Also special thanks to editor sex_addict1990 for editing this.Hope for Feedeback. Hope You enjoy it Right after the Australian Open final, Maria and Ana are walking to their locker room. Maria is holding h...
All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are coincidental. Relax and get horny. It's only Literotica. * Nick peered surreptitiously out of his side bedroom window. Ana had just come out to put trash in the garbage can next to her garage. As Nick had expected, his neighbor was sporting a fresh black eye. After the loud battle...
Miles drove well above the speed limit once he got on the interstate. He hated to risk the ticket, but he didn't want to lose time. Fifteen minutes into the drive, he called Ana's home number. No answer. He tried the cell number. The voicemail came on immediately, she must have the phone turned off. He drove even faster, starting to get worried. Ana walked...
Two short e-mails, four days and a phone call later, Ana's eyes flitted between the occupied tables at the tapas restaurant, her watch and the sympathetic expression on the hostess's face. She swept the errant strands annoying her right shoulder back into the twist above her nape. Great. Just great. He'd either left or— "You're late." Ana turned around,...