When I got that call from the receptionist I was expecting that he didn't want this relationship to happen but to my surprise he did want this relationship to happen. To the meeting I wore my black pencil skirt, my black silky blouse, my ballet flats, my hair was straighten , and I had curled it just a little bit. On the way to Newton Industries I realize th...
- This is the third and final chapter of Love. Lust. Lost. I have broken the story down so reading them first is not essential, but if you want to check them out, they're also in the Celebrities section or you can find them by clicking on my username. Thanks. - ... As we walked back through reception, I intercepted the concierge and ordered a chilled bottl...
It's back. So you could say I'm an ass for pulling off all the stories, and you may be correct. Circumstances were different at the time. Anyway, I'm reuploading everything! Will there be new content? I don't know. Enjoy! *** A year or so back, Curvoma was first being developed. Given the nature of the drug it was most likely not to be tested on animals...
I have to tell you about what happened to me this weekend; I can hardly believe it myself. There was some work related party that Sally, my girlfriend, and I were supposed to go to tonight. It was Sally's work, I knew lots of the people there, but usually I end up smoking outside and shooting the shit with the other boyfriends and husbands over the pool tabl...
Friday nights were made for going out. However, sometimes it's good to stay in. My name is Wonda Saint-Thomas. A very tall, beautiful and voluptuous Haitian-American sister with a story to share. I graduated from Brockton Community High School a while ago and enrolled at Langston Hughes College, a historically Black institution located in downtown Boston, Ma...
I irritably flick the annoyingly thin pages of my magazine over for the twentieth time, hopelessly wishing I would find a riveting article that would last for half an hour. I had been staring out the window, lost in my own thoughts for a while, but then an old man sitting opposite me had said that ridiculous phrase – 'Cheer up, love, it's not the end of the...
This story takes place in September 2004 Chapter One I hit the fire door with the palm of my hand so hard, it slammed the wall and the boom echoed back up the stairwell. I stepped out into afternoon sunshine, it was a bright but cool early autumn day, but beads of sweat shone on my forehead and my shirt clung to my skin. My cheeks burned like embers and I...
I don't know what it was with Emma, but just about everything was a first for her. She'd never smoked pot until the night we met. She'd never sixty-nined until about three hours later, when I spent an enjoyably frantic ten minutes with her lovely breasts mashed against my stomach, her skilled mouth doing a real number on me as I tried to return the favour....
Avril stepped out of the shower, grabbed her robe and wandered around, picking up a necklace, earrings, skin care and doing her makeup. When she reached the bedroom she stepped out of the robe and checked herself over, moisturised and snapped on her earrings and necklace, which were both bright blue and dangling, matching her eye catching blue makeup. She th...
Avril sat on the couch holding her heart in her hands. She wasn't crying. Sitting next to her, Ted wondered if that would change. Still staring at the damning picture on her phone, Avril asked Ted, "You think her tits are fake?" "Not as fake as her nails," Ted said, trying to keep things as light as possible. "They could be real," Avril said, zooming in...