« Vous êtes mort ! » C'est ce que l'homme se faisant appeler Dieu a dit. J'étais donc effectivement mort. Moi, un simple étudiant répondant au nom de Orion. Oui un nom atypique mais on ne le choisi pas comme on ne choisi pas sa mort. En rentrant chez moi la foudre m'avait frappé comme ça alors qu'il y avait à peine quelques nuages. Quelle ne fut pas ma surpr...
They drove down to France, taking turns on the long journey. The baby slept in its seat strapped to the front seat of the car. The boot was crammed with bags, as was half the back seat. With ten miles to go to the villa, Josie was driving and Oliver was half-dozing in the back seat behind the baby. As the car rounded a corner on the narrow, dusty road, three...
Carter had a fitful night's sleep. He always did in a hotel. Whether it was because he had to be up and ready by a certain time or the fact it wasn't his bed, he didn't know. It always upset Jess that he tossed and turned when they weren't at home., This one was no exception. It also didn't help that he wasn't going to be able to talk to Kallie for the time...
Ma main était glissée entre les boutons du chemisier blanc de Sabrina. Son sein dans le creux de ma main m'excite au plus haut point et nul doute que si sa mère n'avait pas été présente, je l'aurai faite jouir. "Putain j'en ai marre !" s'est-elle exclamée. "Qu'est-ce que tu as ?" "C'est ma mère qui me prend la tête, tous les jours c'...
Warning: there will be religious play, corporal punishment, anal play, cheating and some ****. If that's not for you, steer clear. I will try to announce any **** that involves actual intercourse-related acts. There will be incestual dominance and disciplinary acts throughout (i.e. spanking, plugging, **** nudity, etc) Feel free to add to the story. Also fee...
Heather Locklear sighed quietly and looked around her at the empty backstage band area. She was terribly horny and all alone tonight. On stage, Bon Jovi performed, but she wasn't really interested in it, she had seen her husband Richie Sambora perform probably 600+ times and half of the shows were always the same songs. No other band members brought their "s...
Kaylee idly flipped through the magazines in her mother's living room. It was such a generational difference. She could never imagine buying a paper magazine herself, but her mother always had a stack of them here on the coffee table. Titles like Vanity Fair, Bon Appetit, New York. That was mom's favorite. She loved New York City she was there right now in f...
Amy arrives at 2 pm on Sunday at Brad's house as planned. They go the family room and bar area and discuss Amy's trials and tribulations from the last several weeks. Topics vary from her overloaded work schedules, her business travels, and her family, her close girlfriends, and, of course, the concerns she has with her fiancé, John. The conversation pretty m...
I could feel the heat from four feet away in her small office at the entrance to the OR department. Each time, Marjorie Whitcomb took a deep breath, I watched her medium sized chest rise and her nipples protrude stiffly against the flimsy material of her scrub shirt. Pink was her color. It was the middle of summer and she wasn't wearing a half slip to keep w...
"This poor bastard is never going to pull out of this," Cole said to Fred sitting next to him in the nondescript blue four door sedan. It had been three weeks since the funeral; in that time Michael Dane's life had spiraled out of control. Cole had watched Michael loose his grip at the funeral; it had been downhill for him since that day. Ian had told Cole...