Ann felt lost without her closest Valentine's friends. Monsignor Chullikatt had been reassigned to Argentina to develop a larger parish there and Reynaldo Ruiz, her devoted young man, had been convicted of possession with intent to distribute and sent to prison for ten years. Ann still used her balcony for sunbathing, frequently looking across the yard to th...
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Das übliche Vorgeplänkel Es war einer von den Tagen, an denen alles schief geht, was nur schief gehen kann. Es fing schon damit an, dass die Milch, welche ich morgens über mein Müsli zu schütten pflege in Würfeln aus der Flasche kam. Also fuhr ich hungrig zur Arbeit. Und wie üblich war ich zu spät, was aber heute daran lag, dass ich mir auf dem Arbeitsweg no...
The two women slouched low in their booths. Each one's breathing still slowing down from the ecstasy that they had just experienced. Anne's fingers traced lightly over her wet pussy, then up over her stomach and back down her legs, the sensations tingling in the afterglow of her recent orgasm. She was still amazed at herself. Had she really just done that? H...
This chapter will not make sense unless you start at the beginning. Please see Chapters 1-7. Enjoy. * Cadogan pulled up to Kara's house and couldn't seem to tamper down the butterflies in his stomach. He got out of the car and walked up to the front of the house, ringing the bell. He held a rose, waiting for her to come to the door. When Kara opened the do...
I think most people would say that I'm wrong. Wrong to choose the lifestyle that I've chosen. Wrong to be so demanding of my husband. Wrong to not 'act like a lady' and 'accept my role as a woman' – that is, a role subordinate to my man. His chattel – his 'blow-up doll' in the flesh – available for his pleasure, at his whims, at his convenience. Fuck that!...
Author's Note: This story is set in the future. I have no knowledge of Josh Holloway other than watching the television show. This story is purely a figment of my overactive sexual imagination. * "Good morning Gracie, good morning Mary." "Good morning Mr. Holloway," the girls chorused and stepped aside to let their employer pass. Josh walked past the...
My eyes fluttered open. I breathed deeply, well-rested and satisfied. My stomach grumbled in protest. Almost satisfied, I corrected myself. I stretched my limbs, still locked in John's embrace as he slept peacefully. "Wake uuup," I whined. He grunted and shifted, his hand finding its way to my right breast purely by instinct, squeezing me gently through my...
"I can't fucking stand you!" she screamed. "Get OUT of MY kitchen!" "The feeling is mutual, honey, but I'm not going anywhere," he declared, egging her on. "Vat tis the meaning ov dis...dis...velling?" the maitre'd asked in his thick accent as he burst into the kitchen from the front of the house. "Yous are dee-sturbing my guests!" "Get that VILE man OUT...
Ever since I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be a chef. I worked very hard to make that dream a reality and I finally had all I ever wanted when I became the head chef at one of the top restaurants in LA. But making my way to the top had its side effects on my personal life. At 28 I have few friends and I while i have had boyfriends none were serious lo...