"Yes, but let's not forget that I earned that special night out," Angelina responded. "Hmmm...refresh my memory," asked a quizzical Harry. "Oh, c'mon, Harry. It was that time when you met that hick superintendent from Texas at a conference in the city, got drunk and invited him to tour Riverdale so he could see what kinds of administrative ideas he could a...
December 14, 1987 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian -- at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she ofte...
November 30, 1987 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up librarian, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian - at least not in private. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she oftentimes faints duri...
December 31, 1987 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian -- at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she ofte...
"What are you wearing?" asked Tom. Since their heated romance began two weeks earlier, the young man had asked Angelina that same sexual foreplay question over the telephone a number of times. On this occasion, however, his tone was different, and far less attractive. He sounded desperate, nervous and clingy. "Ugh! Will you please stop?" answered an annoy...
Lady Anna used her leather-clad hand to wag her big, fake cock at Bella and Melissa. Dana lay on the couch, breathing heavily and trying to recover from the explosive orgasm that Lady Anna had given her. "So," Lady Anna said as she took another drag from her long cigarette holder, "who's next?" Melissa barely heard the question; she was so taken by the sig...
I stood back and watched as the ship's crane lowered the crate onto the dock, cigarette smoke stinging my eyes. The dame watched, too, but with a different gleam in her coffee-brown eyes. See, she didn't know that I knew that the package she'd hired me to find was worth far more than she'd promised to pay. She also didn't know that I am never, ever stiffed o...
To be a bitch, darlings, is to celebrate. Life. Love. Lust. But most of all, celebrate yourself. That's why a bitch is hot. And you want to be a bitch, don't you? That is why are are listening. You want to be like me. Know that you already are. But still hiding it. Not admitting it, not even to yourself. Especially to yourself. You want it. No longer be ch...
Tom awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Eyes opening upon the ceiling, he immediately recalled his dream from the night before. I've dreamt about Ms. Lione a lot, but never in greater detail than that, he marveled to himself. I better write this one down before I forget it. Rolling over, Tom noticed an unfamiliar nightstand and paused. Dumbfounded, h...
Slowly she sat down on the couch and placed her glass of wine on the coffee table before her. Kicking off her shoes was a no brainer at this point. How those poor feet of hers ached. She grabbed the small, thin but shiny package and began to slowly unwrap it like a much anticipated Christmas present. She had waited so long for it to arrive. Ever so slowly sh...