Brian, Jesse, and I have been friends for well over a decade; we came out of high school at the same time, they as a couple and me looking, as I am still. Brian and I are alike in stature, slightly over 6 feet and 200 lbs. Jesse is a petite blonde bombshell with a runners body and hair that reached her middle back. The thing is though, she bugs me. With fl...
Greg had no idea. Well, that was not entirely true. It was more like he did not understand. He was certain that whoever had killed Yuki was a vampire. What he did not understand was why. What was even worse, he knew, was that he would have to report it to Akuma soon. It would still be a few days as of yet before Akuma could be contacted by cellular phone....
He looked down at his drink and swirled his finger around the rim. The pretty woman next to him kept her hand on his knee. "I thought they were gonna kill me then and there. Instead, they cuffed me to the bed and left me there to die slowly. Day one, I knew that I was going to die. There was no hope. Days passed. I lost track of them. I was starving, thirst...
Friday morning, around seven in the morning. We'd gotten in a little late from our shoe-shopping run to Memphis. It had not been a quick walk-in, walk out deal. I should have known. It had involved stops at Fredericks, Victoria's Secret, Christie's, and dinner at the Olive Garden before we drove the hour back home with not one but four pairs of shoes, more s...
Training Missy Chapter 3: A trip to Kennedy's continued. Enjoy xantu Missy knelt nude at Mick's knee and watched the dancers on the floor. The girl serving drinks brought them each another glass of juice. The oppressive music prevented all conversation, but she was very conscious of Mick's hand on her leash. The pervasive sense of embarrassment and f...
Ask any teacher what the worst day is, and surprisingly few will remember the first day of work. The rumble in their tummy as they stand before a blackboard for the very first time, alone and without a supervisor seems to fade for them. It has never faded away for me, and I recall it vividly. In my case it was even worse than average. I had come back to my...
"I've had an idea." Paul said to Laura. "What?" She asked. "A porn film!" He said triumphantly. "Let's make one, our own amateur film and see if we can sell it." "What do you know about making a porn film?!" Laura asked him, laughing at him. "I've been reading plenty about how to do it, how to distribute it." He retorted, almost defensively. "I reckon we...
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PROLOGUE: Randi poured herself a glass of Chardonnay and sat in front of the large vanity mirror in her hotel suite. She was wearing a short, silk gold robe and the leopard print bedroom pumps she had gottten from Victoria's Secret, her toenails recently done in blood red. She studied herself critically in the mirror before starting to apply her make-up. A...
Chapter I It was a beautiful afternoon as I backed my twenty-four-foot RV into my assigned space. For such a beautiful week the campground appeared unusually sparsely settled, but I just went about setting up. Back then, this was well over ten years ago, I enjoyed an occasional cigar. My taste in cigars was quite expensive, thus it was an occasional treat....