So here it is late summer and I've been scoping out a couple of neighborhoods looking for an easy score. In case you were wondering...I am a burglar. I am average, white, 5' 10" tall, medium blond hair, 195 pounds and blue eyes. I only match the description of 24 million other men in America. Can you imagine what the police must go through every time they...
"Tell me something." She asked looking out to the sea, from their cruise deck. "hmm" "Why are you here?" "What? I thought you invited me along. You had a spare ticket remember? " "No, I lied." "Oh I see, well then you need to tell me something.. Why are we here?" She wished she knew that. Why was she here after all? Leaving a loving husband and 2 litt...
"I'm not sure how to play this," Mary said. We were on their sofa and Charles was seated across from us grinning. "How about we go upstairs," I said. Mary, Charles, and I are in our early 70s, not the typical demographic for swingers, but considering we survived the 60s, not surprising. Baby Boomers might be on the backside of life, but we intended to take...
Merritt Jacobi looked down at the latest edition of 'Celebrity skinz' with a heavy heart. The article had quoted parts of the autopsy report and went into great detail describing the murder of Brad Lowell. He was overwhelmed with worry and wondered how this had happened. His normal day to day life and everything he had done up until this point had been so fa...
Reading Parts I&II will help you understand the general plot here. Votes/Feedback is appreciated. The plan her is to take this into a much longer story. Reunion with Tony Tony's dark, curly hair and black eyes were just as Sheryl remembered him-the same old "Italian Stallion". Tony had grown up in Philadelphia's Italian community and gotten into Williams C...
Feedback to the link below. We're standing near a window overlooking the city, ignoring the noisy early evening cocktail party, our eyes locked, a soft smile on her face. Is she amused or is the smile unimportant? "So tell me," she says, "what sort of women do you like?" Direct, certainly. A direct woman. I have a vague memory of someone telling me she owns...
Columbia. A land of risk and opportunity, where the resourceful and strong-willed may presume much. The streets are lined with churches but on the hot summer nights the air is heady with passion. It is less tame, more visceral, a place for the unexpected... ** The Preparation ** A plain white van drove through the Columbian countryside. Inside it was set u...
I want to lower my arms and grasp her pelvic bone handles to drive her up and down the length of my engorged shaft. Instead I obey, and merely lock my hands together by grasping one thumb and wrapping my fingers around my fist like a claw. My mind flutters with so many sensual feelings bombarding it at once. Her nipples barely peeking over the top, her moist...
It's a fine spring day, sunshine, crocuses, birds singing, everyone glad to be alive. Make that almost everyone, for Chris is too preoccupied to enjoy the moment. What is it, he wonders, with Sally? Some women can't pass a clothes shop without reaching for a credit card; she's obsessed with interior decor. Antique shops, auctions, holidays; anywhere will do...
She slowly woke to the smell of vanilla and juniper. As her eyes opened, she was confused. It was not like her to be awake at this hour on a day off. She slowly stretched keeping the covers over her as she yawned and opened her eyes as far as they would go. The room almost did not appear to be the room in which she fell asleep. The soft orange glow of candl...