San Francisco, the city by the bay. San Francisco held a special memory for me. I'd first met Blake Lively there when she did the movie "Dreamer". Since the city had always been known for a populace that came and went, often via the ocean, I suppose it was fitting that we'd had a whirlwind romance that ended when filming ended. I guess some cities are meant...
He was leaning against the same fence, several feet to my right. I caught several quick glimpses of his tall, lanky frame as he spoke endlessly into a cellphone that appeared to be surgically attached to his ear. His body was thin, but muscular. There was something oddly endearing and erotic about the way his khaki pants seemed to slide off his ass everytime...
"Tony, get your damn paws off me," she shrieked. "But you're so warm," he winked at the young brunette. "Get your hands off my ass!" she demanded. "Tony!" the other male exclaimed. "Don't disrespect the lady!" Tony grinned like a child. "But she's got such a squeezable ass!" The two men erupted in laughter. "I'm so serious right now it's not even funny...
I am Herald and 40 and my wife Demi is 37. She likes to dress provocatively when at home, not wearing a bra and panties which giving me a big thrill. She has 36c tits, they sag but more than enough to play with. She has nice rounded hips and long sexy legs complete a package which says come fuck me. Demi was always hot and as much as I fuck her, she always...
Disclaimer: This story is fictitious, none of this ever happened or will happen. ***** As Demi walked down the hallway of the mansion, she was prayed that someone would find her and save her from this monster she was forced to call master. Getting lost in her thoughts, Demi didn't realized she had found what her master had called her "room". It was bare...
Demi smiled as she and Joe drove along the PCH. It had been a beautiful day of playing on the beach, taking fun pictures and tentatively venturing into the (very cold!) water. Now, they were driving back to Joe's new digs, because neither one of them wanted the day to end. "Demi, Earth to Demi...Umm, we're here," Joe said. Demi immediately snapped back to...
Welcome to the League! Demi stood nervous in the dimly lit hallway of the arena. It had been nearly three months since her breakup and the subsequent lawsuit that costed her most of her fortune. With what little money she had left, she decided to hire a personal trainer in order to join an up incoming wrestling league called The Celebrity Wrestling Champion...
Authors Note, This story was inspired by the London 2012 Olympics. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. All characters in the story are created by myself and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is the second part however it should be able to be read as a stand alone story. Big thanks go out to Sanidia for edit...
As I turned into my street, I saw a lad up ahead heading my way. I could instantly recognise who it was just from the hunky muscles he had. My legs went weak as George approached, and his eyes widened as he saw my outfit. He wolf whistled playfully. "Wow miss, shit, you're hot!" I giggled before replying, "I know stud muffin, and I'm wet." He gulped, and...
"She's my sister." Charlie stared at his wife, Angie, for a long moment. "Your plan is for her to come here from prison. Straight from prison. Do not pass go." He shifted uncomfortably. "No... adjustment period. You don't think it'll be..." "Dangerous?" Angie shifted in bed next to him and her silky golden hair cascaded across her bare shoulder. "Chuckie...