I love all wicked weasel bikinis but most I'm loving what you can wearing on every day beach. Because this bikini it's meant for wearing and enjoying both for my enjoyment and for guys who are looking at me on the beach. First time I was wearing my wicked weasel bikini on the beach it was the summer just after I'm was being 18 years old. We went to the river...
Keep me in mind with more grasp than your mnemonics hold me in those sweet corners of memory learn me with the same strength as rhyme know me by rote on instinct by heart Now... In the weak flaps of a wounded umbrella, in the chuckle of rubber boots over concrete, in the sandy, carbon, water scent of the wet city... I take a moment apart. Calm and...
Absolute silence and darkness that doesn't let me to see my hands in front of me. I walk, but I don't feel anything under my feet. ''Where am I...?'' I look around, but only darkness. I try to scream for help, but even the sound of my voice is hard to hear. I walk and run for a long time but everything is the same. It's like I'm alone in the world. A feeling...
Damn, he was actually coming over, through the crowd. I hadn't talked to him since the big fallout. That wasn't my fault; he had simply refused to communicate in any way. This had the potential to become a bit embarrassing. "Lisa." "Martin." "You look good." "Thank you." The looks I had received throughout the whole evening had confirmed his statement....
Mary Annabelle Smith is a nice normal girl. She is 27, 5'8", 160lbs, 33B and a firm butt, short curly red hair, green eyes, with a beautiful face and smile. Mary is a nice girl and loves to volunteer at the hospital and other community outreach. Mary was, all and all, the perfect innocent girl. However, Mary has a secret. A dirty secret. She loves having di...
Something is happening to me these days, something I welcome, something I love and slightly fear, something I recognize intimately but still don't understand. Something I have no control over: I am fuck-mad, blindly horny, unreasoning — cock-hungry and sort of stunned, perpetually wet and swollen. The tap is turned on, but the handle is broken, so the need...
4 hours passed since I was bound brutally on Jack's table. My whole body was numb and my arms were turning blue because of reduced blood circulation. My nipples were hurting due to those paper clips. I was squirming trying to move my hands, Vibration was still going on and god knows how many time I ejacuated. Time to go kitty, everyone went home, there wil...
The moment Gianna Scroitto walked into the room, Wes Taylor knew he had his leading lady. It had been nearly two decades since the Bronx-born actor wrote the script for "Conflict of Interest," a comedy about Trevor Goodwin, a high-profile defense attorney modeled after the late Johnnie Cochran, who is hired to defend New York City Mafia kingpin Pasquale Pas...
I am on one of those old steam-driven trains crossing Europe, in a compartment by myself, trying to read a magazine or paperback novel but mostly falling in and out of a doze due to the gently rhythmic rocking of the train on the steel tracks and the muffled chut-chut-chut sound of the engine. It's summer and it's hot, the light cotton dress I am wearing is...
Emily, a thirty year old curvy brunette, was doing dishes at the sink, waiting for her husband to come home. He worked a laborious job and often came home grumpy and tired. Emily was typically cheerful and happy-go-lucky, a ray of sunshine in the dark days of life. She enjoyed doing dishes... well, not the actual dish-doing part, but she loved the warm wat...