Chapter 9 Formerly 28 Continuing the Long Day – Part 2 11:20 AM Sharon, smiling blandly at him said, "I believe there's a motel three blocks over if you take the next right. Let's go there and finish this . . . conversation." A few minutes later they were in the motel and Mundra was pulling Sharon's face to his. As their faces neared, he watched her as s...
I saw her as soon as she walked onto the train platform. Gorgeous, petite, and fair skinned... Long, fine blonde hair... Very typical Dutch girl. She must have also just come off a long haul flight like me. She was dressed almost in pajamas -- two tight camisole tops in different colors and a pair of stretchy, checkered, capri pants that were almost painted...
After a quick pause to pull most of our clothes back on, Britt and I made our way to the kitchen. Propped on the counter was a note written in clear script: Darlings (it read)--I have gone to meet with a new client and will not be back until late. Enjoy the cassoulet and each other's company! Mam/Lara Smiling guiltily, Britt and I found a cast-iron po...
July 22, 1999 --- An Interesting Day Sitting in his office, Dutch had his feet up on his desk and was alternatively reading the San Jose Mercury News and munching on a corned beef sandwich. His eyes read one of the day's headlines: "Hewlett Packard boss, Carly Fiorina has encountered a rough road to new ground internally. Fiorina has had difficulty winning...
I knew she was trouble when she walked onto the shop floor. There was a "don't mess with me" attitude about her that belied her small stature and would be out of place here. Not that she necessarily would instigate trouble, mind you, but that trouble would sniff her and break out all over the place. "Uh, I'm not sure this is the place for you, hon," I mutte...
I arrived on the island in the middle of my year-long backpacking trek across the world. It was exactly what I was looking for: warm, sunny beaches, palm trees, a cheap hostel, cheaper food, very few mosquitoes and most of all, very few tourists. Its bars and guest houses were by and large empty and neglected. Many of them verged on forlorn, and the pace of...
Edited by Poison Ivan Kitty Winslow had a dream-puss face, no doubt about it - big doe eyes, bee-stung lips, and baby soft skin. But it was her chassis that made her a real oomph girl, and Kitty Winslow didn't mind displaying that chassis. Her seamstress must have gotten real friendly to get that yellow dress to cling to every dangerous curve of Kitty's bod...
Hey readers; this story is intended to make you predict the outcome of a test of four men. If you're not willing to play along, you probably won't enjoy it and it won't be worth your time to read it. Enough said. ************************** When you're burned by a cheating spouse you have many options; some of the more common are a) divorce, b) suck in you...
They woke up to sunshine and blue skies with wisps of white cloud dotted around. After working out in the fitness room for half an hour on various instruments of torture, they enjoyed a good breakfast, mainly consisting of fruit. "Much better for us than eggs and bacon." Kate sat back with a satisfied sigh. "Um." Rachel was still finishing off an orange....
Chapter 1 Formerly - 19 Fucking & Sucking The words "Goodnight Daddy" reverberated in his mind as he returned to the bedroom. He found himself with such an incredible erection from the encounter with the nubile teenager that he slipped into bed and immediately sought sexual solace from whichever woman he found closest. That turned out to be Molly, who...