El inicio de una bonita historia Comenzamos esta historia tan bonita y de gran contenido erotico, en la que comenzando el verano, podemos observar a nuestra protagonista, Cassandra, una hermosa chica de pelo castaño, con buen cuerpo, siempre alegre, sonriente y muy motivada con todo lo que se propone. Trabaja de psicóloga en su propia clinica, en la que le a...
Un novato en la oficina. Menos mal que es viernes, porque aunque hayas empezado a trabajar el lunes, ya llevas cuatro broncas, dos de tu jefa, una de tu compañera y otra de un desconocido por el teléfono. Y no es que no te los merecieras, no, estos días estás aprendiendo el significado de la palabra 'agobio'. Ahora mismo estás perdido en un mar de papeles qu...
Maria es una hermosa joven. Ella tiene 20 años. Tiene una cara muy bonita, con hermosos ojos azules, labios finos y tiene el cabello rubio más hermoso. Y, si su hermoso rostro no fuera suficiente, también tiene un cuerpo mecedor. No muy alta, flaca, de tetas pequeñas y firmes y un bonito trasero firme. Entonces, entiendes, ella es una diosa. Y para contrarre...
Es un día tranquilo en la universidad. Como cualquier otro. Te llamas Jon y tienes 22 años. Eres una persona con una estatura promedio de 1.75 m y eres delgado. Es tu primer año en la universidad y no eres una persona demasiado sociable por lo que no tienes muchos amigos aquí. Eres bueno académicamente y muy organizado. Retomando la historia, estas en clase...
Today... "Why do they call it a chow hall?" Will asked as he and Theo searched for a place to sit in the crowded military lunchroom. "It makes me think they are throwing buckets of food into a trough for us." "Some days the food doesn't look much better than that," Theo said as they quickly moved toward a four-top table they fortuitously discovered. "But a...
The Lost Children Bonita woke up with an uncomfortable feeling of pressure on her neck. She lifted Ben Quigley's arm and shoved it away. He grunted and rolled over on his other side. She sat up on the side of the bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The alarm clock read 6:58. She had set it for seven. She shut it off and slapped Ben on the ass. "Get th...
Jack watched through the one-way glass at the top of the banquet hall. On the floor below him was his partner Steve "entertaining" a reporter from one of the local news magazines. She, like all her kind, was interested in what was going on out at the Hotel Belladonna, rumored to be the site of sex orgies and other kinky goings-ons. Interested as she might be...
Nina Alvin stood on the deck of the Annie Mac, looking up at the rigging. Bonita sat on the top spur, her legs wrapped around the main mast. Moosie sat at his feet and looked up as well. He gave out one sharp bark. "Easy, bub," Alvin told him, "she's just fine." Bonita unhooked the tangled line and the sail fluttered down. Laura walked out of the boatho...
The Pocket Jar Hannah sat on the wooden bench and ran her fingers over the rough letters carved in the seat. "Eagle over there, watching us," Bonita said. "Where?" Hannah asked, scanning the far bank of the beaver pond. "That tall pine. Straight across." Hannah caught sight of the bird's white head just as it spread its wings and flew over the pond and...
Bogart and Bacall It was still dark in the room when Alvin got out of bed. Looking out the window, he saw a magenta glow on the horizon. He went to the bathroom, then pulled on his robe and made his way slowly down the stairs. One step at a time, he thought, ain't that a pisser? He started the coffee maker, although he didn't enjoy his morning cup as much...