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"How do I look?" Selma asked, standing in front of her lavish vanity. She was wearing a tight-fitting white business suit with absolutely nothing on underneath; the jacket hung open to reveal the curve of her ample breasts and she was currently debating whether to have it buttoned, or just leave it as it was. "You look amazing mistress," said Jack. He was...
The room was dim as he waited. Hungry with anticipation he churned uneasily on the edge of the bed, and fidgeting with the bulge in his pants. A drop of perspiration traced the ridges of his furrowed brow. His temperature rose when he heard the shower water stop. He followed her shadow under the bathroom door as she stepped from the shower to the vanity. The...
This might be the perfect shirt: black, with just enough of a sheen to impress without overdoing it. Yes, this is it, Stephen thought, holding it up before him. This should be just right. At least he hoped. He lowered the shirt, ready to take it to the register, and if he'd held it up a moment longer he would have missed her. But he didn't. Stephen lowered...
The light of the full moon shines down through the trees surrounding our campsite. You have been attentive as always. All through the evening you keep sniffing my skin, burying your face in my hair and inhaling deeply. You keep stealing kisses as we set up camp. I notice you are never more than an arm length away from me. You touch me as often as you can g...
He found himself on a hot summer night in Ft. Worth, just visiting on his way to nowhere in particular. Separated from his wife, taking time off from work just to travel and see some sights before going back to mend fences and return to normality. He had been sitting in the back where the lighting was particularly dim, able to scan the entire night's events...
I was sick of posing for graduation pictures. This wasn't the real reason I had actually put on makeup and picked out my most curve-hugging maxi dress; nope, that was all because I had a feeling I would see him tonight. "Come on, Sam, can we please finish this up?" My dear friend and photographer, Samantha, was being so patient with me: "You look so beautif...
Natalie Horton and I first met when we were sophomores at our high school in the San Diego suburb of Del Mar. She was a statistician for the girls' basketball team, while I was a budding star for our boys' team. We became good friends that spring, when she was a distance runner and I a high jumper for the school's track team. Natalie looked exactly like you'...
London, August 1789: A mild night descended upon the square as the carriages rounded the block and deposited the well-dressed members of the court at the front of Westminster. Three sisters of marriageable age wearing bustles of varying blue shades moved quickly toward the west wing of the palace. As they passed through the crowded room filled with party-go...
This never would have happened if my upstairs neighbors hadn't practically dared me to drink the beer in the blue cup. See, I was bored to death, and the guys upstairs were having a party—well, it was just them, but they were rowdy and laughing, and like I said, I was completely bored. I had been about to take a shower when their music started, so I was nud...