Dianne looked at herself in the mirror and found a strawberry blonde face staring back at her. She repaired her makeup, accentuating her lips and eyes, to make sure she would look far more alluring then her present demeanor demanded. She felt tired and used up. She couldn’t remember a time when she had slept for eight hours straight and woke up feeling de...
******************* This is the long awaited continuation of "Bittersweet Memories" so if you have not read the first part, I suggest you go back and read it. It's a fabulous story... ******************* When the light came back and I opened my eyes, I realized I was moving. My body was stiff and my hands were tied behind my back. When I realized I was in a...
Chapter 9 Jen woke the next day after Mike had left for work. She got out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She had dried cum all over her body. She literally stank of cum. Her entire body ached, and both her pussy and mouth were sore. She took a long shower. Being with both Darius and Kyle had been amazing. It seemed for hours non-stop a big beau...
Ceanne and I clashed almost immediately. She was very boisterous and deliberate in everything she did, this included being pissed-off. Our up-set had been at the coffee counter at the local club, I really don't remember why we raised our voices at each other; I'd never seen or met her before and although, finding her attractive, I remember walking away from...
I've become addicted to you. Your scent. Your taste. The look in your eyes when you're particularly turned on. The feel of your hands in my hair. Your breath on my ear when you're whispering dirty things to me. I think about you with every heartbeat. When I'm fucking my husband your face is all I see. You're my own personal heroin. I need you in my blood. I...
"Christ, David, she's only half alive," I said of the model he brought into the studio this morning, "where did you find her, in an opium den?" "Hey," he said to me, "I am David LaChapelle, I find beauty in unexpected places. It is my job to find beauty and to photograph it. You are the makeup artist, and it is not your place to question the beauty I find."...
Before Daddy arrived, Lacy was off her rocker in regards to her life- Her homework went by the wayside, she stayed up late until early morning and worst of all, she was eating cookie dough ice cream each night for dinner *gasp.* But she loved and respected her Daddy more than anything, and her only desire was to fully relinquish herself to him and his trusti...
Then something changes. It's not a moment of letting go. It is panic. Sheer terror. This kind of flip flopping of emotion has been present the entire time I have known him. Within the safety of my home far from him, I have been able to conceal it, at least for the most part. But now, that buffer is gone and I am on full display. He can sense the instant chan...
Everyone in the world has their own personal brand of heroin. No matter who you are, what you believe, or how you think, you do. Now most people it isn't even an actual drug, just a craving, and an addiction they can't get rid of. And yes even I have a brand of heroin, for me it's a guy I've known for years. I know what you're thinking. But wait until you se...
It was a wild Friday night party, where M. Larre took Camilla, Candice, and a few other Club Ritz strippers. On the first floor of the big house of the party's wealthy host, people were drinking, dancing, and socializing in the usual tame manner; but on the third floor, orgiastic sex and gang-bangs were in every room, where the moans and screams of pleasure...