Masie looked up and burst out laughing. 'Oh Lennard, if only you could see your face! It's a picture.' And a picture it was. A combination of horror and acute embarrassment. He had walked back into his living room with her coffee to find her sitting on his settee studying the dvd case of the elderly couples sex disc. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat...
For Adam... and for me. I was standing in the bathroom trying to decide which skirt to wear to the masquerade party that night. I asked my husband, Adam, what he thought. After the briefest of deliberations, he said, "The short one." I had already selected the rest of my outfit for the night--high-heeled black leather boots, thigh-high fishnets, a skimpy...
Roger had spent the whole morning helping Georgina tidy up Richard's things they found little of his. They ploughed through the material detritus of two vibrant but criminally shortened lives. "He obviously kept his stuff at the airfield. I'll deliver this stuff to his Commanding Officer so he can forward it to his family with his other possessions. What ar...
Harry was becoming increasingly attracted to his new-found-friend. Saskia was cold towards him still, only offering her companionship to protect him from the gang he was hiding from. Her flat was becoming more and more his domain as the week passed by and Saskia did not mind either. She had someone around to break the loneliness, the solitude of hiding away...
What is that? I wondered to myself as I closed the door behind me. I could hear what sounded like soft little moans coming from the bedroom... “Shannon. Are you home?” I called out as the dog jumped all over me. “Mmm, I’m in the bedroom” she purred, As I walked into the dimply lit room I stumbled into one of my favourite sights; my sexy little girlfriend...
Hedran's face had drained of it's color. Vivian's eyes were cast downwards. The two of them sat in silence, slowly coming to grips with the cruel reality before them. By tomorrow morning, their best friend/brother would be dead. Daylily, meanwhile, looked contemplative for a moment. As the machine switched from suction to mixing for a cycle, the homunculus b...
Fenella McLeod was a respectable married lady. At least, she was married to a man who was – James liked to describe it – 'something in the city.' And her family was an old Scottish one, of impeccable lineage. It occasionally weighed heavy upon her, because she was twenty eight years of age, slim and attractive in a very Scottish way, with long, straight, sil...
CHAPTER VII "Hi, Kristen!" Fred welcomed her laughing as she got in to the back seat of the truck with James. "H... hi?" she was surprised he knew her name. James chuckled, "Leave her alone." and introduced him to her, "He's Fred." With dismay she noticed her 'Slippery When Wet' cassette hanging by the tape in the driving mirror. Once she was seated he...
Chapter Four-"The Last Submission" Dear Derrick, It's been two months. For the most part, I have accepted that you weren't coming back. I returned to my normal schedule and made plans to try other lovers; however, there would be occasional moments in which I would remember vividly our sexual encounters and I would have to bring myself to orgasm, since I wa...
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