An empty restaurant in the morning had always been Julia's favorite place to conduct an in-depth interview. She was friends with the owner so she was allowed to work there while the staff prepared in the kitchen. She sat across a dining table from a sophisticated older man. They had coffee and a few gourmet pastries, which sat alongside her papers and lapt...
Julia ist nicht sonderlich groß ganz im Gegensatz zu ihren Brüsten. In engen Tops liebt sie die Blicke der Jungs und wenn sie an ihnen vor bei geht weiß sie genau, dass die pubertären Kerle auf ihren perfekten Po starren. Die 18 Jährige Liebt Partys hat aber dennoch gute Noten und ist alles in allem sehr beliebt. Ihr hellbraunes Haar, die sonnengebräunte Hau...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: ***** "Jilnar Jardaly's a Dirty Slut" Hi, guys! It's your favorite Arabian slut here to tell you another of my cherished sexcapades. Unless you've been living in a cave, you must know what a dirty cum-slut I am by now. Whe...
I live on a secluded ranch in a heavily-wooded area of western Washington. Actually, the ranch is more of a rambling estate than a typical western spread. The main residence is gated and awash in security cameras and sensors. You see, I am a very wealthy middle-aged man with a lot of free time on my hands. And, as fate would have it, I have a strong penchant...
As she stripped in the hall, He came out of his study to observe. He leant on the door jamb with folded arms and a wry smile, his eyes tracing the fading purple bruises that striped her bottom. A week ago she would have felt shame at such scrutiny – at being naked before him. What a difference a week had made. Poor shy Claire hid in the cupboard with the clo...
I had wondered how I was going to survive another class. How could I possibly sit through another 8 hour class 4 hours away from home, hornier than I can remember being in a long time? I thought I would lose my mind. I had left for my trip extraordinarily hungry...not the type of hunger any amount of food was going to satisfy. (Well, maybe a cucumber but o...
Rebecca watched Michael sleep in the predawn glow. Only his head and chest were visible above the blankets, a soft buzz accompanied every breath. It had been a month since she completed the Vigil, and still there was more to learn even though she'd come to the fullness of her magical powers. They had returned to the Tower hand-in-hand, and he had gently take...
Note: Just a very brief note to one thank all of you and two to let you know that there is no sex is this chapter. Happy New Year to all of you and may it be prosperous!!! *********** As the train pulled away, Isadora got another look at Saul. She looked over at Noah and took note of the thoughtful look on his face. Part of her wanted to know what he was...
Although the television had dire warnings about Hurricane Isabel, the sky was still clear. Julia threw open the windows of her luxury condo and breathed in the air. Ah, the scent of lavender. As she breathed, her pale silk blouse hugged her firm, proud breasts. In the distance, courtesy lights gleamed along the walkway beside the golf course. Julia Morgan,...
On November 27, 2002, a Metro-North commuter train left New Haven, Connecticut, at 5:58 a.m., bound for Grand Central Terminal. Its scheduled arrival in New York was 7:39 a.m. This is what happened that morning. ----------------- Karen Rizzini DiFalcone, a marketing administrator for an insurance broker on West 57th Street, boarded the train at the second...