A typical Tuesday for Professor Tom Roberts...continued... Professor Roberts made it through the rest of the school day with nothing untoward happening. He spotted his alarm-clock girl, young Cindy, in one of the rustic old hallways at one point, but she knew to keep her distance, giving him a knowing coquettish smile before turning to join her classmates a...
This one’s for the person who wanted a story on the hirsute Julia Roberts and Gillian Anderson. Though I had established myself as a heroine in B grade entertainers and had fucked and sucked myself to a fairly secure position in Hollywood I was not getting roles which I once was getting. My days with Brett were over and though his obsession with my excessiv...
WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS A PIECE OF FICTION. IT IS NOT TRUE. IT'S JUST THE WORK OF A PERVERTED MIND * * * * * "I've always found you very attractive," Julia Roberts told the talk show host Oprah after the show was over and the two of them were talking backstage. Oprah was not surprise to hear this since she had known from an early age that a lot o...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Yvonne Roberts carefully applied her make-up, going slowly, methodically. Unless she used two pounds of pancake make-up and a trowel, there was no way to cover up her freckles. But she could at least even out her skin tone, make it less splotchy lo...
Ken's enormous erection was near my face and sweat was now pouring from the heavy hair in my furry armpits. "Hhhmmmm I just love the amount of jet-black hair you have in your unshaven pits" Ken said as I could now feel the heat emanating from his throbbing erection. "Young man I said I haven't shaved my pit hair for more than 20 years. Its so long that it is...
This is the final chapter of a story about a young woman who finds fifteen minutes of fame, but wants more... CHAPTER SIX — FIFTEEN MINUTES Confrontation Madison was furious as she jerked her silver BMW convertible to a halt. Everything was going so well in her life and now this. What the fuck did Ralph think he was up to? She pressed the bell on the st...
It was a sunny Saturday morning and I was about to start a game of chess with Shereen at her place. The only people in the house that morning were me, Shereen and her mother. Both her older sisters were away at their respective universities in different parts of the country and her dad was at a company team-building event. As I was setting up my pieces, Sher...
Back ten years or so, I was locked up in a state prison for some reason. Don't ask me, long story that nobody reading this should really give a fuck about. Turns out Julia Roberts was locked up there as well for a few days for protesting something. She was dressed up pretty formally, suit jacket, button down shirt, dress shoes, socks, hair tied back, the who...
"Thump...thump...thump." My fingers tapped out a steady rhythm, which was muffled by the heavy white tablecloth. My eyes took in the expensive restaurant; crystal wine glasses, intricate silver ware, along with hand-carved figures decorating the walls in rich mahogany wood. I had already been to the bathroom where instead of stalls, separate little bathrooms...
"You want me to, what?" I asked. "Go to the North Pole and interview Santa Claus," James Rolands, said. He was the editor-in-chief of Plus magazine, a half serious, half trashy magazine geared toward one thing and one thing only, sales. Mr. Rolands, 45, was a driven man in a world so competitive for stories that there was no room for compassion or moralit...