Legal disclaimer time: The people in my story are totally made up and shouldn't have any resemblance to any current or past hockey player. Once again I'm developing characters and plot, so be patient and hang in there! * Song 2 java,I love java sweet and hot, Whoops, Mister Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot, and I'll pour me a shot, A cup, a cup,...
Natalie sat on the floor of her bedroom painting her toenails a deep candy apple red. She had been dating Jim for a few weeks now. Before meeting him, she had no idea that men would be attracted to her feet. As Natalie finished painting her toes, she took a few minutes to admire her feet. She had always liked her feet and enjoyed making them look attractive....
As consciousness settled upon her, Donella was vaguely aware of a strange sensation, like being underwater. Her skin felt cold, yet dry. There was an oppressive heaviness that weighed down on her entire body; she felt like she was thousands of feet below the ocean. Her chest hurt to breathe and she couldn't move her limbs. Donella's eyes snapped open in a pa...
continued from "More than Just Hoops, Part 1" 7:00 PM, April 9, 2003 I could barely stand, as I looked at my lovely Lily, her lips still coated with my cum, and her cheeks bright with excitement. We had just a few minutes until we were supposed to leave for the basketball game that started at 7:30. It was my birthday celebration, and much as I'd been looki...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 8 -- And all because the lady loves ... Emma's job as a ballet teacher and mine in the City take a lot out of us, so there are some evenings when, however much our spirits are willing, our bodies just aren't up for sex. On one such evening we were relaxing with a refreshing glass of chilled Pinot...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Saturday, December 6th, 1941 The cloudless blue-sky sunshine glowed around her as the surf roared onto the beach. Rolling up to where she had stopped, it splashed her long legs. Wearing a dark-brown two-piece swimsuit, Bethany looked almost nude as she walked along the sand with her two girls, one on ea...
I always get wet when my team makes the playoffs. Not because the opportunity to win the Super Bowl is back, but because it means a chance of dick. Wait. Chance—who am I kidding?—I will certainly be getting sticked. And with the Eagles victory over the Giants last week, my team was in the playoffs and my little cootie was hot and ready to be split. As a sea...
"Hey, it's time to get up," my wife Jenny said as she gave me a quick kiss. I opened my eyes and saw her tall, slender frame standing next to the bed fully dressed. Her overnight bag was over her shoulder and she was wearing a big smile. "Have fun with the girls," I groaned as I sat up. She was heading off to Vegas for a couple of nights for a divorce party...
Have you ever caught a whiff of an aroma and immediately been transported to a time and place in the past? That's what happened to Monica as she was pushing her cart down the beer aisle. She never really looked at the older gentleman that passed her until she inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, or more appropriately, her step-father's cologne. She k...
The sun beat down on her like an interrogation spotlight. August in St. Louis is like standing at the gates of hell, Anna thought to herself, wondering again if she should consider moving somewhere with a more temperate climate. But her family was here, and her friends, and her job... The thought of starting over again somewhere else, while tempting, just di...