Jolie ran for her life. Angelina Jolie was running as hard as she could. Her big breasts bouncing up and down underneath her white cotton t-shirt. "AAAHhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as she felt something pull in her leg. She stopped running. panting sweaty she put her hands on her knees. "CUT!" the director yelled. "you ok ang?" he asked her. Jolie looked at him...
This is a sequel to another story I wrote years ago. You don't need to read that one to understand this one, though. Characters are introduced and they have sex on their first date, which is not their style. * It had been several weeks since my last date with Marc, so his e-mail inviting me over to his place for drinks came something out of the blue. He m...
It was the final night of our weeklong canoeing trip. In the morning, we would have just three more miles to travel on the river until we arrived at the public campground where my fiancée's sister would be meeting us to take us back to reality, back to society and bills and jobs and traffic jams and innumerable rude people in the city. I was not looking fo...
(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. This story will make more sense if you start from the beginning, but hopefully, you can enjoy it anyways. All characters are 18+) The rest of the day passed by uneventfully. Relatively speaking. As the day progressed, more and more people wanted to talk to me. I was sud...
I have heard it said that a group of girls on a hen week are far worse than a gang of blokes on a stag trip. And judging by what some of our party got up to during our week there I could see they had a valid point. Albufeira was great and I could see why Matt had such a good time there. But I was ready to come home by the time the week was up. I must be get...
At first I didn't see why everyone thought Angelina Jolie was so hot. I saw the movie Gia where she played the suicidal model and she did several nudity shots during that movie and it was no big deal. I saw the Tomb Raider movie (it sucked) and she looked okay, but I think all the geeks were just projecting their adolescent fantasies for the Lara Croft chara...
This story was written four years ago and written on spec. I've made adjustments since then but the story has not been changed. All characters are over the age of 18. It was one on a sunny afternoon, a Sunday afternoon. People were trying to race home so they could be ready for work the next morning, except one of the few people who didn't was now at a c...
It was a good day for an outing, the young teacher had taken her class of about ten children to the botanical gardens in the outskirts of the city. The main interest was the exploration of the mini jungle, and each child had their own leaflet and pad about each plant there was to see. The children listened attentively to Miss DiMera their teacher and jotted...
The bell rings and he looks up, it is a slice of upstairs, downstairs. He is elbow deep in suds and sheets but wipes his hands and rolls down his sleeves, scoops up the gold cufflinks bought for his last, landmark birthday by her and climbs the stairs. "Yes, Ma'am." He appears in the doorway to the long library. In the windows, the spring sunlight is fleck...
"Look! It's the Eiffel Tower!" exclaimed Stephanie as she pointed out the window of the shuttle van. "Everybody get lots of pictures and we'll share them all when we get home. I have to thank you again, Gwen, for making me part of this great adventure. I'm lucky to be your cousin." "You're lucky to be so pretty and shapely. You're lucky to have such underst...