Monica Bellucci, one of Italy’s most stunning women was talking, with Bella de Vecchi, curator, and the wife of Leo de Vecchi, owner of the De Vecchi’s Gallery. Bella was introducing her their art collection. While they were talking, a gorgeous man in dark Persol glasses strode out of the room. He was clad in sporty black wool stretch racing ensemble, leathe...
Einleitung : Ich heisse Monica Bellucci und meine 58 kg verteilen sich auf 1,72, trotz meines Alters sehe ich noch sehr jugendlich aus und sehr hübsch, meine leicht gebräunte Haut war seidig, meine braunen Augen sanft und meine dunkelbraunen Haare glänzten. mein kleiner, fester Busen mit kleinen Vorhöfen, Nippeln und Warzen leitete zu meinem flachen Bauch üb...
Chapter 2 "And so ... you just yielded your eternal soul to the Devil himself on viral video and your body to him in the process? What the fuck am I supposed to think about that, Kari? I'm your husband and you cheated on me in front of the whole damn world! I mean, hell, unless I'm willing to commit myself to the same business, the same loss of my immortal...
Chapter 1: Friends in low places. Black cars began showing up at the mansion just past eleven o'clock Saturday night. The first one to buzz and be let in deposited on the front steps a woman of distinguished class. She was Italian, tall and dark haired with the seductively feminine form that looked fit enough to grace the glossy pages of Vogue, or at the ve...
My own Monica Bellucci, that was Angelina. Insanely passionate, with a genius-level IQ; hot-tempered and highly competitive yet also as sweet as could be, she was F. Lee Bailey reincarnated as a dazzling Italian mistress. She could get away with it. Always a moment-by-moment adventure, she was to emotional stability what Katrina was to New Orleans. My Mo...
The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
The storyline is becoming quite complex now, so I hope everyone can follow it. If you are new to the series, please read the first two chapters here to catch up and understand everything, as recounting it all here would take too long. Heh. Many thanks to KMB for letting me reference his great series in this chapter. Feedback and suggestions always welcome. _...
Toward the end of my junior year at college I was going out with this hot chick from South Carolina; her name was Michelle. She was a real knockout, probably the best-looking girlfriend I had had up to that date. She stood about 5'10, which was two inches shorter than me, and had long black hair, a perfect curved body, stunning face with hot full lips. To gi...
3. The Valley "I don't get it," Tascha frowned. "Well, you know Grieg's 'In the Hall of the Mountain King,' right?" "Of course." "Well, there's this classic prog rock album, by King Crimson, called In the Court of the Crimson King. Somebody apparently thought it was clever to put the two things together. At the time I thought it was hysterical." She coc...
Many thanks to everyone who offered feedback for the first chapter, it was most encouraging - I didn't know how well a story like this would be received. I highly suggest reading the first chapter to get acquainted with the characters and the celeb roles. Feedback and suggestions always welcome. Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be a...