Jonas and Lori were nervous but excited as they walked up to the nightclub. This would be a change of pace from their normal night out for a few drinks and an appetizer. Jonas and Lori had been married for 8 years. On this particular night they were out in Vegas for Jonas' work. Lori tagged along so they could have fun and explore the city. Jonas was excited...
Kapitel 1 – Das Institut Ein irgendwie futuristisch anmutendes, dunkelgraues Gebäude mit scheinbar drei Stockwerken tauchte am Ende der Sackgasse in diesem Industtriegebiet im Licht der Laternen auf. Bedrohlich wie ein schwarze Quader ragte es in den tropisch heißen, schwarzen Nachthimmel, den nur die Straßenlaternen mit gelblichen Strahlen einige Meter weit...
A rude awakening shows who needs her own wakeup call. * 9000 words. Tags: baywatch, victoria's secret, Sara Sampaio, Josephine Skriver, Stella Maxwell, Romee Strijd, Behati Prinsloo, Martha Hunt, Taylor Hill, Lily Aldridge, Miranda Kerr, threesome, orgy, Nick Jonas * This is the fifth in an open ended "celeb harem" story putting together two of the great...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
"Please, dude, please, do something na!" Alia begged. "What can I do, yaar?" Parineeti protested. "Please do my intro to him, no?" "Dude, I already did, when I brought him from the airport, no?" Parineeti reminded her. "Pari, why are you being like that? You also know that was just chalta-phirta intro. I was wearing fucking shorts! If I knew he was c...
This morning began like any other morning for me. I missed most of it. This is what comes of being a night person, you tend to miss most of the mornings, at least that part of the mornings between four and eleven. As far as I was concerned mornings ended not long after my head hit the pillow, and stuttered back to life at eleven. Whoever's pillow it was didn...
The odds against an American child growing up to be an NFL Quarterback or Victoria Secret model are on the order of 20 million to one. Most of us live at the median of the bell curve of human possibilities. Average looks. Average physique. Average intelligence. Average motivation. Average sex appeal. Not me. I belong to a subgroup that is blessed----or curs...
Jonas had been visiting Jenny at the massage parlor for nearly two years now. Although the sub-tropical Asian metropolis was not his home, he had been spending enough time there via prolonged trips to know the city well. Jonas first visited the massage parlor on an earlier visit to the city while in town for one of his first professional engagements there. A...
(Originally posted 07/JUL/2007) (Reviewed 27/MAY/2010) * Pulling out from the car park, they didn't speak, just exchanged looks back and forth, snapping their head back to front and center when they saw the other look at them. He broke the silence and asked her where her car was. She gave him directions; played with her clit under her dress. She loved wa...
Jonas was thrilled to have the invitation to Ian and Dinah's home for dinner. So anxious, in fact, that he arrived 30 minutes early. When the doorbell rang, Ian sprang to answer it as Dinah continued to feed Arielle. "Come in ... come in!" Ian and Jonas hugged, and then Ian led his uncle into the living room of the modest home. Jonas couldn't help but watch...