He was chosen the moment I saw him on the street that hot summer night. Tall, dark and handsome to say the least, and a young thing, surely of age, but no more than 20, I guessed, a tender and succulent morsel for seasoned predator like me. The wet warmth and pulsing tingle I felt between my thighs told me he was the one. I followed him at a discreet distan...
The third part of the story about Sammy the beautiful sexy Venezuelan girl that had come to share the apartment that I lived in, in Spain. Sammy's Panties and Sammy's Panties Part. 02 precede this story in content. Finally, in Part. 03 my fascination with her lingerie and her naughty ways come to collide for our mutual pleasure. I found my way out of the hy...
Red Rock A hot wife blooms in the desert This is the prequel to "The Lineman." It is the story of how Daphne became a hot wife. No part of this work may be reproduced for distribution by any means physical, mechanical or electronic without the express written permission of the copyright holder. This is a work of fiction intended for adult consumption onl...
There was a light knock on the door that brought Theresa's gaze up from the glow of her laptop screen. Her appointment had arrived. Just before closing the screen she glanced back to it and again read the bold names at the top of the page, 'Doug and Janice Sorenson'. "Come in." The leather creaked as Theresa eased back into her large red office chair that...
Thank you to everyone who is being patient with me. I'm learning to write better and I'm having a hard time determining how long each part should be. It looks longer on my computer than it does once it's posted. I hope this chapter is better than the last two. ***** Ally "You're in my seat." I don't look up. "No, I'm not. Your seat is up there. Besides,...
This has been ages in coming, and all I can do is humbly apologize. Real life was overwhelming for awhile and posting something bad for the sake of posting isn't really being true to the spirit of the story you all love to read and I love to write. A couple of notes: Free the Girls is a real charity. You can find out more about them by searching the nam...
Daniel pounded the bag like those demons from the fires of hell he had tried to outrun. His body needed to release the frustrations and doubts that his mind refused to admit. The past four days had been fucking amazing. After his little fight with Samuel on Monday and his surprising afternoon romp in bed with his wife, that word still stuck in his throat s...
The wooden rod smashed into the back of the shirtless Robert Chambers, causing him to wince with pain. "Who are you working for," the interrogator called out in English. Robert Chambers looked up and gave the same reply that he had been giving for the past hour of beating. "I am just a tourist. I was hiking in the jungle. I don't know what you are talking...
Maggie walked through campus, the cool autumn breeze rustling her brown locks. The wind gave her a chill and she pulled her black cardigan closed over her chest. Her hazel eyes took in the architecture as she strolled, older academic buildings mixed with more modern residence halls. The usual lush green courtyards were littered with shades of brown, yellow a...
You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my na...