Alan Ledesma es un chico es un joven de 18 años mide es 1, 77 de estatura , su cuerpo es de contextura delgada , cabello marron y ojos marrones de piel blanca. cursa el segundo semestre del primer año de universidad en si un chico normal como cualquier otro Salvo por un detalle a Alan su presencia suele ser olvida por las personas con excepción de su padres...
"Hey Strawberry!" My boyfriend's voice summoned me back from gazing at the store display. I'd been trying to decide which fall jacket I was going to buy. I still hadn't made up my mind. "Alan, that was quick." Alan blushed. I liked it when he blushed although it did seem funny on a six foot tall blonde haired guy who did weights like it was a religion. Cute...
Happiness, your name is Strawberry #3 in the "Strawberry -- a Shanghai Girl in America" stories. This story is the immediate sequel to "Strawberry Loses Face" (which in turn is preceded by "Strawberry's Halloween"). If you haven't already read those, then I kind of recommend you read in sequence before you read this one. Or not as you choose -but they do...
Alan stood at the other end of the door, grinning a deceptive grin. "Now with that call out of the way, may I come in?" he asked. Tom moved to the side, and Alan made himself comfortable on one of the chairs in the small main room. "You smoke Tom?" he asked. "No, I quit a couple years ago. Besides, there's no smoking in the dor-". Alan pulled out a c...
Role-playing is something my husband and I have done for years to introduce more excitement into our sex lives. We’ve tried a variety of ideas ranging from the French maid scenario to the car mechanic servicing more than my car! For a couple in our 40’s, I think we have fared better than most other couples, when it comes down to sex! I’ve always been very r...
Strawberry – A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 04 Strawberry Under the Mistletoe – Part I – I'll Keep You Warm by Chloe Tzang © 2016 Chloe Tzang. All rights so reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the so express written permission of the author except for the use of so brief quotations i...
Working with Jose was something of a trial. "Alan, may I ask what you are thinking you are doing with that torch and those tanks of gas?" I closed the jeep door and frowned at Jose's shadowy figure, standing against the crumbled wall in the darkness. "We have to get in somehow, don't we? The door is reinforced with iron and the lock will be corroded shut,...
I'd never flown anywhere first class before, and I can see why people who do it, always do it. The first class seats are actually comfortable. You don't feel like herded cattle. Steven and Marcia were not in first class. I didn't miss them. Steven had turned into a mother hen, fussing over everything I ate, my exposure to sun, and how long I talked the two...
'Pygiaphilia' is my rendition of the sexual initiation of my long-ago lover, Alan (1934-1998), who was a fervent pygiaphile, and whose initiator possessed a prodigious posterior. But if that account implied that his passion was limited to huge hinderparts, the relay of the account of his second encounter should confirm that contour trumped quantity. Large wa...
I had been studying the Art of Witchcraft for over ten years. I had always been fascinated by the occult and when I found "The Book of Shadow" browsing through Granny's bookshelf, I was hooked. She made it imperative for me to learn from the best teachers and not to fall back into the easier "Black Magick". Granny took me in hand and soon set me along the ro...