Fantasy 4: Muy Caliente Arnold Craven’s rolls up his magical mystery tour with Salma Hayek Our man about town Arnold Craven entered Cedars Hospital to visit his friend Johnny Olron who recently figured out in a car race accident. “Valves burned out,” Johnny had said on the phone. Along the way while waiting for the elevator door to open, he overheard a c...
Dear Xandra, There were four of them this time. Every time they manifest themselves they appear in the guise of actresses that I've recently "pleasured" myself to. Two in particular, the two entities that materialized the previous time to this one, seem different in appearance, but their essence seems familiar. It sounds crazy, but it's true. Specifically t...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Los Angeles, California "Cut! We need to redo the scene over again, one more time!" The voice calling out was that of a director annoyed at the scene unfolding before him. John Allen had been working tirelessl...
Note- Final chapter in my made up story based on celebrity and not actually a true portrayal of events. xxx Jennifer Lopez and her hated rival Salma Hayek sat up straight in their Business Class seats and stared at the smug looking Jennifer Aniston who was sandwiched between them. All three were more than half way to Hong Kong, the first stop over on thei...
Note - This story involves scat. If you are offended by reading about chicks pooping, don't read. * * * * * Life has been really tough on Jennifer Lopez since her public breakup with Sean "Puffy" Combs. "WHEW." she sighed, racing to the nearest toilet. She had just got done performing for thousands of people on a hot and humid day. Shouldn't have worn th...
Summer 2005 Her kisses were hard, hot and wet. Those words were already easy to use when talking about Salma Hayek. I'd had the chance to do all that with her for a month, but not that physically yet. Somehow, it seemed she was trying to change that here and now. In an empty room at an industry party we were attending. But thanks to those hard, hot wet ki...
September 2013 I am a 24-year-old living in Hollywood, and I can afford to rent a $9,500 starter home in the Hollywood Hills. And if you didn't already envy and/or hate my guts enough, that home I wanted was being put up for rent by Salma Hayek. If you can still stand to listen to me after hearing that, I'll go on for you. I went up the hills to inquire a...
"Hey buddy, don't make assumptions about me just because I'm from Saudi Arabia," Afsane Salman said vehemently, glaring at Aaron Vincent, and the big and tall, burly and dark-skinned young Haitian scholar almost flinched in his seat, a meter or so from hers. Even though Afsane was only five-foot-six, the chubby, bronze-skinned young Saudi Arabian Muslim woma...
What do you get a woman who's financially set for any holiday, much less Valentine's Day? Lexi was not one to buy into the commercialism of the holiday. But, under that sometimes bitchy exterior was a hopeless romantic. Lexi had let me see that side of her more than once. So it was a surprise to me when I found out we were not spending Valentine's weekend...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. ****************** Los Angeles, California July 2013 Hanging from a white painted ceiling was a fan with rotating blades rotating at a moderate sp...