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Cuando abres, los ojos, lo primero que ves frente a ti es el cielo estrellado. Tu primer pensamiento es que es... bonito. No se te ocurre otra manera de describirlo. Tu segundo pensamiento es... confuso, por llamarlo de alguna forma. No estás segura de qué estás haciendo aquí. De hecho no estás segura de nada. Todo lo que consigues recordar son imágenes suel...
It was Friday and I had just finished my second week of training at my firm's Northern Depot. It wasn't too bad a chore as it was close to where I used to live when I was a mere schoolchild so I new the area, but it was still a pain. I was staying in a nearby hotel but I thought that tonight I would venture back into the old area to see what it was like now...
Chapter 4: Destination Nowhere © Sadie Rose 1999 (Gore Warning: The culmination of this story is 'still' [apologies to Laurel and Manu] a tad violent, so anyone with a nervous disposition and/or weak stomach should cut away before the last page. Sorry :I ) SIMON "Why didn't you fucking wake me?" Simon yelled at his boyfriend, and not for the first time,...
When I was 21 I moved into my first apartment. The building had a lot of Spanish people. My neighbor was Mrs. rodregiez, She was 48 5'5, 140 pounds with a small stomach. You know the kind you get after you have kids. Through the walls I always hear yelling between her husband and their kids. I couldn't make out what was being said but I knew he was an ass ho...
"Oh, fuck it!" I exclaimed. I just barely landed in Rome when it was announced that the entire country of Italy was now under a mandatory lockdown. This trip had been in the works for most of my life, only to be ruined by this blasted coronavirus crap that everyone and their uncle had recently dismissed as just a Chinese problem. Whatever it might be, it wa...
"Nothing is simpler than to lose oneself in Venice; and nothing is more fun than to be in this labyrinth without a Minotaur, as a Theseus without an Ariadne's thread." Jean-Louis Vaudoyer Venice is sinking, so they say. The same They that mutter darkly about climate change and super volcanoes, but are reticent on the whole subject of exactly what We should...
"Tonight is a special night," Roger whispered in her ear. "Oh?" Patricia purred pressing her back against his chest. "How's that?" He slid his hands down her sides. The only barrier between his fingers and her skin was the silk of her dress. The tips of his fingers floated past her breasts. The lack of a bra sent electric bolts straight between her legs. H...
***Please note, this is a continuation of an old story in the Erotic Couplings section. It is also Book 3 of Trouble Texas Style series which included Night Walker's Woman and Tight Fittin' Jeans. These stories make more sense when read together.*** Laura folded the tiny white scrap. But it was difficult seeing anything as more moisture gathered in her eyes...
It had been four months since my ex had broken up with me. I admittedly had a hard time getting over being so unceremoniously dumped so those four months had passed without a date and without any female company outside of my close female friends. One Friday night after work I decided to "get back out there" as my friends had recommended so frequently. I was...