Years of teaching had made Ian Abercrombie oblivious to being observed. Having been a reporter readied him for public speaking. Daily peppering strangers about their lives most intimate or mundane aspects strengthened his confidence. Already possessing a commanding presence further eased his transition from well into fountain. Furthermore, if he retained an...
Walking in the street of a dangerous neighborhood that you never thought you be in, you , Jessica Queen, wearing your snapback obey, your red and white shirt , your jeans with two holes on the knees, and your new nike shoes ( from the pictures)decided to find some sweet and sensual black fun for your 18 birthday. As you walk down the street of a well known s...
Vous êtes Nadège, une jeune française qui vient juste de passer son BAC Scientifique. De taille moyenne, vous avez de long cheveux bruns et lisses, des yeux bruns également et un visage avenant. Sans avoir un visage d'une beauté sans faille, il irradie d'un charme naturel qui rend jalouses de nombreuses filles. Quant à votre corps, vos hanches et vos fesses...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. I do not own L.A.'s Finest or am affiliated with the show in anyway, this is fan fiction. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. This story was written for Sammycolt and features themes of hardcore male dominance and rough sex. If you are offended by this, don't read it. ***********...
For Miss Lola McGovern, history teacher, it had been a most trying day. First, there had been that mortifying encounter with Cliff Stone, where she had come worryingly close to betraying everything she believed in, and agreeing to have sex with him. Then she had got lost in an alien city, and been captured by these awful metallic creatures. They had bound he...
At a solid 5’10”, an amazonian figure, and brilliant red hair lesser woman call dyed, though never to your face, you cut an intimidating figure in your form fitting flight suit. On your hip you carry a stun whip and pistol. A bandolier draped across your shoulder (and oh so tastefully running between your breasts) contains the remaining tools of your trade....
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 are used only for the literary purposes...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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 are...
"That Ott guy you busted the other day wants to talk to you," a sheriff's deputy from the jail detail told Tim Jackman on the phone. "He says he knows stuff about some other crimes and wants to make a deal." It was almost end of shift, and Tim had been looking forward to going home and spending a quiet evening with his wife, Lynn. It didn't look like that w...
PART FOUR - BODRUM - 7 - Gabe froze as the door to the cellar began to open. Saphy slammed herself back against the wall on the side of the door that was beginning to open. She motioned dramatically at Gabe for him to do the same, a frown on her face beneath the flame coloured hair. As the entrance to the room opened, all Gabe could do was try and conceal...