Chapter Four The Next Valentine's Day "I'm ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille," said Monica haughtily leaning against the balustrade looking nothing like Gloria Swanson for whom she supposedly emulated. For one she was too tall and lithe, not the petite silent movie star. Secondly she was way too young. And, perhaps most importantly, she dressed in a sheer...
Trade shows are usually the same every time. Moving from booth to booth gathering information and collecting all the free stuff that the vendors have to offer. This particular show was out of town and so I had to get a room at the hotel where the show was being held. Every time I have my own room I always get ideas running through my head about how great it...
Whitney handed the camera to Lana and slowly peeled out of his clothes, feeling his cock twitch and quiver as he stared at the naked blonde at his feet. She was watching him over her shoulder, wiggling her ass back and forth, her fingers working in and out of her wet, loose-lipped pussy. Her eyes were half-closed with lust and he could hear the soft moanin...
[This story involves adults of age 18 years or more. To enhance your reading pleasure, it is suggested but not required that you read Part1through 4of this series] It was a warm evening. Cathy was at the front yard of her house, as she watered the recently planted roses. She is generally in great mood when she interacts with nature like that. She was thin...
Part 1: Getting Ready It has been a couple of months since Dick and Jane had managed to get out for a play date. The Christmas period had taken its toll in terms of time available, although they'd both been on a fitness drive - and the results of their running and swimming were definitely showing. Cuddling in bed one evening they were perusing their favo...
As chat up lines went, it wasn't the most original that Emma had ever heard, not that she really minded. She wasn't looking for originality, she was looking for a good time and she had already got a free drink out of it at the very least. His name was Mark, or so he said. Emma was prepared to suspend her scepticism until she had a reason to believe otherwise...
Really debated which category this story belonged in as I could see it fitting into a couple different ones. Probably chose the wrong one, lol As always, appreciate criticism, even when I do not agree with it. Anonymous comments disabled because they've not constructive or entertaining for the most part. Anyway, hope you enjoy. ***** Claudia Scriver was on...
"Wakey wakey sweetie!" Paula beamed. "What is it?" Samantha mumbled, half asleep. "What do you mean what is it? It's Christmas!" Samantha's eyes lit up and slowly got up only for her to be tackled back down by Paula with the latter's boobs in the former's face. "Merry Christmas Sammy!" Paula cheered. She let go of the young woman. "Your boobs in my face...
"Hello? This is Beth Roberts. I need a limousine this afternoon. My husband David hired a limousine last Saturday, but I can't remember the driver's name. I wonder if you could check your records and tell me whether he is available this evening?" Beth asked in her best professional voice. "Yes, I can hold." The hold seemed never ending. Actually the dispatc...
Cliché - a phrase, opinion, or circumstance in this case that is overused and betrays a lack of original thought. There are probably a few of them in here but I wrote this not for the Cliques Against Numbing Clichés but because I wanted to play at something different even if it was a chestnut. I had fun between 3-4PM this week in any event. Flash Burnt Ora...