The rest of the men were returning from the showers after the big game, with towels wrapped round their waists just as Brock had walked back in with Winter. "Hey guys," he grinned mischievously. "Remember my new wife?" "The one you always say is the best piece of ass you ever had? Who could forget?" one of the guys laughed. "How would you all like to have...
After Winter had gotten the initial interview of Brock for the magazine through her own "special talents," she had found that though he was still gruff toward male and even some of the very few other women writers, he was charming with her. As a matter of fact, Winter was the only one allowed in the locker room after the games; he had made sure of that, esp...
Her editor had called Winter back into his office with the news that he was going to send her on an interview of a top player after that day's football game. Pete hadn't had much luck getting his male reporters to get a decent interview from the player, so he had figured maybe a woman would soften the dude up and give her something. Far from the stick fig...
For my darling across the waters. Your passions are endlessly inspiring. To my readers, please leave feedback and vote if you fancy this story... Or any others as you see fit. Thanks and enjoy. Kisses, YLA. * I tried to make the class environment a bit easier for Winter. She was just one of those girls. I gave her more leeway about not answering questions...
Dimitri walked along the stretch of road, taking a hit off of the cigarette in his hand. The sun was barely beginning to rise from its overnight slumber and was stretching tendrils into the sky as he walked unhurried even against the bone chilling cold of the November morning. His thoughts were rather scattered today and he often took walks to clear his head...
The first time I saw Winter she was riding Summer into the cold concrete floored antechamber. Winter was tall and thin and had shoulder length hair the color of pearl. She wore a noose around her neck that ran down between her jutting collar bones, the hard nipples of her flat chest, the blue veined abdomen and sharp pelvic girdle. The frayed rope ended betw...
"Mmm, Bastien..." Sebastien Byrne looked down in dismay, watching as his new bride lovingly faked her way through another orgasm. She was very good at it—soft and sweet, and imminently realistic. No glass-shattering screeches, or siren-like banshee wails. In fact, if he hadn't been inside of her when it happened, he would have sworn that it had been real. H...
Winter Lee, 18 years old, 5'2" tall, light complexion, sweet brown eyes, wavy chestnut hair that reaches halfway down her back, a beauty mark under her right eye. Her mother, Joanna, died when she was too young to remember. Her father was left a broken man, but still able to be a decent parent. Eventually he met Regina Appleton, a woman whose beauty is onl...
Alan Winter wasn't in the Shop and Save to buy anything but that didn't mean he wasn't doing some shopping as he pushed the empty cart up the aisle. The middle aged divorcee did put a bag of carrots in the cart just so he didn't look stupid, but his eyes were on the girl who he had noticed coming into the market as he was leaving the bank next door. To mos...
Her moan was as soft and as exquisite as a field's first bloom, even while her quivering body like a thousand mothers birthing new life into the world. A radiant smile grew across Summer's lips as she mused on how she could still get such a reaction from her sister after all these eons. Stepping out of her form with her mind's eye, she gazed upon their avata...