It had been a long and pleasant evening. The double date started with a dinner out, then progressed to dancing and drinks at an upscale club, and was now ending up at Steve and Dana’s place for light night banter.
Rachel loved evenings like this. She enjoyed dressing in her sexy strapless night club dresses and she loved socializing with their best “couple friends”. She sipped her martini and smiled while her husband good-naturedly argued with Steve about someone from work.
I’d been sat staring at Amanda’s back for so long, I was surprised holes weren’t burning into her top from the intensity of my lust filled gaze. From my seat at the back of the lecture theatre, I had a perfect view of her down on the front row, chewing on the end of her pen.
That was one of the first things I liked about her, of all the students in here, she was the only one not typing away on a laptop, instead scrawling her notes down the old fashioned way. There was
It hadn’t been that long ago at all that their sleep over’s were nothing but staying up all night drinking as many Red Bull’s as their young bodies could take talking about nothing in particular while listening to whatever new music Naiya had downloaded onto her computer and they chatted with one friend or another on MySpace, AIM or through texts until they simply collapsed from exhaustion.
Occasionally they’d drink something a little more risqué than Red Bull or maybe
My roommate and I would always play “dare” games. Usually they were just harmless things like “I dare you to say hi to that guy” or “I dare you to ask that guy to dance” while in a bar. However, sometimes, it would get a little racy, like daring each other to flash some guys in a car on the freeway or something. But one time, we did something so outrageous that it is worth submitting.
We were at our apartment and were talking about guys and we were starting
Penny sorted through the mail. The usual lot: bills, catalogs, applications for credit cards. She was about to toss it all aside when a smallish envelope with very flowery handwriting caught her attention. She opened it and read: ‘You are cordially invited to a Lady of the Night lingerie party at the home of Kimberly Morgan, this Saturday, the twenty-first at one PM.’
Penny stared at the invitation. She read the name once more. ‘Kimberly Morgan.’
Again. This time, aloud.
Susan was swimming alone in the pool as I walked into the hotel pool area. It was after 2am and I was a little surprised that anyone was there at all. She looked up at me and smiled as she continued her backstroke laps. Susan was about 18, I thought, with a very athletic body.
She wore a red one-piece suit with high thigh-cut which clung tightly to her body. Her long blonde hair was wrapped in a tight ponytail.
“You’re a good swimmer” I said, attempting to start some
As soon as Luke Carlito saw the dark figure enter his club he knew it had to be a cop. Luke was the manager here at the Palomino Gentlemen’s Lounge, and he also acted as bouncer when the need arose. He always kept an eye on the door, both to keep out the riff-raff and to size up potential troublemakers.
Plainclothes cops he could also spot, but he generally didn’t mind them coming in unless they were looking for a reason to bust the joint, but that didn’t happened very often
Robyn sat at my side, her emerald eyes blazing with lust as she looked at my naked body. Nude herself, she was holding our strap-on in her hand. Bringing it to her mouth, she ran her tongue up and down it’s length. For some reason, I couldn’t move, so I just lay there before her watching as she continued her oral ministrations on the sex toy.
Her other hand rose to cup her breast, her thumb circling the nipple and I watched as it stiffened. Now she was sliding the length of the fake
“Ding,” the doorbell rang, and Miranda stopped breathing for a moment. “Ding, ding,” the doorbell rang, and she grabbed her glass, knocking it back before realizing it was empty. She grabbed the bottle, and it was empty, too. Getting up from the table, she swayed slightly and went to the kitchen sink, getting a glass from the cupboard and filling it from the tap. “Ding, ding,” the doorbell called again as she drank quickly.
Head slightly cleared, she walked
Celeste was always an affectionate woman from the time she was very young. In the time since she had a chance to settle down out of her wilder streaks, and after all that had happened to her in life, she had grown to be a bit lonesome. That changed in late 2006.
Quite some eventful months ago, she found a website spotlighting a young visionary that was provoked to offer hugs, free of charge, to our very impersonal, busy as beavers society.
In the dynamic and motivating video broadcasted on the