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Samantha Thompson’s interest in men had always been radically different than other eighteen year old women she knew. For some unknown reason Samantha had always been attracted too much older men. At night when she was alone in her bed masturbating she would often fantasize about seducing her best friends father. She could almost feel him eating her hot dripping snatch, or madly fucking her wet pussy and tight ass.

Samantha was an eighteen year old virgin when she met Scott during her

When the SUV pulled up near the oversize garage, Shelly looked over to her manager Mark with a strained expression on her face. Without a word, her face broadcasted everything she wanted to say.

“Look Shelly, we both agreed you needed to broaden your sound, this is an excellent opportunity.”

“Are we here because it’s an excellent opportunity or because it’s free?”

“Both. You know the agency doesn’t have the cash to line everyone up with a full

I got home from playing basketball, and my mom and her friends were in the middle of ladies bridge night. Two tables with four women each all looked over at me when I came through the door, and I turned a little red. I must have been a picture of loveliness, my sweat stained t-shirt clinging to my chest and back, my damp hair hanging in my face, basketball in the crook of my arm. I waved to my mom and headed upstairs. “Charlie!” she called after me.

I turned around and headed back

Jackie arrived at her house and retired to her bedroom. She threw her keys on the night stand before taking a few deep breaths. She wondered how she should spend the rest of her evening and night. She knew her husband was already asleep in his bedroom, passed out drunk. She was so bored with her marriage of six years that there was nothing left but empty feelings for her husband. She wished he would just leave and divorce her. All he cared about was getting drunk, day after day. It seemed as if

I had just moved into the apartment by myself, a long story but this was for the first time for a long time. To start with the freedom seemed great and I enjoyed not having any body under my feet or messing up my living space. After a few months my feeling on this started to change. I began to realise how good it was to have someone around to talk with, gossip and generally weigh up the days news, on the other hand I really didn’t want to get back into some heavy relationship.

I was

For a couple of years now I have worked outdoors picking flowers in a nursery. At the time it was a suitable job cause I wanted to spend more time out doors and be close to the guy I’d been dating for 2 years.

Then he decided to call it quits, said he needed a change and he was gone. I was shattered at first but then I started thinking I needed something new and exciting in my life. I am only 24 years old. Why not starting by look for a new job?

I was sick of wearing trackie dacks and

Except for the red glow from the digital alarm clock, which read 4:53, the room was still dark. My eyes had adjusted to the lack of light but I could still barely make out the features of Hokuto’s sleeping face. I propped myself up on an elbow and leaned close. It had been almost four months since the last time I’d seen him but it had seemed much longer. I’d expected him to look older, but all the lines and creases my eyes had traced and memorized in the past two years were

Chapter One

“Damn him. He wasn’t supposed to be the first one to go. He promised me. He’s really screwed it up, he has.”

Sadie, jarred by the tone of Jan’s voice, sat up on her haunches and nosed her head into her new mistress’s hand. Without even realizing she’d done it, Jan stroked Sadie’s head and behind an ear. Reassured, Sadie gave an “I wasn’t really worried” yawn and settled back on the ground beside the folding chair Jan

I wiped the counter clean for the fourth time; making sure to eliminate any crumbs or marks that might have evaded my first three passes. I sighed and looked at the clock – again. Only two minutes had gone by since my last glance. I looked at my watch and, of course, it said the same thing as the kitchen clock. Quarter of one. Aurelie would be arriving in fifteen minutes, and she was never late.

I had always been fairly mellow about the passing of time. But at age fifty-five I had

I have just finished two long days of wheeling and dealing in Wilmington, Delaware.

Before driving home to Philly, I decide to unwind, enjoy a little repast as I wait for the rush hour traffic on 95 to ease. So at 5:45 I enter the Green Room of the Hotel du Pont and am seated in the plush dinning room at a table for two quickly transpose to a table for one.

As I glance around the dining room, enjoying the elegant setting, I see a stunning woman sitting across and to the left of me. How strange