I struggled not to run home from school. It would arrive and day now and just the thought caused my heartbeat to quicken. Typically I got the mail before my mother, so I was not too concerned that she might discover it. If she did, I had a good excuse prepared, a reaction which I had practiced many times, for why an 18-year old boy would receive such a thing.
As I approached our large gated home I saw that her car was not in the driveway. I saw, too, that the mailbox was full. And peeking out
I met this lovely woman in a bar; she was tall, blonde and well developed. She came over and chatted me up, now I am not tall and well developed so I wasn’t sure why she did but I liked it.
“Hi I am Dominique, you can call me Dom,” she cooed, “and you are?”
“Jamie.”
“Ah Jamie, nice to meet you darling very feminine name isn’t it?”
“Well it goes for both genders but yeah I guess so.” This bugged me a bit as I never had a
She felt a sharp tug on her dark hair from behind as her head was jerked back. The suddenness of it almost caused her to fall down. She was able to maintain her balance as her body was pulled back sharply until it hit the chest of the man behind her. Another hand
Rob and Dolly Hamlin were sitting in Oldham’s Bar in North St. Louis having a drink with their son Scott. Oldham’s was a gathering place for most of the bikers in the area. Scott had a motorcycle customizing shop right next door and the location couldn’t have been better. It was like having the bar do your advertising and marketing for you, Scott said. The bar was packed this evening and the customers were the usual lot.
Some business types, “wannabe bikers”, Scott said. Tough looking bike club
This time he would pay, Jaci swore to herself. The bastard boss of hers. She had tolerated a lot from that guy in the last four years since they had started working together, but this was the final drop. She recalled long trips through the jungle with one ill-tempered and ill-mannered brute that had no tolerance for women being weaker when carrying 20 kg of equipment, or spending far too much time in the bathroom – especially the way he considered it.
She had tolerated it all, and only smiled
You are in detention in the school library. You just turned eighteen and you hate school. Your assignment is dull and your attention drifts. You eye the bookshelves, scanning the titles for something interesting. You pick out a big old art book with pictures. As you bring it from the shelf, something slips from within the bindings. A sheaf of glossy pages hit the floor.
Scrambling to pick them up, something turns in the pit of your stomach as your brain begins to process the brief flash of
I never thought that I would have Katya facedown with her ass in the air, but here she was. Her cute little rosebud totally exposed and at my mercy. I couldn’t wait to shove my 7-inch cock into her hot channel. How did this come to be you ask? Let me explain.
Katya is like my little sister. I first met her when she was 14 and I have known her for about 5 years. She is the best friend of my younger brother’s girlfriend Joye.
Since Joye was always at our house to see my brother Bill,
“Now, my dear, I must tell you that I’ve come to see you about a most important matter. One that involves both the Duke and his son.”
Mrs Mason looked across the tea cups with an arch expression on her face which seemed to imply a hidden insight into the mystique of the nobility. Since Diane Mason’s husband was the senior Steward of the Duke of Parsvale’s estate both he and his wife were really no more than glorified servants.
Still, if a cat could look at a king
Look at you now, was it only four weeks ago I said those same words.
Sitting on my big double bed I remember looking in the ornate dressing table mirror, look at you now Mrs Susan Watts; it was so strange to be called Watts, 21 years as Harbert, and for the last month Mrs Rupert Watts.
A month of bliss. My mind went back to that lovely honeymoon in the Seychelles and the things a new wife experienced.
I had saved myself; a refined bringing up, all girl school, and an important family had kept
I grabbed her from behind and she screamed —
“Wha –Mmmm!”
— before I gagged her with my hand and crushed my other around her waist, pinning her left arm to her side. I could feel the softness of her white terry cloth bathrobe through my sweatpants and black turtle neck shirt. God, she felt amazing, and I wondered if she could feel my own heart hammering in my chest as much as my nine inch hard-on pressing against her ass.
Her wet scream grew louder as my lips
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