Out of a black unconsciousness, I started to slowly resurface. I was having an intense dream, where I was swimming beneath a waterfall naked. I floated on my back and let the water rain down on my pussy, stimulating me in a way that wouldn’t get me off, but was highly pleasurable nonetheless. I tried to tilt my hips so that the water would fall at the best angle, and at that point, I started to wake up further.
The waterfall feeling persisted, until I gained enough consciousness to
“How did I get myself into this mess?” I thought to myself as I lay there on the bottom bunk, in my new home for awhile. I jail cell in the State Penitentiary, with ‘Terry the Terror’ as my new roommate. My nightmare started three days ago when I decided to buy some weed.
I had went to a seedy part of town just looking for a little weed, nothing more.
I went to a spot one of my friends had told me about. Right on the corner, just like my friend had said, was a big tall
I was in the concessions line at Tampa Stadium when it happened. I’d sweetly volunteered to get the next round of beer for my boyfriend, so he could keep watching the half-time show. I knew he enjoyed watching the cheerleaders. I knew I had no reason to feel jealousy, as he would never cheat on me.
I’m sure every stadium concession stand is the same, especially at half time. The huge halls were jam-packed with people, you couldn’t even see your feet, there were so many people.
Amanda looked down at the doorknob with mixed emotions. On the other side of this door was a man that she knew, without any shadow of a doubt, that she hated. She hated everything that he was, everything that he stood for, and pretty much everything in his world.
She also knew that she was about to give him one of the best blowjobs that he would ever get in his miserable, pathetic life.
And that, for her own very private reasons, gave her great satisfaction. A touch of excitement also spiced
I work around men all day, not suit and tie types, but mechanics, truck drivers and factory workers. The blue collar type, with dirty hands and muscles hardened from hard work, really get me hot. I am one of the few women in sales to call on these types of customers, so naturally I draw a lot of attention when I walk in the shop. It doesn’t hurt that I am a tall, attractive redhead with 40DDD breasts.
I went into one of the shops the other day and inventoried their stock and wrote up
She should have been cold. The StealthSuit she wore was microns thin. She felt like she was naked and covered in a dusting of black powder. The Techs bragged that light slid off of the suit like water off a duck. The black body stocking was so sheer and felt so insubstantial that Natasha felt naked and exposed.
Natasha had laughed when she first saw the suit. It was no bigger than a Barbie Doll’s costume. Yet it easily stretched to cover her 5’4″, 120 pound body. The Tech who
My name is Elena. My husband and I are eastern Europeans who immigrated to the west four years ago. I have been told that I am attractive, despite standing only 5 feet tall and barely weighing 100 pounds. I have three daughters; 1 six years old, one 5 years old, and the other is 9 months. Having had a baby during the past year and still breast feeding my breast were still a large 34-B. Much larger than one would expect on a woman my size. And on my petite frame they looked very large.
I married
Erica was still sobbing as she walked up to the police station. It was night time and dark. She must have passed out on Mr Appleby’s floor after they raped her. And maybe Mr Appleby and his son had left her there. Because, when she woke up, they were nowhere to be seen.
She felt angry and hurt. Erica realized that Peter didn’t want to take her on a date at all. No. He wanted her to meet his father. They probably planned the whole thing.
They had both raped her. Father and son. Like
Once, there was a girl. She was a rather normal girl, with a sweet personality, but ordinary. The girl was responsible, pretty, if not quite beautiful with an unruly mop of auburn curls and piercing blue eyes. The young lady’s greatest pride was her academic grades at her school. Every semester she made Dean’s list, and the scholarships she won paid her way through school. She never caused a disruption and was a delight to her teachers. Life for her was simple, not complicated by
Jenni had come to LA about a year ago to make her name as an actress. She hadn’t worked for over two months, now, though. That was why she was wearing a too-tight yellow bikini and preparing to take yet another tray of drinks out to a bunch of drunk rich boys who weren’t much older than she was.
She sighed and tried to readjust her panties but whichever way you looked at it (and those guys were looking pretty hard) the bikini briefs were too small, riding high between the symmetrical cheeks of