I was in Montreal on business, though this day certainly wouldn’t be as arduous as others. A client of mine had invited me and 100 of his closest friends to celebrate the purchase of his fourth home. Known for his extravagant tastes (usually quite urban), this house was surprisingly located on Lake St. Louis in Beaconsfield—an upscale, but very private area.
I could tell this was going to be the usual business soiree when I pulled up to the house. In a street lined with the newest models
Mack Thompson had just returned to his hotel room following an intense workout at the fitness center and swimming pool. He was in town for a conference and had arrived a day early. At 30 years old he was the picture of health and could have been the poster guy for a fitness club. Mack stood at 6’2″ and weighed a chiseled 190 pounds. He had light brown hair that he always kept short and hazel eyes. He loved to play golf, ski and swim in addition to his routine gym workouts.
Mack
Metallic grey skies had hung over London for days before finally bursting into hours of torrential rain. Tom felt his spirits dampen beyond retrieval. He had been walking in Regent’s Park, the grim weather keeping it almost empty; now he needed some resolution to his mood. It was either Mozart on the South Bank or the whores out East.
He called a cab but by the time he reached Hungerford Bridge he realised that even Mozart’s sublime genius could not rescue him to-night. He gave the
Crack. The sound slices like a steel blade through the chatter of the conference room. Heads whip around, staring at me, while I stare at the broken glass of water. The glass of water I was supposed to bring.
“Well don’t just stand there, clean the bloody thing up.”
I bend down, black pencil skirt riding up slightly as I gingerly pick up the delicate shards of glass.
I glimpse my face, flushed bright red, reflected in the glass. To say my first week as an assistant at
Officer Christopher Milling took his job very seriously. He was a young 24 years old, he worked out everyday, ate healthy, and he wanted to make a difference. Despite of, or because, of his white trash upbringing. No one had ever encouraged him to be anything more than trailer trash, except his sister, Anna.
She was younger than him, but she always looked up to him, always made him believe that they would both get out of the “Fairmount Trailer Park” and the quick sand of a
Life is a strange thing. Just when you think you’ve got it figured out, it throws you a curveball.
My wife, Kara, is an extremely beautiful girl with long blonde hair and a toned tan body. She also happens to be extremely modest in the bedroom. Whenever we try something new I’m always the one making the suggestion.
Through the years I’ve learned that the best times to approach her with a new idea is after I’ve already gotten her in a nice horny mood. Slowly Kara has
He touched my back. A small touch. To anyone watching it would appear to be an accident. I stifled the sigh I felt wanted to escape at that touch. Now was not the time nor the place for such gestures. I frowned at him and worked my way towards the bar.
“Jack and Coke,” I told the bartender. The bar wasn’t exactly packed, but there were a number of people milling around.
Each with their own group of people. They were surrounded by their own crowds. Just as I was mine.
My group
“The ocean is so beautiful. I wish I could stay out here all night.” Cadence said, snuggling closer to her man. She sat and watched as the beautiful sunset was slowly dipping below the horizon. To her right the lifeguard was closing shop in his hut, leaving them alone on the beach. Most of the other people had already left; on occasion a couple would walk by, completely absorbed in each other.
“Think you could possibly extend your vacation for another week? It seems like you
Returning to school after summer vacation is always a tremendous bummer. As Britney Wilcox pressed the small red button on her car key, she sighed with a slight hint of despair as her 2009 Corvette convertible’s anti-theft system armed. Though this was the first day of her final year of high school, the eighteen year old would much rather be elsewhere;
back on Long Island would certainly be nice. Standing a solid 5’9″ on a pair of long, immaculately shaped, dark tan legs with
This is the stand alone sequel to Cross-country Road Trip which I would ask that you read first, but it really isn’t all that necessary.
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We were married almost immediately after our cross-country road trip was over. I called my oldest daughter and she and her husband joined your two children and their spouses for the ceremony which really was a simple affair. We dressed in our finery–you in a medium length white dress with a lot of
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