Smita looked at her reflection in the glass door while waiting for the elevator. The 25-year old law student looked good tonight. Her long dark hair hung freely over her shoulders. She was wearing a short black skirt with sheer thigh-high stockings no more than a few inches higher than the hem of her skirt. She preferred wearing garter belts and stockings opposed to pantyhose. Her sexy slip-on heals did little to increase her 5’2″ height.
Her white blouse was comfortably snug, and
I guess it started a few years ago. I have always been a lover of erotica and pornography, so it became a daily ritual for me to get on the ‘Net and do some surfing. I loved the great amount of hot stories and explicit photos I found, and it exposed me to some things that I had never seen.
One of these forbidden areas was male-to-male erotica. At first I reacted like any red-blooded American male is supposed to feel – repulsed. But after years of seeing women enjoying a nice, hard cock in their
Многие критики говорят об Анджелине Джоли как о звезде номер…
There was just something about her. From all the way across the crowded reception hall, she caught Larry’s eye. Larry had been thinking about cutting out early. He had been invited to the wedding of a friend of a friend mostly to be a “seat-filler” he thought. Or to even up the number of unattached males to females.
But it seemed that most of the ladies had “paired off” with other guys and, with no promising prospects in sight, he was ready to head out. Until he
Hi, I have never regarded myself as a bit of a dummy, even if I was! A person that can be somehow led by the nose, fooled and conned. I had always been a bit of a follower, when people, even in school suggested something I always got roped in. I used to get into trouble because of it too, but adults soon understood that, while I wasn’t aware of me, they were.
But I was like a sponge, I took everything in and I fell for what happened so easily it was untrue. But I have to say that I am now
Prelude:
“I’ll be back in about half an hour, Rod is here if you need anything.”
I knew Erin’s comment was meant more for her husband. Rod had suffered a stroke two years previous, and although he could get around, I had come to learn in the several weeks I worked for them he managed little more than pressing the garage door opener so I could get at their gardening tools. This summer I decided I would do what I loved for a change. We needed extra cash to pull ourselves
“I’m gonna make a move mate.”
“You’re going home?” Daryl asked, incredulously.
“Nah, I’m gonna check out Diva. C’mon, it’s dead in here.”
Daryl turned to the bar, his eyes feasting on the new girl. “I got things I wanna check out in here first,” he replied, raising his eyebrows and nodding at the petite blonde.
Pete shook his head, spoke sternly. “Be careful, yeah? Lucy don’t deserve that.” He
Dial the phone, choose a category, wait for a connection with someone in my area. As simple as that. As anonymous as I choose to be. I choose the category man on man phone sex. When I discovered this phone line a couple months back I discovered how exciting phone sex can be. And I quickly realized that men are so much better than women at phone sex.
Simple, anonymous, so why am I so nervous as I wait for a connection? I am nervous but also extremely eager. Lately I have been fantasizing more
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Leaving his two bodyguards outside, the tall, handsome askari with the tribal tattoo swirled on his cheek came blinking into the purple tent, out of the strong morning sunshine. The shadowed coolness was welcome after the equatorial Sun’s heat against his dark brown perspiring skin.
“Welcome, welcome, o’ Worthy to the humble tents of the Dhahabu Market,” said the short squat slaver, who ushered the Inlander warrior in with an ingratiating smile.
The slaver gestured to a
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