I slammed the door behind me as I walked in the house, getting home from work. My boyfriend, Jason, had called me while I was driving to tell me that he wasn’t coming over tonight. I was incredibly angry at him — my parents hardly ever left me home alone, and I had been looking forward to having him over for most of the weekend. I had planned everything out, and had spent most of the day thinking about taking him into the hot tub, where we would fool around, ending the night with a
Dawn Garth took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She took the five or six steps down that led through a curtained archway and into the spacious room. Nervously, the blond woman scanned the entire area. Her eyes swept over the bar, where a few stools were occupied, to the couples on the dance floor. She took in the row of tables on the far side as well as the booths scattered against the back wall.
In spite of her nervousness, her foot twitched to the music pouring from the bandstand in
Back For More
It had been nearly a year since that day at the sauna, but I can’t say that a lot had changed for me in that time. Lachlan, the skip on the ‘Mary’ had taken me back on the boat. We got along pretty well considering he’d caught me fucking his girlfriend up the ass, and had broken my arm. Sandy was my ex-wife, and I’d known Lachlan a lot longer than I’d known her, so me and him got together over a beer and decided she wasn’t worth falling
William Devlin made ready the umbrellas, the seating, and even metered the ambient light of the room in preparation for his new client. Ms. Kayden Summers she had requested a series of bust close ups of herself in a long black gown.
She had found his little off path studio via referral from a young lady that had sat for a series of graduation photos several years back.
William picked up a good deal of work that way most of it in the spring and fall of the year.
Her voice had been soft as she
Story Code: M/F, Family Sex, Incest, Impregnation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
In 2011 there was a drought, just a minor inconvenience to most domestic water users but on a farm, not being able to water your crops can be financially ruinous. The field at the head of the valley was called ‘Spring Field’ on the farm deeds so my father-in-law asked my husband to do a little digging through the parish records to see if there had been any mention of an actual spring in that field.
There
There’s a standard joke when the UK is hit with cold weather – that we’re utterly unable to cope. Even a sprinkling of the white stuff brings the road and rail networks virtually crashing to a halt. Schools close, people can’t get to work, supermarkets are swamped by panic buyers and tabloids declare ‘SNOWMAGEDDON!’
Despite this, young people still go out clubbing wearing virtually nothing. I can remember Christmas and New Year’s Eves in my late teens,
When I was 19-20, I worked as a production assistant for a TV show which I won’t name. It was not a huge deal. It was steadily successful in a small way, and is still on today. It was a fun job. Most PA jobs are not. You run shitty errands and never get appreciated. Usually the boss treats you like shit. This job was different. People were friendly.
They were all geeks and counter-culture people who blew off the norms of Hollywood bull-crap. Several of them were British, and certainly,
The Wrightsville yacht harbor dipped beneath the horizon off the stern of the big sloop. As its hull neatly parted the waves, the rigging beneath the taut sail hummed while the breeze of the yacht’s passage gave relief from the muggy July heat of the North Carolina coast. Brenda watched the coast disappear for a few minutes and then turned to the woman sitting beside her.
“I had no idea the Promiscuous Miss was so big! When you invited us out to sail to Bermuda I have visions of
The Wrightsville yacht harbor dipped beneath the horizon off the stern of the big sloop. As its hull neatly parted the waves, the rigging beneath the taut sail hummed while the breeze of the yacht’s passage gave relief from the muggy July heat of the North Carolina coast. Brenda watched the coast disappear for a few minutes and then turned to the woman sitting beside her.
“I had no idea the Promiscuous Miss was so big! When you invited us out to sail to Bermuda I have visions of
Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist’s office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She’d made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that’d she’d be home by six o’ clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany’s long, dark hair was pulled up into a
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