My apartment manager Alecia was crying again. Usually she waits until she gets into her apartment before she starts up, but this time I saw her wiping a tear from her face as she walked across our shared porch on the second floor. I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been in my living room
I’m exhausted. I came to save the Amazon and it’s killing me. Our whole team has been wiped out. I never thought Jane Wilson-Davidson would succumb, but she died yesterday. Sweat is pouring off me, as if I’m melting in the heat. I can feel my chest heaving, as if it’s going to explode or
My on air Greek Goddess hadn’t been around much lately busy with her on air duties plus being with her family I know not to bother her she’ll get in touch with me. Last night I’m sitting home my phone rings it’s my goddess… sorry I haven’t been around I’ve been really busy that’s ok
“Mr. Chandler!!!!” Todd turned at hearing his name called. A 18 year old beauty was facing him. Wholesome good looks, perky breasts, and a tiny waist perched atop a delightful bubble butt, tapering down to a pair of gorgeous gams, aptly displayed by her Daisy Dukes. Her low slung shorts exposed her hip bones, and
Lana Masters approached her brother’s service station with some trepidation. This was her first job, in actuality. She’d married young, when her boyfriend had knocked her up at age seventeen. The following ten years had been good, but then he’d been killed by a drunk driver leaving a bar. The life insurance had carried her
Boredom was my biggest enemy, my nemesis I would say. I spent most of my time battling this foe that crept up everyday as sure as the sun rose. I soaped my body twice and brushed my teeth until I couldn’t hold the foam any longer. I cursed that my sleep no longer cradled me
My wife and I were at her tenth high school reunion. We got married right after college that was four years ago. We did not have children, so we spent most of our time working and working out. We own a physical fitness club that does very well. Martha runs the business and teaches several
Because Cassandra had vacationed with a friend the previous summer — the first summer Harp Lake was used by its new owners — she had been there only on weekends during the fall and spring, and she knew little of the property. Thus she was able to enjoy the mysterious side trip as a genuine
“Delayed!” Mom said, disgustedly while scanning the arrival board. “Just like her to make me have to wait around longer.” “I don’t think Auntie Sin did that, Mom,” I told her from my spot on the end of the bench. Peering around dad, she pointed at me, “Your aunt’s name is Sinclair”. “She always says
Samantha stared blankly at the trade magazine in her lap, the words swimming randomly in front of her eyes like drops of rain rolling up a windshield coated with Rain-X. She hated these late-night conference calls with the Hong Kong office. They were so unproductive lately. Everyone was still nervous about the Chinese. Not that
If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he’d say “Magnifico!” But he’s biased! He not only owns it, he also built it. The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer
It was ten-thirty on a beautiful April morning when Conchi Thorne, the woman in Apartment 6-B, looked at her nude self in the bathroom mirror. She was preparing herself for Keith Broys who would come to her at eleven. Her breasts showed fair and firm in the long mirror; coral tipped and slightly aquiver in
In the course of history, bestial practices have not only been a private pastime but in various places and times have played a part in religious rituals, witchcraft rites, and public spectacles for the titillation of the masses. It is hardly surprising that the ancient Romans who made a arena spectacle out of everything from
Brenda couldn’t wait till tomorrow. Later, after dinner, as she sat in her room trying to concentrate on a book, she felt so horny she just couldn’t sit still. She kept recalling everything she’d seen when she spied on her aunt and uncle, and she remembered how excited Carol had gotten when Joe fucked her.
During the course of the years in which I have been more or less closely associated with other prostitutes I have frequently listened to explanations as to just what this one or that owed her degradation; the particular villainy to which she attributed her advent into a life of shame. The usual story is one