Abby and Tom gave each other a high five as they left the office in suburban San Diego. Abby said, “You were fantastic. I’ve been trying to get him to order our product for years, and you convinced him in less than an hour.” Tom replied, “I just pointed out the technical features in a
He knocked on the side door of the large house and waited patiently. A young maid in livery opened the door and smiled shyly, blushing when she saw his blue, red lined cloak. “Mistress called for me,” he said, handing her his card. “Please step in,” she said. He slipped into the side anteroom and
Julia was the most gorgeous 18 year old I had ever seen, she had long red wavy hair and deep green eyes, an absolute vixen. Her figure was mature beyond her years and the way she moved when she walked would have taken your breath away. God could only have created such a creature for
Glory turned slowly beneath the hot stream of the shower, the suds ran away from her body washing all remnants of body hair from her freshly shaved pussy. Her hand rubbed over the smooth lips of her vagina with satisfaction, enjoying the heightened sensitivity of her naked skin. She thought of her husband, probably still
“We’ve got a bad engine, Rollie.” Rollie Weaver shot a glance over his shoulder out the window. “I hear it.” The custom Curtis Freightking lurched to the left for a moment before Eva O’Hara steadied it. Rollie checked the chart. “There’s an island down there: Puago Island.” “Has it got an airstrip?” asked the lady
What puzzled me most was his silence. How could he not ask why? What could I say if he did? He had to have noticed. Well, maybe not the first night. We hadn’t had a moment’s privacy in almost three weeks, and we’d both been plied with alcohol, and we did finally have a room
I had been traveling for some time; I was tired, hungry and looking for somewhere to rest for the night. Pulling in to a sleazy looking roadside motel, I reluctantly yet thankfully booked in, ordered a hot meal and wearily trudged to my room. I had just stepped out of the shower when there was
The main problem for me as a teenager during summer holidays was finding the cash to have a good time. One summer when I was sixteen I scored a job cleaning cars on in a car sales yard. The girls were encouraged by management to wear bikinis with short sarongs and although it was a
Cuckoo…Cuckoo…Cuckoo. I looked up at the cuckoo clock and realized that you would be home in less than an hour. It’s been a rough week since you left. When you left, it felt like someone stole an important part of me, and I knew I wouldn’t be whole again until you returned. I really missed
The motor of the beast roared to life. A crunch and clunk of gears being selected and we suddenly lurched away from the curb, narrowly avoiding a collision as the large black vehicle dragging its carriage behind slipped into the procession of taxis and courtesy coaches filing past the front of the terminal building. We
She quietly closed the door. It took two readings of “The Polar Express”, one “Night before Christmas” and “The Fourth Wise Man” to get the two wiggle worms to fall asleep. Threatening that Santa wouldn’t come until they were asleep didn’t seem to do any good. “Mark, They’re asleep.” She stage whispered down the hall.
“It’s your wife,” my secretary said. “Thanks,” I’ll take it in my office. I sat down at my desk and picked up the phone. “Hello, Beautiful.” I said with a smile. “Hello!” came my wife’s sweet voice. “Guess what! Today’s the day!” “Really?” I said with some excitement. “So your sure now?” “You bet!” she
She was rapidly approaching the point of completely losing herself in the passion and pleasure of the moment. With her arms tied above her, and her legs tethered by long silken scarves to the posts and iron frame of the hotel bed, she could hear her own breathing accelerate with each passing moment. The new
“…and then the filtered signal goes to its ADSR envelope and then to its output.” Jenn was showing me her analog synthesizer design, carefully mapped out on a giant sheet of butcher paper, swiped from the art room. “And you have to use a separate mixer to get the final signal but that’s okay since
Tim was just 17 coming up to 18 and becoming more aware of just how different he was to other boys. Tim was the only child to a single mum called Tara, Tara Rose. Tara was not very tall at five foot four; with long blond hair green eyes and wonderful natural 34H tits that