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
He leans over my ear and whispers: ‘Are you going to obey me, or am I going to have to hurt you?’ His blue eyes glimmer in the twilit room. I am gagged and roped. I know I’m sitting down, but I can’t move her arms or legs. ‘Do you want me to untie you?’
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
Dad wanted to throw a New Years Eve party last year and mom liked the idea. So Dad wanted me to go to a friend’s place to stay for the night but at the last minute they had to go out of town, so I stayed home. I told Dad that I would stay in
Peter buried his face in Susana’s neck, his hot breath coming in explosive bursts, his back humped and his hips working overtime, driving his pistoning prick faster, further, in and out of the clasping, grasping, churning channel of yearning flesh which was all that remained of her conscious being. Her splayed legs, unbidden, rose to
In the spring of her sophomore year, Annette Holley was a prime piece of fuckable American womanhood. Her bright blue eyes were highlighted by a shock of long black hair which flowed down her shoulders. A sensuously shaped mouth gave the impression that she was no stranger to cock-sucking. Her ruby lips invited penetration, whether
The airport was crowded and his flight was delayed for over an hour. She was all dressed up and excited to see him as it had been 2 months since he visited. All Tiffany could think about was getting him home and seducing him. The terminal started to clear as planes had landed. She sat
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Chuck woke up when he heard his bedroom door opening. It was after midnight on a Friday night, technically it was the wee hours of Saturday morning and that also made it Chuck’s eighteenth birthday. He peeked out through partially opened eyes and saw his older sister and her housemate standing in his bedroom doorway.
My wife Sue and I had often joked about the “Seven Year Itch” and now here we were coming up on our seventh anniversary and I had to admit that although the relationship was still just as good or even better than it was, the sex was getting a bit boring and no where near
Hello once again. I’ve got another story for you. This happened when I was almost 19, while I was at summer camp. The camp I went to, while coed, had the guys and the girl separated (separated barracks, showers, groups, activities, ect.). So, other than the few hours of “free” time, joint activities and dances,
Ashley’s words of wisdom turned out to be some of the best advice Mike and Melody could have ever received. Though they made little progress in learning more about Melody’s dreams, they took the mindset of not letting it take over their lives. Rather, they enjoyed every moment of their engagement and savored it as
Numb, I wandered aimlessly around my house, thinking about what had happened and wondering what to do next. I threw the under-shorts in the washing and turned on the machine, wanting to get rid of the evidence I moped around the house and, late in the afternoon, got my gear ready for the nights performance.
Life’s tough in the big city, especially as a junior executive in a global conglomerate. I was so far down the pecking order I couldn’t even see the Vice President’s office, let alone dream about being in it. That’s why I had to get the promotion. “It’s two levels above me, Melanie,” I said to
Gillian clutched the cold tabletop and lay there, sobbing. Her ass ached, and her body throbbed with the pain of the abuses she’d suffered. Desperately, she raised her head and tried to see if there was some way out of the room, but there was only the one door and she knew that it would