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Fear, confusion, panic . . . all those emotions and more overcame Jacinda Montenegro in a horrifying instant. She was frozen to the spot where she sat; she couldn’t move. She felt paralyzed, unable to budge, incapable of moving a Devamı…
Her boss was getting married, for the third time. The reception was at his place, a sprawling estate on the north shore of Long Island, and I dreaded it. Summers were too hot for suits, but she had to go Devamı…
This story was originally posted to another site and was modified to be submitted here. This one’s for you, Cowboy! ~~~ 1600 Hours She was wet and ready. She had been ready since his phone call almost an hour ago Devamı…
“Them There Eyes” It was the hottest day of the summer. I took my two kids, ages six and eight, and went to our town’s public swimming pool. It is an elaborate facility with one large pool and multiple small Devamı…
Several days passed with conversation, drinks and the odd meal but no sex going on between us until that is Friday evening, just after 7pm I answered a knock at the door, to find Ria standing there in a tight Devamı…
As he walked through the forest, Nathan listened to the sounds around him. He could hear the soft murmur of the stream in the distance as it emptied into the lake and the distinct call of the parrots as they Devamı…
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It’s Wednesday evening inside the university gymnasium. Wrestling practice is over and all of the athlete’s go toward the locker room. Mrs. Keller (28 yrs.) is a hot divorcee (36-24-32) who is a high school English teacher. She’s been standing Devamı…
It was getting late. We had to tear ourselves away from the bar, and get to the BART train, before they stopped letting people into the system. I paid the bar tab, grabbed your hand and we headed out the Devamı…