Fields Pedigrees wasnt what Stella Burnside expected. The forty year old divorcee had picked the dog breeders name out of the phone book, and she expected to find a pet shop, or at least a kennel, at the address listed in the yellow pages. Instead, she found a sparkling white, old-fashioned wood-frame house, nestled calmly in the center of a residential block, looking no different from any of the other houses. The voluptuous black-haired woman checked the envelope on which she had jotted down the address, and she reviewed the directions that the young man had given her over the phone. Then she squinted carefully at the address over the green wood door to the white house. It all checked out — this pleasantly homey looking house must be Fields Pedigrees, even though there wasnt so much as a sign outside.
Stefan Rani was a tall, good looking guy, with really blonde hair and Windex blue eyes. Unlike a lot of handsome dudes he wasn’t full of himself and didn’t consider himself God’s gift to women as some in his situation might do.
From the backstage wings of the Lucky Nuggett lounge-stage Victor Redgrave studied Sherry Trent (that was her stage name) as she held the boozed and gambling-weary Las Vegas audience spellbound. Even at sixteen, his daughter Sherry had stage presence that some veteran singers might envy. Guitar in hand, her fringed, white western attire so tight-fitting it had the male members of the audience open-mouthed, Sherry held the entire audience in a near-hypnotic trance. Charisma, some critics called it. Victor knew it was sex-appeal. Whatever it was, Sherry had it — in spades — that and an incredible vocal talent that had raised her Nevada price to four-thousand dollars a week.
I was sitting in a rental on the Denver airport cell phone lot, waiting for my business partner to call so I could meet him at passenger pick-up. We had been awarded a large commercial job on a little historic town about eighteen miles outside of Denver and we had a dinner meeting in six hours to button up any last minute questions that the project owners may have. We also had a project overview presentation scheduled in their Denver office at ten in the morning, to brief the subcontractors.
This trip wasnt all that different from the typical
Yes, Miss Johnson, this cage of guinea pigs seems to be doing much better than the others. Ahem, that is, group B is doing better than group A! Betty Johnson peered into the cage to see what it was that Dr. Randolph was looking at. To her surprise the pretty young assistant saw that the four guinea pigs who had been recipients of Dr. Adam Randolphs special combination of glandular extractions were furiously fornicating in the most incredible combinations.
My affair with my sister began when we were kids. Even
I lead the typical boring life of a stay at home mom.
The onset of puberty invariably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a childs inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective.
Tamera West slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts werent on the screen, but on her date for that night, Eddie McDonald, a big, handsome boy, with craggy features like James Colburn — only younger, of course, Eddie was going to be a senior when school started again, (but sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) Shed only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, Nancy Cannon, whose steady boyfriend Jason, had brought Eddie along. And wow!
Scott Nelson felt a tightening in his groin as he watched Brenda casually undress. When she pulled her sweater over her shoulders, her young tits bobbed freely on her chest. Shed been braless, and that in itself was exciting to the forty-eight-year-old man. Her tits were like ripe pears perched on her slender chest, firm and a luscious pink.
In his pioneer work Psychopathia Sexualis, the German psychiatrist Richard von Krafft-Ebing remarked on the subject of incest, The preservation of the moral purity of family life is a product of civilization; and feelings of intense displeasure arise in an ethically intact man at the thought of lustful feelings towards a member of the same family. Only great sensuality and defective ideas of laws and morals can lead to incest.
The love of my life completely destroyed me. She obliterated my soul, my heart, my very being. I dont want to talk about exactly what happened. All you have to know is that I was in love with a lovely Latina girl, Larissa Jimenez. We dated for a year. Then one day she broke up with me, she never said why. I was so confused and it tore me apart everyday. She told me almost everyday that she loved me and wanted to be with me forever… so what happened?
Being a submissive does not happen over night…. I was mildly submissive as
In many cases todays marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of love.
Lisa Stiener was cleaning her sons room when she
As I said at the top – Im a slut and a swinger. Its a situation that suits both my husband and myself. Not that hes a swinger, as far as I know. Hes just screwing his secretary. Something I only discovered on returning home early from a holiday with my swinger lover. They were actually in mid-fuck when I entered the kitchen. I left them to it. It bothered me not a jot!
At first the young girl pretended the noise she heard was nothing but the wind rushing through the tall pines outside the cabin. At the age of fourteen, she considered herself too old to be frightened by a few stray sounds in the dark. But she couldnt keep herself from ducking her head under the cover and burrowing her turned-up nose under the pillow. She pressed her adolescent breasts into the smooth sheet and hugged one arm across her trim midriff for comfort. The light scuffling sound came again, closer this time, and she drew the lengths of her slim thighs up under the covers until her rounded knees were tight against the hardened tips of her small brown nipples. She lay in a ball in the middle of the unfamiliar bed and felt her heart trip faster and faster. She had to admit now that the noise wasnt coming from outside the cabin at all.
Description: A young Asian Player (aZiaN PLaYa in street slang) lusting after and screwing the different Asian hotties in his life.
Sensitive nose snuffing and eyes and ears attuned to everything that made a sound or moved in her natural habitat, the great burly bear moved gracefully through her territory on silent padded feet. She was not hungry, her nearly insatiable appetite for once satisfied. Food was abundant; brambles drooped with sweet berries; lightning-blazed hollow trees dripped with honey, and the numerous streams boiled with darting trout. The furry mother-to-be was content.
I understand theres an apartment for rent over this store.
I hate summer. I dont like the heat, I hate the beach because of the sand and the overcrowding, and just in general everything is too bright. Plus, summer means swim suit shopping and I hate that pretty much more than anything. However, my parents are firm believers in the Summer Family Beach Vacation cliché so here I am, on my way to the store with my older brother to buy a swimsuit.
A work bearing the title of The Five Bloods of Ireland would need no justification for its title other than that the contents of the work deal with the five principal septs or families of Ireland, i.e., the ONeils, the OConnors, the OBriens, the OLachlans, and the MMurroughs; a title of The Five Nations would likewise be as easily justified if the work dealt with the five confederated Indian tribes (the Mohawks, Oneidas, Onondagas, Cayugas, and Senecas), or, as was the case with Rudyard Kiplings volume of poems, if the five nations were the five component parts of the British Empire.
It had been some time since I last saw her and my lust for her body had been growing strong every day. I needed to see her, that beautiful face, that long blonde hair, feel her huge tits, feel her throat constricting around my cock, I needed to fuck her again. I sent her a snapchat of me stroking my thick 8 inch cock with the caption I want you. A few minutes later she sent me a reply snap showing her breasts that leave me speechless everytime I see them, the beyond impressive size of them and the erect pierced nipples with the caption When and where?