I would have to say that Norman is probably my very best friend. We started grade school together, then, graduated from high school together. We attended the same University and both graduated with honors. Neither of us had any brothers or sisters, so one might say that we were as close as brothers. We did everything together, hunting, fishing, partying, and yes, dating.
How can one describe in words the feeling that you get
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Description: A young Asian Player (aZiaN PLaYa in street slang) lusting after and screwing the different Asian hotties in his life.
Dr. Vivian McLeod was carefully retrieving a bug from the container. There were still a few specimens alive since she brought them back from Mirandas apartment. The doctor could still remember the night she received the call. “You have to come over and see this!” her boss said over the phone. Since then, five blocks around Mirandas building still remained in quarantine. The former leading scientist had been fired after the incident and they had reinforced security in the research facility.
I should start by giving you a little background. My name is Tracy. Trace to my friends. My last name doesnt matter and besides, I couldnt take all the phone calls. Believe it or not, the story you are about to read is true. You could find me in the phone book, and to be perfectly honest, I probably wouldnt mind if a few of you did call, but I couldnt handle you all.
It was starting to get dark but Thomas continued to drive. Where was the main highway? This was the last time hed listen to his damn friend again when it came to directions. Looking out he saw that they were going to have a bad snow storm soon from the darkening of the sky. Wonderful just wonderful! He was supposed to be home with the family getting nauseous at bad jokes, and pissed off at nosey siblings and cousins. Crap he wished he didnt have to go home this year for Christmas.
Ohhhh, Billy! Oh Billy! Ooooohhh! Mmmmmm! Wait, I dont know if we should do this!
Life was hard. I was 18 and out in the world by myself. My home life was not a pleasant situation. My Dad beat my Mom and if I happened to get in the way, he’d pound me to a pulp. I left home when I was 14. I wanted to stay and help my mom but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I love my mother dearly, but I just couldn’t handle it.
Julies water broke at 3:00 a.m., and Lukes day went more or less downhill from there. Despite Aprils journey down the same canal a year and a half earlier and rigorous attendance at Lamaze classes, Julies cervix remained stuck at three centimeters for most of the day. At 4:00 p.m., when the babys heart began showing signs of stress, the exhausted mother-to-be was rushed to the OR for an emergency Caesarian, and Luke was left alone to prepare himself as best he could for the birth of his second child. At loose ends and in need of the assurance of something familiar, he fished in his pocket for a quarter and lifted the receiver off the pay phone on the wall just inside the waiting room. He dialed his home number and listened impatiently to the clicks as the connection was made.
The fantasies flashed through his brain in little lightning shocks. Lips caressing the backs of upper thighs, licking softly, a white leg rising up an inch or two with each wet kiss… the aroma of untapped moisture from a steaming body, a hot fragrance. His testicles filled to bursting… plunging for the blessed snarl and gulp of the sticky mouth bath… spreading and splitting those thighs apart, burying his face against the drenched and turgid cavity… his tongue wet-sliding, dipping into the naked throb itself, toying there with the fire-hot vulva heart, licking and encircling the clit in a feathery rage… the candy taste and the swallowing of the creamed pussy.
Experts argue over whether or not a man is naturally monogamous. If we accept that he is, we must allow for the undeniable fact that many marriage partners are not satisfied with the favors of one mate.
Tamara Knudson had just turned sixteen years old and she was starting to figure out what being a woman was all about.
Of course I was worried when Tammy didnt come to school. And it wasnt only because we had an oral presentation due in our Senior History class. I was concerned because we had been dating for nearly 5 months, and for as long as I knew her she hadnt missed a single day of class. And besides, I missed her. We were supposed to stay after school today and I was going to help her with her math homework. That is to say, wed go to the library and make out, nestled between the bookshelves in the back. Though lately, it had been getting a little farther then just making out. The thought of yesterday afternoons situation crossed my mind. Did Tammy stay home because she was mad at me? She certainly was fuming when she left the library. I remember her running out of the library, tears streaming from her stunning hazel eyes, and me, dumbfounded, feeling like a heel. If I knew shed get that upset, I would have fucked her. * * *
It all started one night when we were at university party where the booze was flowing freely and one of the spaghetti straps on my strappy V-neck tank got ripped off in a silly drinking game. For the rest of that night I struggled to keep my right breast covered (no bra that night because my boyfriend, Ethan asked me not to wear one). What I did notice was that Ethan paid a lot of attention to me, and he didn’t seem at all worried that my nipple kept getting exposed.
Lisa Hamilton paced the outside aisle between the last row of desks and the windows. She could see the schoolyard and the small park beyond, its trees and shrubs just beginning to bud with spring, and because of the slant of the afternoon sun, she was also able to see her image reflected in the glass.
Rebecca Larson shifted nervously in her chair, gulping a vodka tonic to settle her jitters and numb her nerves. The thirty-eight-year-old woman didnt know why she had agreed to this in the first place. Now she was having serious, second thoughts about staying here.
Georgia is a 19 year old skinny girl, only 150 cm tall with little AA cup breasts and light brown hair. She spent her school years in an all-girls boarding school and after an amazing gap year spent on her father’s yacht in Ibiza harbour, she has to go back to England to go to University, a condition of her father handing over his multi-million pound business to her when he retires. This story is about Georgia’s first few months in her new apartment and it will make a lot more sense if you read the original series ‘Georgia’ first.
It was a smoldering summer morning, normal for Phoenix, when I chose to climb the wooden, six-foot-tall fence separating our backyard from our neighbors, to retrieve the basketball that had inadvertently bounced into their yard the previous day. I absolutely hated going over to a neighbors house, knocking on the door, and requesting something Id lost in their yard. Looking back, I have no idea why I felt that way. When I was eighteen it just seemed infinitely easier to climb the fence, toss the ball back over, and return the same way.
Beneath the outward serenity of small country towns run the same passions that we find in big cities and sprawling suburbia. Criminal acts are more apparent in the cities, but the same forces that drive urban man to crime are at work in our rural areas. So too are the forces that drive people to the pleasures of the flesh.