I arrive on court wearing my pristine tennis shirt and skirt. He's slouched on the bench outside the saggy chain-link fence in some tattered denim shorts and a vest which accentuates his hairy chest. I slide back the rusty bar to the gate and come on cour...
Angie is a bag of nerves. Her stomach's in her throat. Her hands are trembling. And her heart is pumping madly. She hasn't behaved like this before. Angie always acted faithfully. The thought of what she's about to do sickens her to the core. But she is d...
The hairbrush glides through locks of silver with a lavender hue. Soft moans escape her lips, and her eyes flutter, revealing sheer and utter bliss. Hands roam softly over ageless skin, cradling luscious breasts as her nipples stand at attention for him....
It was a long evening. I had just attended another Diamondbacks' loss. Luckily and mercifully, the baseball season was. As I was driving home, I noticed a lady with car trouble on the side of the road. Usually, I am very cautious and would pass her by, bu...
