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The Visit

I’d come 3000 miles to visit her. We had known each other for years online and become good friends, but finally business had brought me to California. After a day of seminars she picked me up at my hotel.

When I first saw her my heart skipped a beat, she was far more beautiful in person than in a computer graphic image. Her blonde hair shimmered in the California sun. She wore a pink tight knit one piece dress pulled down off her shoulders that tried to take the place of her obviously missing bra allowing her breasts to move so sensuously when she walked. Her high heels accentuated her long and graceful legs. Read the rest of this entry »

The Two Bus Rides

It was the beginning of December and the landscape along the highway was snow covered. She blankly gazed out the window of the bus, lost in her portable cd player.

Their song was playing. She had set the cd player to play it on repeat and hadn’t switched it off for the whole, hour and a half, bus ride.

“This was it!”, she thought. She finally was doing something wild. She had met Ryan years ago, but had lost touch. Only recently did she discover his number in one of her numerous notebooks and decide to call it. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Trinity Ch. 5

*CHARISMA’S DANCE*

Charisma is a beautiful, sultry red head. Her luxuriant locks flow like the mane of a majestic lion, full, long and thick. Gold, circular clips cover her ear lobes, and dangling from those solid gold orbs are large golden hoops. Her high heels are made of a clear see through plastic, with only a clear, wide strap running across the top of her foot to hold it in place. This design allows her toes the freedom to exhibit their nails.

They have been most definitely pedicured, pampered, and painted. Hot pink was the color of the day, and they were a perfect match with Charisma’s long, manicured hot pink fingernails. Today, she is loosely wearing a black leather biker’s jacket that comes down only to her waist. She wears nothing underneath it. Her legs are shaved so very smoothly that you could believe that they had always been hairless. Charisma prefers them that way, because she doesn’t like to wear stockings. She wears a black leather mask that hides her face from the bridge of her nose up, revealing only her exotic eyes and beautiful smile. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Trinity Ch. 6

*A WOMAN OF LETTERS*

Phillip awakened early the next morning. He had placed Nikki’s second letter on the nightstand next to the bed. He turned on the lamp that was there on the nightstand, sat up in the bed, and opened the letter.

“”My Dearest Phillip,”

“Your love means the world to me. You are the only trustworthy and honorable man I have ever known and I feel blessed that you are mine. You are wonderful in so many ways, but the fact that you are faithful, a “one woman man”, is the thing that I appreciate most about you. One of the other major reasons that I love you so deeply is that you really do understand me and my needs.” Read the rest of this entry »

The Trinity Ch. 3

*TOI STORY II *

Every time that Toi would appear, the sex got rougher and rougher. That’s the way Toi liked it. Phillip, early on in their affair, began to change. It seems that he started to realize what Toi was all about. What it was that she really needed. Toi was a slut who loves to be the “victim.” She loves to be tied up, bound, sometimes even gagged. She “gets off” when she is spanked. And how she loves it when a turned on vibrator is lightly oiled and inserted into her vagina or her tight little ass by her lover. She wants, actually needs, for Phillip to be rough and to talk dirty to her, telling her what a slut and a whore she really is! Phillip was apparently learning that behind closed doors, not all women appreciate Mr. Niceguy. Read the rest of this entry »

The Tour Bus

Janet shielded her eyes from the sun. The bright light was blinding compared to the dimness of the plane. She was exhausted from the flight. Everyone else had left for Chicago yesterday and she had been put in charge of finding the lost luggage.

Letting out a sigh, Janet thought about the woes of being a tour manager.

It was exactly what she wanted to do but sometimes it could be trying. Especially when she was the glue that held the tour together. She did everything to making sure the equipment was where it was supposed to be to supplying the guys’ quirky little requests before each show. Read the rest of this entry »

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