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Hollylovely18@gmail.comUnknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930879029054732792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499785222032075059.post-52427841811639001562012-10-30T11:26:00.001-07:002012-10-30T11:27:03.469-07:00The Dark Free ChapterI published a story a few weeks ago that turned out very well. Check out this free sample chapter and see if you'd like to read the rest!<br />
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<b style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Dane murders his cellmate</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> and is kept in solitary confinement, and the prison keeps him in total darkness in order to conduct a study on sensory deprivation. He seethes like a caged animal in the endless black of his cell, until a student named Clara comes to question him for the study. The beautiful, naive girl enraptures Dane, as speaking to her provides his only stimulus through his bleak imprisonment. His lust grows insurmountable, and Dane obsesses over how to get the girl into his cell so he can taste, feel, smell, and release into her body. Clara, however, is unsure of what she wants; is the beast-like man in the cell still dangerous? </span><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Clara hasn't shown up for two
days. There's been nothing to write between the last four meals, just
a building aching and burning throughout my entire body. It feels
good, but it feels like hell. I am a sentient ball of fire. The
cement feels like its covered with sandpaper. My skin has grown
spongey from the darkness. I'm able to keep myself strong by doing
push ups in a slightly bent position, but at the end of workouts I'm
nearly tearing at my own skin with the fury my burning muscles leave
me in.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">The pent up energy is
incredible, and I need to release it. I have an erection for most of
my waking hours, and my hands keep crawling towards it for release.
Every part of me thinks and wills for relief, but the iota of me
encased in an impenetrable metal box, the part impervious to bending
to any will but my own, has stayed true. Unfortunately, it renders
me merciless to my other faculties. </span>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">My voice rips out of my throat
and throughout the small room. I yell incomprehensible threats,
relishing the taste of blood and the searing, dry pain in my throat.
My body flails against the door as if it means to bend the metal
backwards for just one sliver of light.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">When the slide opens and
Clara's eyes appear, they have the dream-quality of a vision.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"You." </span>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Clara backs up a bit from the
door. "Sorry, I've been gone." I can see the remnants of
the fear I've instilled in her during her last visit. The half of her
face I can see is a hyper-reality. I come close to the door and let
myself look at her full body again. She seems less human and more
animal. Her dress is more paint than clothing. It extends to
mid-calf, but she may as well be naked. I can see the outline of her
form down to how she might twist and squirm when laid on her back.
She seems to sense her own nakedness. She glances down at herself for
a moment, and then comes close to the door. Her smell floats by me
again.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"More questions today,
Dane?" she says. I register each grain of sound coming from her,
and I can pick up the small breaks between them that reveal her
nervousness.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"I'll tell you how I feel.
I've lived a black eternity in this box. I've been given two windows
out of it: bland food and you, Clara. What do you suppose I feel?
What sort of thoughts do you think go through me? I want you, and my
whole body shakes for it. Everything I'm made of shivers at the
thought of the small part of the day when your eyes are at my door."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Clara's eyes turn to the guard,
and quickly back to mine. "Do you feel in control?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"I don't know."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"What would you do to me
if the door wasn't in the way?" The way her mouth twitches, the
way she flares; I can tell that she's taking a risk. </span>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"I would use you. I don't
think I could control my body. It would take you, and I'd watch as it
pinned you and released into you. I wouldn't be able to stop it.
Maybe I'm not in control."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"You seem afraid. Are you
afraid of yourself?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I shake my head. "No. How
else should I react?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Clara watches me for a long
time. We read each others' eyes through the small window. Hers seem
to try and dig into mine. She focuses harder and harder, trying to
find something in me. I wonder if she finds what she's looking for.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"Would you come in here?"
I ask.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Clara laughs. The sound and the
small puff of air through the window are as refreshing as a drink.
"Even if the guard would let me in, I wouldn't want to come in,
Dane."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"Why wouldn't you?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"You're a killer. You just
told me you would 'release into me.'" </span>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"And you wouldn't want
that, even if I didn't kill you?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Clara's eyes search me again.
When I look at their blue I feel colder, as if she's looking at me
through a porthole. "I wouldn't want to risk it." she says.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"What do you have to
risk?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"Well, my life."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I
smile at her. The thought of ending the life of something so
beautiful seems absurd, and the frustration it causes boils through
me. "Well I don't want to </span><i>kill</i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">
you, Clara."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"I don't think you would
be able to control yourself with me in there. You said that you
wouldn't be able to, anyway." She starts to back away, but I
step back into darkness at the same time. She stops moving.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"Clara. I'd just like to
be close to you."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"You mean rape me."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"I've never mentioned
rape. I don't think I would rape you. For me that would mean
weakness."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"You don't have control.
You said that yourself." </span>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I smile. "You think that I
would succumb. I haven't for years."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"You've been in prison for
three years, now. You haven't... released since you've been in here?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"No." </span>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I can see her face soften,
almost imperceptively. Perhaps if my senses were dulled I wouldn't
see it, the skin under her eyes relaxing, the easier fall of her
breath. </span>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"Why should I come
inside?" she says.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"Ask yourself, it was your
idea."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"Well, it was just
hypothetical." Perhaps if she were older she wouldn't be so easy
to read. Her soft features tighten with worry. Her light eyebrows
furrow, and her mouth opens slightly, as if they might start to
quiver, as if she's begging me of something. Her youth makes her
candid.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"You want to be near me,
though." I say.</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Clara's face flashes soft, and
then instantly hardens. "You're a killer. I don't want to be
near you."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I step back into the cell. Her
eyes shift away when I'm far back enough for her to see my nakedness,
but she looks again when I'm hidden in the shadow. </span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.4in;">
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"You're so big, how do you
sleep on that cot?"</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.4in;">
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"I sleep on the floor."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">She peers into the darkness.
"You haven't asked for anything. Let me argue for you, light
during part of the day, more food, a trip out for a shower... I can
visit the warden."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I step back into the light from
the door-slot, and she keeps her eyes on me now. "I haven't
wanted anything like that. I don't mind the hose. Everyone gets the
same food. I'd rather not have any special treatments."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"But why?"</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.4in;">
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"I'll want something more.
I try not to worry about that sort of thing."</span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Clara nods. She shuffles her
papers. Suddenly her tone is cold and professional. "Okay, Dane.
Well, I'll be back tomorrow." she leaves the slot open as she
walks away, and I measure the clicking of her heels down the hallway.
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">In a minute the guard closes
the door, and I'm in the dark again.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> "You're not like other girls your age." Charlie said. He inched closer up her body. He could feel her naked legs shifting underneath him.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Rachel shook her head. "No, I'm not. But I have friends."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Rachel softened her expression at the camera, looking innocent and shocked as if Charlie had caught her off-guard laying naked in the forest. "I can tell you're excited." she said.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Charlie let out a gruff laugh. "I don't get to do a shoot like this often."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> "But I mean as a boy. A man. As a man you're excited about seeing me like this."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Charlie checked himself. What were this girl's intentions? Of course he was excited, he was on top of a beautiful, naked girl. Being excited just came with the work. "Yeah, I'm excited. Why wouldn't I be?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Rachel rested her hands on Charlie's thighs. "What goes through your head when you shoot a girl like this?" she asked. She moved her hands closer to Charlie's groin, and giggled at the shocked look on his face.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Charlie didn't give in to her teasing. "It helps to be attracted to the girl. If it's a nude shoot it's supposed to be sexy, and it helps if the camera likes the way you look. You're not as mature as I thought, you know."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> "Sure I am. I just know how to have fun." Now she gripped him full-on. Her hand squeezed the bulge in Charlie's jeans, and he lowered his camera and grunted at the bolt of lust that shot through him.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> "Are you nervous, being out here in public like this?" she asked. She worked him in her hand.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Charlie set his camera down and let himself put his hands on her warm stomach. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, their perky heft barely settling into her chest as she lay flat on her back. "It's not ideal," he said, "I'd like to have you behind a locked door, spread out on a bed, and tied down so I would know you weren't going to run away when things started to get painful." He bent down and kissed her, pulling on her plump little lip with a quick bite. "But I won't complain."</span></div>
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<br />Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930879029054732792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499785222032075059.post-27542789196243627622012-05-01T11:23:00.002-07:002012-05-01T11:23:55.345-07:00Three of My Favorites!I've put out a collection of three of my favorite longer stories for just $4.99! Check it out on the Kindle Marketplace.<br />
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I've published my first "choose your own story" erotica! Now It's up to you who you decide to be naughty with, or maybe you'll make the wrong choice and end up alone! Check it out on the Kindle market.<br />
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<b style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Alex has just been dropped into a world filled with women</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> eager to explore and have some good, dirty fun with him, but who will he choose? A foxy, blonde graduate student catches his attention in class, but he could also chase after the virgin freshman looking to expand her boundaries. If neither of those appeal to him, there is always a fiery one-night stand he could seek out. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's up for you to decide. The decisions you make in the early chapters will send you down different storylines, each with their own girls and explosive endings. Enjoy!</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><b style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Word Count: 12,732</b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><b style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Excerpt:</b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> "I'm in, I'll bet my bra." said Ashley.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> "Fold." Jill said. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> "Don't be boring, Jill." Ashley said. "You have to strip out of your jeans if you fold now anyway."</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> "Fine." said Jill. She unzipped the front of her jeans and worked them down to her hips. They were so tight that her panties rolled down with them, and a light tuft of hair was uncovered between her legs before she pulled her panties back up and pushed her jeans all the way down to her ankles.</span><br />
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"Happy?" she said.<br /> "Yes." said Alex. He felt his lust growing intensely hard at the sight of Jill's tanned, nearly naked body. She was breathing nervously, and it made her breasts swell against her chest. Her legs were long and lean, but they curved out at her thighs and hips in a way that made Alex grow instantly hard at the sight of her. He could barely take his eyes from the gentle curve at the front of her white panties that gave away the shape of her sex.<br /> "Alright then, my jeans and boxers for your dress and bra." Alex said. He laid his cards down.<br /> Ashley looked down at Alex's cards and smiled. She had beaten Alex's bluff, and she stood to help Alex up from the floor. "Take your time, now." she said.<br /> Alex laughed to himself. "Fair is fair." he said. He unzipped his jeans, and the girls gasped as his arousal became obvious to them. Jill looked away as Alex lowered his boxers to the floor, exposing his stiff cock to the girls. Ashley stepped closer to Alex and eyed him hungrily, but Alex barely noticed. He was watching Jill, and a thrill ran through him as her eyes betrayed her and she snuck a glance at Alex's nakedness.</div>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930879029054732792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499785222032075059.post-15591244390382832832012-04-25T10:48:00.001-07:002012-04-25T10:48:04.428-07:00Just Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Nick has the house to himself this weekend</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">, so he throws a party in order to seduce Rachel, a sexy, young dancer who has sent Nick naughty pictures of herself in the past. Leanne, Nick's best friend, is helping him throw the party. Leanne starts coming onto Nick after they mix alcohol with Nick's hot tub, and things take a sharp sexual turn. Nick finds himself throwing an after-party with three, young naked girls coming onto him. </span><b style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A hot story with a lot of action!</b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><b style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Word Count: 7,209</b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><b style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Excerpt:</b><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Nick felt the hand at his sex again. He stilled himself in the water as he felt the fingers search around his groin, and then grip onto his erect shaft. It was Leanne. Casey's arms were folded to hide her breasts, and Leanne was the only other person within arm's reach. She began to pump him with a hard grip, but slow enough so the others wouldn't be able to tell she had her hand on Nick. She moved over so that she was nearly sitting in his lap.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> "Come on girls, you're the odd ones out now." Rachel said. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Nicole and the brunette looked across the tub at each other. "At the same time?" Nicole said. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The girl nodded. They both untied their bikinis and held them against their chests. "One... two... three!" Nicole counted down. Both of them let their tops drop, and their breasts stood out just above the surface of the water.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Leanne's hand moved quicker against Nick. She began to rub her thumb over his head in slow circles, and Nick had trouble keeping himself from grunting with pleasure. It was maddening, sitting in a circle of naked women while Leanne pulsed her hand against him just slowly enough for him to be left unsatisfied. Nick reached down and felt for Leanne's bare sex. He slid his hand along her thigh, but she moved his hand away from hers before he could touch her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He frantically
felt her body, running his hands up and down her sides and along her
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collar again and gave him a hard kiss before looking him in the eye
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arms around Kat's back and unclipped her bra. She threw it from her
arms, and David kneaded her round, soft breasts in the palms of his
hands.</span></span></div>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930879029054732792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499785222032075059.post-9333046791217233022012-02-20T16:18:00.000-08:002012-02-20T16:18:50.404-08:00Twenty Stories Under $10!!!!!I've released my first GIANT book! It's one of the best deals for young erotica you'll find on the Amazon Kindle Market, filled with twenty of my stories for only $8.99.<br />
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