Let me dance…don’t touch…don’t speak…just stare. Covet me from afar and let me feel your eyes. I am music, I am the beat…I am the passion of the song. Don’t try and capture me…I am just a song and all songs end. The lights dance with me, so I have no need for a lover;
She sat in her yellow bikini, enjoying the feeling of baby oil dripping down her body. She knew there were men staring at her, she enjoyed that. She enjoyed the feeling of eyes wandering over her and the idea of fantasies undressing her and taking her right there where she sat. One drop in particular
I awaken. I open my eyes, but am still enveloped in darkness. I try to get up, but my hands are tied behind my head, and my legs are tied down spread-eagled. My heart begins pumping hard and I can feel the fear and adrenaline surging. I’m about to scream when a soothing masculine voice
“How much is this,” Ben called to the proprietor of the junk/antique shop!?! “What have ya got there, sonny,” the old man asked while shuffling slowly over to where Ben was standing!!! “Just this old leather pouch with this little booklet and a funny looking glass crystal!!!” “Ten bucks and it’s yours,” the old man
“Please be seated Mrs. Gordon,” Samantha Oliver said, “I’ve been just been looking over your application and everything seems to be in order!” “From what I can gather from your app,” Sam continued, “you wish to perform oral sex on a young man with a large penis, and then have him reciprocate on you, is
