Saturday Night
That Saturday night when I was stood in the bar, having a drink after a long day at work. Nothing
DevamThat Saturday night when I was stood in the bar, having a drink after a long day at work. Nothing
DevamShe was on all fours in front of me, her shortish dark hair hanging forward, caressing her cheeks. She was
Devam“Ok, honey, I’m heading to my appointment. I’ll be back soon.” Sarah felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. She’d
DevamSapphira rode the elevator up the executive floor with a calm expression on her face as she exchanged pleasantries with
DevamSamuel J. Roland was 19 years old and the youngest in his family he had an older brother and an
DevamThe tall good looking young man confidently approached the 30-ish woman seated at the bar. Wearing a stylish one piece
DevamRumor opened her eyes to find yet another beautiful sunrise peeking thru her window. She smiled, just knowing in her
DevamMallory can’t believe her eyes. There he is! Sitting right across from her in the beach cabana. Paul: her favorite
Devam“Fuck,” I thought aloud, glancing at the clock in the bottom corner of my computer screen. I had gotten so
DevamAt that point, I should have gotten back in my car and driven away. Instead, I followed him inside and
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