Merilee's voice invaded his fantasies.“Did I mention that one of the gifts at the bachelorette party was a pair of thong-type underwear withleopard print for you, wasn't it?It rocked his fantasy."For God's sake, there's no way I'm wearing a thong like that!""Coward." She straightened in her chair. "If I can, why can't you?"— It's just... I don't know... It looks ridiculous on guys...“Oh, so you've seen a lot of guys wearing this?- A few. In the locker rooms…” He grimaced, and lowered his voice even further. — the dickguy dangling and trapped by a strip of fabric and his ass popping out.Merilee's lips twisted upward as if she was fighting a smile.“My ass is popping out and you don't think that's stupid. And what's upwrong with having your, ah, dick stuck? The color rose in her cheeks. "Do you even have one?"beautiful dick...“Gee, thanks. ’ Knowing she thought so made him swell up again, and he wishedbe able to recover. “But, like, what if a guy gets hard? There's no plac
We used it for our joint calls was perched in the center of the table, next to avase of dahlias picked in the garden.Beside me, holding my hands, was Matt.Mom, who had rushed home from work earlier, sat down across from us andtook off his shoes. She rubbed her hands together.“This is going to be fun. James,” she said, impatient with Dad, who was rummaging around.in the fridge. - What are you doing?“Er, I forgot what I came here for.She rolled her eyes.“If he doesn't have a microscope, the man can't see.“I can see perfectly well. I just forgot what I'm looking for.“Milk,” she said. “For your grandson. Get used to it, you're going to do this to us a lot.next years.A few minutes later, he placed a glass of milk in front of me, touched the top of myhead in a brief caress, then sat down next to Mom. He examined it carefully.“You're not under a microscope, but you look pretty good for a grandma."Why, you..." Smiling, she gave him a gentle nudge. "Everyone here, and I hopeth
I remembered what Des had said when we were picking out clothes at the store. If youpick this one, girl, then show off in it!So I showed off, in a way I'd never had the courage or even the will.to do before. And the pirate strutted in response, his movements ever more brazen. Allit was so sensual that, yes, it made me think of sex. Dancing with Ray in his Zorro costume had beenfun until he got aggressive, but this time it was totally different.It was just because of the dancing, the music, I told myself as the music changed, umLatin number after another. The Latin dance was sensual. People danced like thatall the time, with confidence and skill. But I had never done that, and what the pirate and Iwe were dancing weren't the familiar steps, we created something of our own that seemed almost...erotic. My nipples were tight and sore and a warm, tempting throb continued topoke between my thighs.Not that I wanted to do anything about it. Not now, right afterMatt and I broke up
The thought of eating breakfast sent an unexpected jolt of nausea through my body.stomach. Followed by another stronger one, and a moment later I was out of bed running to thebathroom.Leaning over the toilet, struggling to throw up, I cursed myself for eatinga lot the night before.Matt knocked on the locked door.— Merilee?“Go away.” Embarrassed, I sank to the cold floor. - Leave me alone."M, I want to come in." Let me help."No, I…" I stopped, the need to throw up again. When finally the stomachit was empty, I pressed the flush and scrambled to sit on the closed toilet seat.My stomach was settling, thanks... "Wait a minute," I said, my voice husky. —I am feeling better.Shakily, I got up to wash my face and brush my teeth, then opened the door tofind Matt, naked, leaning against the side wall.“I think I'm fine now,” I explained.Before I could walk towards the bed, he lifted me and carried me a few steps.Before I could walk towards the bed, he lifted me and carried me a
If someone had asked me a week ago, I would have said I would never be seen buying one of those bridal magazines. However, the expert on the subject – my newlywed secretary – told me it was impossible to plan a wedding without resorting to them.Of course, I had managed to organize my wedding without the help of any of those glossy magazines, but look at the result. A fleeting episode of three months of marriage that marred my thirty-two years of immaculate singleness.Ironically, it was now up to me, with a little help from my sisters Kathleen and Janaina, to plan the perfect wedding. Two weeks in advance.No, not mine, it doesn't stop me from making mistakes, but I've been trying my hardest not to repeat this one, so I kind of let go of men.My youngest sister, Marcela, will be the bride who will march down the aisle. A wedding march she's dreamed of ever since, at the age of five, she threw engaged Barbie into Ken's arms.Marcela is going to marry Matheus, her soul mate since high
Damien Black smiled at the intriguing woman in the next seat. That sexy teacher who I was reviewing University of Sydney exams, but I didn't have an Australian accent. A woman whose telephone conversation had given him a stressful headache. The intellectualoid snob who thought her novels were superficial crap. Not that he disagreed with that opinion, necessarily, but damn! he had fun writing that superficial junk beyond profitable! He had the best job universe, fuck: making up stories, playing with imaginary friends and getting paid well for that. That teacher intrigued him not just because she was hot, in a subtle, elegant way. He wondered how she would react when she found out he was the guy whose books she had belittled, but Damien preferred to contain his need to satisfy his curiosity. They they had a long flight ahead of them and could turn the trip into something really fun. Like this, he thought the chances would be better if that woman knew him before she knew his
This hot man, this... Day... had he really said what I thought I heard? stunnedand suspicious, I asked:"What do you mean, interested?" Interested in what way?He gave me the sexiest smile imaginable.“The normal way.Yes. In the normal way a man showed interest in a woman. Usualfor him — which was a no-brainer — but definitely not for me. My skin got hotas if I had a fever, and I felt my pulse in my throat. Something else pulsed between themy legs. My dormant sex drive seemed to have woken up.No man has ever looked at me that way. Jeffrey's interest had beenimmensely flattering and seductive, but his eyes had never shown that warmth thatde Day possessed. From my ex, I had, of course, learned that his interest was inappropriation of my research, and the sex we shared was just an added benefit tohe.And Jeffrey was, let's face it, a short, prematurely bald professor who, inhis best days, and with goodwill, we could call it interesting... It was not even alittle like the star
So, she thought he was handsome. Damien smiled smugly.“Hold that thought, Professor. It might come in handy later.When she discovered his identity.Theresa frowned, clearly not understanding, thank goodness. Then she stretched andfiddled with the seat controls.- Some problem? he asked.— I want to adjust the back and raise the footrest."Here." He leaned over her, and when he found control, his hand brushed her thigh.One thigh warm and firm under her cotton pants. - Give me your hand.Hesitantly, she let him take it and place it on the lever, resting his hand over hers toguide her.“Like this,” he explained. "You slide the lever like this and use your feet to push theforward support.“Thanks, I understand.Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand and let it settle on its own."I'm not used to traveling on business," she said. - My budget doesn'tallows that, but this time I got an upgrade.— For long flights like this, it's preferable.His budget, thanks to Kalti Brown, afforded the l