Barbra Dawson Novels & Stories

Without wasting any more time, I get up and reach over the towel; covering my naked body then I take a deep breath. Barbara is the hottest woman in town, she has green eyes and most importantly she is a brunette, her breasts are sexy and hot not small or huge, they just fit my palms and I love it, plus she is a 45-year-old woman, we know in that age they are not an amateur anymore but a pro. “Look, Lena, I should have told you that I was already in the parking lot when we were on the phone,” she sighed. "Babe, I’m sorry…” Barbara tried to reach over my arms, but I stopped her by raising my hands.

Barbara lowered her head and smiled, and played with her large curled hair that flowed on her shoulder. “What I want to talk about is very simple. I, Barbara, have always done things justly. Perhaps to have gotten my sister to join the company as my assistant was wrong, but I have the right to pick my own assistant!” She looked at Fia sharply. “I don’t know what it is that you find unpleasant about Britney that you would treat her like this.” “How did I treat her?” Fia found it funny. She had always kept in mind that Barbara had contributed to the Maxwell Corporation and did not wish to offend her.

All she wanted was to work in peace, but it seemed the world refused to grant her even that. After what felt like an eternity, Elise gave a small nod. “I understand, Madam.” Barbra straightened, giving her one last sharp look before turning on her heel. “Good. Don’t let me catch you breaking this rule.” With an air of superiority, she walked away, leaving Elise standing there, feeling as if her very soul had just been drained. ---

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

I commented. As Delania and I made our way back out to where the barbeque was taking place it struck me that I didn’t know her full name. “Hey, so I don’t look stupid when I go up there, What is your full name?” I asked. She laughed and said, “Delania Avalynn O’Malley.” I repeated the name to myself a few times to commit it to memory before stepping onto the podium.

He found us a booth and headed to the bar to get some drinks. We sat talking and enjoying the music for a little while. I felt more nervous than I had on any other date with Brax, it was a strange feeling. The more I spent time with him and got to know him, the more sides to him came out. He surprised me every single date. He had so many layers. “Would you like to dance?” He leaned in asking.

Brian asked. "Yes." I said trying to sound as happy as he was even though inside I was dying. After a few hours or so of me changing in and out of dresses I had finally found the one that hugged my body the way I liked it. It was a purple one strap dress that showed off my small figure with a big diamond flower in the center of it which was almost like a buckle. So I loved how the dres felt on my body. and how it felt when I touched it. Brian smiled then he came closer to me. "This is the one sweetie. Let's get your jewlery out shall we?" He lead me to the bathroom and picked out a variety of choices of necklaces for me to wear as well as bracelets and earrings. I picked out what would match

am doing you guys a favor."I couldnt help but notice his large eye balls. "The bar will be demolished and not even a bottle cap shall be saved.” He said. “If you can get the construction workers to leave our bar then why not get them to do so then we pay you,” I said boldly. He laughed for a quite a long time then began. “Do you think you can pay me?” he challenged. “I own the largest bar in this neighborhood. I own Greenland as well as half the grocery stores in this entire place.” He boasted. “Then getting the construction people to stay off our property won’t be a big deal.” I said. I was ready to argue. “Of what use will that tiny bar be to you by the way?” I asked. “Wait till you see w

she laughs again and starts to rock a little bit more. Barbara is 29 and looks like Halle Berry," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "Really! People tell her that all the time. She's light skinned with a figure that we all envy." I can't imagine Cyn envying anyone's figure and I tell her so.

"OK Bobby, but the explanation had better be a good one." After a few minutes of banal conversation we hung up and I lay back on the bed. I tried to compare what had been the two most important people in my life up to now. Barbara was cutting edge fashion and all night dance clubs. She was all angles and flat planes and tight muscles; she was smoky darkness and a promise of sensual erotic delight. You knew that sex with her would turn into an athletic event.