Sarah Marie Johnson Novels & Stories

“You’ll have to sit on my lap so I can get your entire back.” Sarah looked over her shoulder and flashed me a questioning smile and then stood up, letting me close my legs, before settling down on top of my thighs. When she lowered herself down she ended up sitting on the front of my thighs but I grabbed her hips and pulled her back so her ass was against my dick, just like when she was on my lap at the poker table.

"John's right," Sarah said, scooping up a new name. "And I also picked John," she continued with a grin, dropping both papers back in the bowl. "Well, crap," I said. "John. Johnny baby. Johnson McJohnson. I think I know exactly what you need to do." Sarah's smirk was calculated and predatory and quite honestly a little terrifying. "I dare you to take off Nicole's bra from under her shirt -- and Nicole can't help you at all."

“And she knew it. She was way worse than me, so beware and take care, Merchaiass.” The courage that I built was shattered by what John did. I thought I had the upper hand, but it looks like he was playing with me a moment ago. I was awakened from my frozen state when I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder. Oh, great. After the husband, I got to deal with his wife. I was thinking if what John had said was true, because Sarah seems to not be like that. I knew her as nice, helpful, and approachable. How could she do nasty things like John when she couldn’t hurt someone because she’s too nice? It’s in her character. I was currently in their room because of what happened earlier. After Sarah checke

A woman's voice was heard as Sarah called John's house. "I'm Sarah. John's business friend." "I'm his wife." This voice sounded arrogant. She was Zika, John's ex-wife. Sarah is shocked because she only learns that John has no wife after his divorce a few years ago. "I don't know if he has remarried." "He lied to you. We just got married." Sarah was shocked and almost couldn't restrain her anger. Her chest was hot from hearing the woman's words. It hurts when she loves a man. "Never pester him again, or I will embarrass you."

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash

Fucking great. I take a nice warm shower and decide to do a little work. I take out my laptop and my curiosity gets the best of me. I open g****e and search "Sarah Jones". A very gorgeous, practically perfect blonde woman shows up on my screen. She's 30 but she looks like she's 20 or so. She's also a Victoria Secret Angel. How am I supposed to compete with a lingerie model? Sarah is also British, don't know how she ended up in Spain.

In The Television Station At 1 PM, the presenter began. “Hello viewers, welcome to this week’s edition of your family program, The Feminine World. Last week, we deliberated on the topic, The Girls Are Unstoppable. Our topic this week is, My Story As a Girl, and My guest today is an embodiment of success. She is a woman who did not allow her childhood to determine her future. She is an educator and a mother. Likewise, she is happily married, and has a wonderful family. She is Mrs. Sarah Owens, the founder of Daughters of Sarah International. A Non-Governmental Organization that supports the girl child and stands against gender discrimination.” At that moment, the camera focused and zoomed to

Zoey wasn't kept waiting for long, and it was someone she expected. Sarah approached Zoey, sauntering in her heels and stopping a few feet away from her. She was tall and slender, with wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. Her caked face was glamorous but aggressive, and she curled her lips into a faint smile. The heavy makeup concealed the scar on her face completely. Zoey wasn't surprised to see Sarah; that was the amazing thing about women's intuition. The scheme was a product of careful planning. She had underestimated Sarah's resentment for her.

Typical college party scene. "Whose house is this?" I asked Mike. It was huge. The person who owns it must be filthy rich; otherwise, what kind of college student can afford it? "Mine." I turned to the person who just spoke behind us and found myself looking at a tall, skinny girl with long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She was undeniably beautiful like those models in magazines. "Hi, I'm Dawn. Who are you?" she narrowed her eyes at me. "Marina," I introduced myself. "Is this really your house? It's beautiful!" I couldn't hide my amazement.