‘Shit,’ Ryan gasped, ‘shit, shit, shit. This cannot be happening. Are you fucking kidding me? Of all the guys to be secretly gay, it has to be the one I go and possess. Fuck you, Justin. Why couldn’t you have been like every other normal hunk in the gym and chase some cheap slut?’ Clinging the towel tight around his waist, Ryan stood in the doorway and peered helplessly up
‘Woah, no way,’ Maisy gasped, coming up into the old attic and staring around in awe. She had been expecting cobwebs and old boxes, but what she had found instead was practically a time capsule. Based on the look of the place – and the thick blankets of dust draped over every surface – it didn’t look like anybody had stepped foot in this room in over a hundred years!
‘That’s it,’ he said, nodding, ‘just lie back. You know how much you like your long baths. Isn’t the water so nice and warm?’ Slipping back into the bubbly water she nodded happily. ‘Oh yes, Sir, the water is very nice.’ Her smile could have charmed the birds from the trees, and as the water swept over her curves until only her head was above the waterline he tried to
‘You know I’d love to say I’m sorry for this, but I’m really not.’ Leaning down he placed one hand on the woman’s plump ass and spread it to admire her holes. Her tight ass winked at him and just beneath her pussy lips parted slightly, just enough to entice him with her glistening folds. Hearing her moan softly he smirked and stood up again. ‘After all, if you had
‘Hey there, Anton,’ said the blonde in a singsong voice, ‘long time no see.’ The brooding guy she leaned upon, in his ripped jeans and thickly gelled hair, sneered at him mockingly. ‘Fuck me, he’s just as pathetic as he was when we last saw him.’ If he was honest, Anton could not deny he probably looked pathetic in front of the queen and king of his old college. His
Sam had always admired his stepmother, Mia. Far more than his dad that was for sure. She had first arrived in his life in his early teens shortly after his mum and dad had divorced, and ever since then she had been something of an idol to him. After much deliberation, he had come to believe the thing he admired most about her was the power she could wield. With
Dr. Alex Stoke frowned as he entered the room. He had been expecting the CEO’s office, but instead he found himself in a large toilet. To one side stood a pair of pale pink cubicles, with a sink some distance away and a mirror on the wall beside that. More cubicles lined the wall immediately in front of him and to his left, but even so the room was bizarrely
Stepping into the office, Kent was shocked to see the woman lounging in the large red chair. She was astoundingly beautiful and with her in front of him it was like he could not look at anything else. Her thick black glasses only seemed to enhance how attractive she was, and she eyed with him with a stare that was bright with intelligence. Though she was dressed in a professional
Waiting patiently at the head of the table, Dean greeted each man who entered the room with a cordial smile. Naturally there was no warmth to it; he had little fondness for any of the men taking their seats, but this was business and it was only customary to mask one’s true emotions, even if said mask was all but transparent. He did, however, inject his smile with a note
Doctor Peterson stared forlornly at the image that filled the screen. The young woman was undoubtedly beautiful. Her blue-dyed hair was a bright contrast against the red of her Santa hat and she appeared to be singing along to a tune he could not hear. Running her manicured fingers up and down her body she stroked her soft skin and traced her curves with her silver nails. In the process
