From across my desk, I survey Dave with an arched eyebrow, my pen poised above his manuscript. His earthy, rugged appearance translates well to the back flap of dust jackets and is certainly a large part of his brand appeal. That's not to devalue his top-...
Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed from you're slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss. The bugle strains my underwear. I’m dying...
November 1995 Montreal, CanadaThe envelope was addressed in bold print and looked quite official. It said: Miss Elizabeth St. Jacques 9373 Maurice-Duplessis Boulevard #16 Montreal, QC, H1E 6P2 Lizzy glanced at the return address. It was from some lawyer i...
