Byron wondered why he even bothered!!! After eight months of faithfully working out three times a week, he still weighed only 135 pounds and had arms that resembled spaghetti!!! “Okay,” he said under his breath, “let’s see if we can do tonight!!!” Lying on his back, he hoisted the barbell into the air in an attempt to bench press ninety pounds, and almost instantly he realized that he was in trouble after he brought the bar down to his chest!!! Desperately he tried to heft the iron off of his body, but the more he struggled, the weaker he seemed to become!!! The first rule about bench pressing is to always use a spotter, and at that very moment Byron was discovering the wisdom of that particular idiom!!! (weiterlesen…)
Hallie felt all the eyes of every prisoner in cell block C staring at her as she was being led to her cell by one of the guards at the State Prison for Women!!! Catcalls of, “Hey, look at the fresh meat, and can’t wait to see you in the shower punk ass bitch!!!,” spilled out of the cells from the hardened cons!!! “This is your new home, Gentry,” the guard said after stopping in front of cell number C-81, “your cell mate is Donna Price, but everyone just calls her Big Donna!!!” With a wave to a guard in a central control room, the door to her cell slid smoothly open and seconds later Hallie found herself behind bars for the first night of her five year term!!! (weiterlesen…)
“Come on in, Peter,” Laura Rogers said with a big smile, “how was school today, dear!?!” “Pretty good, Mrs. Rogers,” the eighteen year old replied quickly, “but I was so excited about our session, my mind wasn’t really on my studies!!!” “How sweet of you to say that,” Laura answered while kissing the young lad on the cheek, “now be a good boy and show me your penis!!!” Hurriedly Peter unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans and boxer shorts down around is ankles, letting his semi hard penis bounce free from its cotton prison!!! “My, my, “Peter,” Laura Rogers whispered in a very husky voice, “you have a beautiful pecker, I could just suck you for hours!!!” (weiterlesen…)
“What’s next on the agenda, Carol,” Dr. Cameron Fixx asked his nurse, “nothing tough I hope!?!” “No such luck,” she said with a laugh, “we have a woman in the waiting room with what we think is and impacted wisdom tooth!!!” “Do we have a file on her already,” the doctor asked!?! “Nope, brand new patient,” Carol replied, “she just moved into town and says she hasn’t seen a dentist in over ten years, and I think I can see why, she’s scared to death!!!” “How old is she, anyway,” the doctor asked, “maybe she’s a prime candidate for our new treatment technique!?!” “She looks to be about forty five or so,” Carol replied, “and I was thinking the same thing about the treatment!!!” “Well, let’s not keep the lady waiting,” Dr. Fixx said with a smile, “ask her in!!!” (weiterlesen…)
“Come on in darlin’ and have a seat,” Leo Coffman said smoothly, “now, what can I do for ya!?!” “Well, Mr. Coffman, I saw your ad in the paper, and I was just wondering if the position was still available?!?” “You mean the ad in the Underground Times,” he asked casually!?! “Uh, yes,” she replied softly, “is the job still available?!?” “Baby, the job’s always available,” he replied dryly, “I run that same ad everyday of the year!!!” “Really,” she replied incredulously, “you mean that you just give away jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day!?!” “Honey, this is Hollywood,” he said gently, “ain’t nobody gives nobody nothin’, you earn every penny, and don’t you ever forget it!!!” (weiterlesen…)
“Holy smokes, Bev, “you gotta stop that, you’re driving me crazy!!!” Bev Andrews lowered her head and while looking over the top rim of her wire rimmed glasses asked, “And what would I be doing that’s driving you crazy, Tom, I’m just doing my makeup and hair!?!” A little line of drool crept out of the corner of Tom’s mouth as he stared at his wife’s huge chest and her always full and erect nipples before stammering, “Y-you know what I mean, it’s not fair for you to sit there naked like that, you know I can’t stand it!!!” “Now look, Tommy,” she replied in a slightly exasperated voice, “last week you complained when I wore my bra and panties, and now it’s because I’m naked, for goodness sakes I’m in my own dressing room, will you please grow up!!!” (weiterlesen…)
Jane Crawford looked nervously around the outer office of PIG studios while trying to maintain her outer calm. “Judas priest,” she mumbled under her breath. “What the hell am I doing here?” She picked up a two year old copy of People magazine to try and take her mind off the reason for her appointment. She was just getting interested in an article about face lifts, tummy tucks, and breast implants of the stars when like a gun shot a woman from the half open door to the inner offices called out her name. “You’re Jane?” the pretty twenty something blonde asked while ushering her towards the rear of the office suite. “Uh, yeah,” she replied dumbly. “Mz. Martin will be with you shortly,” the blonde said while offering Jane a chair. (weiterlesen…)
My name is Father Francis O’Reilly and everything you are about to read is absolutely true, as told to me by parishioners in my flock!!! The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the “communal forgiveness” that is bestowed each week during regular Sunday Mass, and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with hands folded and head bowed, and confessing to a Priest before God!!! (weiterlesen…)
My name is Father Francis O’Reilly and everything you are about to read is absolutely true, as told to me by parishioners in my flock!!! The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the “communal forgiveness” that is bestowed each week during regular Sunday Mass and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with hands folded and head bowed, and confessing to a Priest before God!!! (weiterlesen…)
Marion stood by the park swings as her two young daughters both squealed with delight while flying through the air with the greatest of ease!!! “Look, mommy,” Lindy yelled, “I’m going higher than your head!!!” “Just be careful,” Marion replied, “an hold on tight, I don’t want to have to explain to your father how you fell on your head!!!” “Oh, don’t worry, mom,” Kristy retorted, “we know what we’re doing!!!” “I’m sure you do,” Marion answered while shaking her head and laughing, “but be careful anyway!!!” Nice looking kids,” came a voice from behind her, “but I wouldn’t worry too much, it’s almost impossible to fall out of those chairs!!!” Marion turned around to see who was speaking to her, and was slightly taken a back when she was face to face with one of the most beautiful young women she had ever seen!!! (weiterlesen…)