A Short Story : WeLl Do It Ever?

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

Derrick had come up to her, smelling like heaven and aftershave and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone – he knew that drove her crazy. He’d whispered that she looked nice in her dress, smiled at her in that charming way and she’d gone weak at the knees, it was also late.

Melody finds herself smiling at that. She’s no stranger to divas and men with ego’s so large they couldn’t see their own feet. She tries not to make judgments on her clients, it’s not her place to voice her opinion on their life choices, but after doing her research on Tom she expected someone a lot different.

I called in sick yesterday and spent the time nursing my hangover. Alexis was there to help too, even though she was skeptical about skipping at first. She also took the liberty of telling me how Blake’s starting to become an influence on Briarwood’s own ‘oh-so-perfect’ princess.

Elena ends up leaving with two boys, Dick Carter and Tyler

As Brandon charmed the young women’s, who they’ve never seen a kind hearted, sensitive and caring young man like Brandon. Everyone seemed to love her. Life is great for Brandon; she’s living the life in her new town. Now that she's a part of the crew and is currently dating home town beautiful Lana; however, she's neglected to say one imperative detail. It isn’t so that she committed a crime and a warrant is out for her arrest in her hometown.

“Are you sure? I can dance with him later?” You glanced over at the ballroom door and saw that Damon and Elena had already walked in, arms looped. You hated seeing your best friend this way, love really does suck.

By the time the event was over, Brett would need to be intoxicated to the point of falling into a coma to possess even the slightest desire to screw her. Not that he had any intent of allowing things to get that far, he'd pour the woman into a taxi as soon as soon as she'd served her purpose for the evening, which was to look good. In that, she succeeded brilliantly.

Losing control with each passing second, he bunched her hair in his fist and groaned in arousal as her nails raked his skin, Brett's entire shaft buried in her mouth. The best blowjob he'd ever had? Possibly, but not totally because of just how fucking exceptional she was at it, but because it was Elena Reston with his cock down her throat, and seemingly enjoying it. No taunting at all now, just pure unadulterated pleasure, and he realised that not only did she appear to want to bring that to him for its own sake, but what his true motives had been from the moment he'd approached her in the bar.

The ringing of the phone brought Richard back to the present. Answering he heard Rachel and recognized her tone as important. Come to the house Daddy, Melanie is ready to meet you.”

Cora had set it up a while back, raving about how, despite his quirks, was absolutely perfect for her. And she didn’t use that term lightly -- or, well, ever really. It took two months and several chocolate bribes for Nadia to agree to the date, and the night was finally here. She’d only ever seen the crappy selfies that littered his Instagram, and she wasn’t entirely sure what he would look like in person. It was a little nerve wracking, standing there in front of the mirror, waiting for the time to leave to get

“Shh, she’s sleeping. Steph is a friend of mine. Someone hurt her.” Jason walked with his sister as she made her way downstairs. “So… Why we?” Evelyn cocked her brow, stopping midway through her trip down the stairs to turn toward him. “As in, me, Nathan, the police. What the hell is with you?” He laughed huskily. “You’re kidding right? You fuck a guy upstairs that is supposed to be looking after you, your friend is sleeping in a few rooms away and has been hurt. The hell is going on with you?” She had no answer for that. Aside from the fact that it wasn’t like her, at

It was a bright sunny day and Annabelle was waiting for her boyfriend Jackson. Brianne, her best friend, was pacing beside her, muttering “He’s usually not this late. He should be here by now.”

When Elle sees that two girls are crudely and bluntly rejecting her sweet friend David Kidney, she ingeniously decides that the smartest thing for her to do is to walk up to David and slap him. Confused and stunned, David apologizes for an imagined wrong, and Elle pretends to have been a scorned ex-lover who had spent a night of unimaginable bliss with David before he supposedly disappeared on her. She storms away and giggles lightly after getting out of earshot of the two girls, and one of them turns to David and asks, “So… what are you doing tonight?” By acting as if David had left her, Elle relied on her appearance as a beautiful woman to make the other women believe that David was a man to be reckoned with. Elle’s act was based on the assumption that the other girls would see her as a desirable woman and therefore lend credence to the fact that David is an even more desirable person. Therefore, Elle’s physical appearance, coupled with her verbal rampage, communicates to the two bullies that David is actually a suave casanova who tosses aside beautiful girls every day.

Reaching for the water pitcher on the table, he poured himself a glass, took a sip and peered at Elena's face over the rim. There was something about her demeanour that seemed different, more vulnerable than he'd become accustomed to and that elicited a slight sense of guilt in the man as he realised her really didn't know the first thing about her. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it modest, you're right." Holding her gaze, Brett's look softened, "And, I kind of agree, the guys is an ass. Don't worry, I'll have a talk to him, you won't be the only girl who's relieved." Not quite telling Elena that she'd done the right thing, or letting her off the hook completely, at least not in words she could use against him, he shrugged, then laughed out loud as she mentioned Barbie, already having placed his hand on the table and beginning to leave his seat, but being drawn back by the nice view of cleavatge he received when Elena leaned closer. "Maybe I am, Elena." He smiled, but then Barbie doesn't charge $1,000 an hour, she gives it away for free." Brett winked at her, and turned to leave, then went still as a statue and his face paled. "Fuck." There she was, the aforementioned Barbie stalking towards him and at the moment, she looked more like GI Jane, armed not with a gun, but a wine of red-wine, and Brett looked for an escape, but was too