This is my first "celebrity" story. They're not real celebrities, more just infamous sexual looters who prey on naive or unsuspecting women. Anyway, I thought it would be interesting to have Mr. Marcus cross paths with them. After all, they share one aspect of behavior with Mr. Marcus: a repeating pattern of sexual intercourse. And you know what your parents taught you? "Share and share alike."
Sometimes Harvey Marcus is in the right place at the right time, the wrong place at the wrong time, or one of the other two permutations. You can be the judge in this tale of a visit to the self-storage facility. Lots of things go in and out at those places.
This is a cute story that everyone can relate to because who has never been afraid of the dark, or not known someone who was? This is a family story that I think everyone can enjoy,except the very young who might be a little frightened by it.
What is there left to dream about for spoiled, world famous starlets like Anna Kournikova? A visit to an LA Lakers play-off game opens her eyes for her secret forbidden desires: there are boys out there who are bigger, stronger and darker than her current Latino Cassanova-wannabe Enrique Iglesias. As usual, Anna eventually gets what she wants... and perhaps even more?
Miracles of modern technology. And you thought that hypnosis was only about quitting smoking or losing weight. Additional codes for the bewildered: iPod, IRC, craigslist, MP3.
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A Mel Story When Mel slides into a booth with two strangers and a wicked grin, she’s not just ordering a drink—she’s setting the night on fire. What starts with flirtation over bourbon ends in a tangle of limbs, tongues, and heat that won’t quit. No narration, no apologies—just three voices, one unforgettable night, and enough sin to make a preacher sweat. Trouble at Table 3 is filthy, fast, and hot.
It's that time of year when little stories of horror abound. This one a bedtime story that is far too short and sweet for the Hallowe'en Contest, but hopefully this little piece of nonsense could be a little appetiser to complement the main dish of Goulish, Cold Cuts and Fangcakes. Are you lying down on plumped pillows and your comforter pulled up to your chin? Then I'll begin...