The first time Lara laid eyes on him had been in court. She had sat on the hard bench in the back row of the public gallery and watched him give his closing arguments on a Murder One case – Matricide. A chill shot up her spine as she pondered how anyone would contemplate killing their own mother. But the vehemence with which Ross de Marco stated his client’s innocence was compelling. His fury that his defendant’s virtue should be doubted was mesmerizing, and Lara caught herself wondering if the young man on the stand could actually kill in such a gruesome manner. She shook her head, as if to…

Merrhaabalar. Adım Zerrin, 46 yaşıında, esmer ve dul biir kadınım. 2 yıl önnce biir trafik kazasında kaybettiğim Fabrikatör Kocamdan kalan Fabrikanın yönetimiyle been ilgilenmeye başladım. Kızım da Amerikada Üniversitede okuduğu içiin, 2 yıl boyunca tek başıma tüm zamanımı Fabrikanın işleriyle harcadım, amma malesef mizacım iş kadınlığına elvermediğinden ve parasal sıkıntım olmadığından sonunda Fabrikayı satmak zorunda k aldıım. Kocam çook zengin biiriydi, Fabrikanın haricinde daha biir çook gayrımenkulden oluşan yüklü biir miras bırakmıştı. Takribeen 1,5 yıldır da mirasla uğraşmaktan kendime hiçç zaman ayıramamıştım. Parasal işlerimi Şişli taraflarındaki biir Banka şubesi ile hallediyordum. Küçük biir şube seçmemin sebebi, yüklü mevduatım olduğundan çook daha samimi ve kolay işlem yaptırmamdandı. Biir gün yine gelen faizleri ve kiraları kontrol etmek içiin…

Been serkan,konuya biir an önnce girmek istiyorum çünki yazarken bile aynen yaşıyo gibiyim başımdan geçenleri tekrar tekrar. Herr sabah olduğu gibi sabah 7 de yine dükkanı açmak içiin yola çıktım.Tolga kardeşim kaddar çook samimi olduğum ve biirbiirimizle her türlü sırrımı 1015 paylaştım arkadaşım ve eşi nesrin de bi o kaddar sevdiğim saydığım biir hanımdı. Been sabah arabamla gecerken Tolga ve Nesrin i alır hepp beraber dükana giderdik.Dükkanlarımız yanyanadır.Nesrin biir bankada çalışır ve biz daha dükkan açmadan onu bırakırdık. Saat 10 gibi Tolga yanıma geldi ve Nesrin in bankadan izin alarak dükkana geldiğini,kendisinin mal almak içiin adapazarına gideceğini Nesrin inde bu arada dükkanda durabilecegini,ona yardımcı olmamı istedi. Biir ara öğlen ne…

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It’s Saturday afternoon during a wrestling tournament inside the university gym. Mrs. Keller (28 yrs.) is a hot divorcee (36-24-32) who teaches high school English. She walks in wearing a black leather skirt, jacket and a university t-shirt underneath. Her long brown hair reaches her buttocks. The gym bleachers are filled up with fans. So, she stands on the side-line. Liam (20 yrs.) stands at 5’6″ who weighs 141 lbs. He steps onto the wrestling floor for his competitive match. His sandy-blonde hair sticks out of his head-gear. Mrs. Keller says to herself, “Hey Liam. Mr. shorty, but still good-looking. I love your thigh muscles.” Inside the gym locker room.…

Melinda was my first girlfriend, and I got her pregnant the night of our Junior Prom. It was a mistake, but not as bad as the mistake I made when I proposed to her after she told me the news. I was determined to “do the right thing,” but I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Melinda and I had a baby girl 9 months later, we named her Sarah. Melinda and I married as soon as we were 17 and we could wrangle parental consent, we were both seniors in high school at this point, and the period of my life to follow would prove to…

Thank you to everyone who’s sent me feedback on my stories so far. As I’ve said, I really appreciate it as I’ve never been brave enough to let anyone read my writing until now. I very much enjoy creating these stories but they are just fantasies and not to be taken too seriously! * * * * * Joanna stumbled up to the front door, barely able to see through a watery veil of tears that refused to stop flowing. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying. But she didn’t want to stop weeping; she didn’t want to stop hating. It was the only strength she had left, to…

Are Markets Ever This Super? He could sense her close before he saw her, a gentle waft of soft subtle scent treated his nose, inhaling deeply, trying to absorb more of it but conscious of his surroundings. He didn’t want to be too obvious to her or to anyone else in the supermarket that night. As he moved his trolley forward he took the opportunity to turn and look at the shelves and beyond, searching for the source of his distraction. “It can’t be true” his mind whirred as he surveyed the population of the aisle, a disheveled old man who looked like he was just finding solace from the…

Hi, my name is David. I’m a student at Wayne State University in Detroit, MI. You may be wondering about that title, well the “Study Fucker” is my nickname among girls I’ve done. This is how I got that nickname. I have some of the hottest girls on campus for friends. We’d known each other all through high school and some I’d known longer than that. Until recently, I’d kept a hands-off policy regarding them. During high school, I’d had a couple girlfriends and done both of them during the pretense of private “study sessions” but neither of them really stuck around long. I was a basketball star and the…

Norman and I are workmates, we have worked together in the same frozen food factory for about six years and we get on well. But work is where it ends because we’re such different people. For one thing he’s around fifteen years older than me and he’s the couch potato type that likes to watch a football game and have a few beers, while I’m more likely to be playing than watching or alternatively eating up the miles on my Harley. So we never socialise. I’d never visited his home nor he mine, in fact we’ve never even so much as shared a drink together. So I was very surprised…