Baywatch Marathon Saturday

COZI TV had a Baywatch Marathon Saturday and Sunday, and Saturday evening I watched a favorite two-parter from 1992 “The Trophy”, guest starring A.J. Langer. A.J. Langer is one of those actresses who looked a lot younger than her age, so she could play younger characters. I believe on Baywatch was the first time I saw her. She played the “new girl on the beach”, and lyingly told everyone she seduced lifeguard Eddie Kramer to become popular. Then I saw her in the 1991 horror film The People Under The Stairs. She looked so young in that movie. I’ve been watching In The Heat Of The Night every Sunday night on THiS, and she played a recurring character called Meagan Fowler, who loved to get fucked, especially by older men, even if they were married. I like to think sometimes “art imitates life”, and A.J. was a wild girl. Lately my “Making Babies” entries have been good girls or somewhat…

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My date with fantasy: Kitty and Will

Kitty grew up in a poor family. Somehow they always had gotten by. These days, Kitty couldn’t believe her luck as being able to land a job as a electrician on movie sets on and off location. She had always been a sort of tom boy but still very much interested in men. She worked her way up in the trades until one day, some hollywood highroller offered her a job in the movie industry. She couldn’t believe her luck. Working with the celebs. Often times, the tradesmen didn’t consort with the actors and actresses but there were a few occasions when luck would have it that she got to meet some of them. Among the people Kitty had met included Jim Carrey, Nicole Kidman, and Whoopi Goldberg along with the cast of Star Trek: Voyager (they were having trouble wiring up the “warp core.”). But she always was hoping for the day where she would get to meet the…

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Sex Pleasures

She was alone on a Friday night, no one that she wanted to hang out with. She decided her best entertainment was to relax and pleasure herself. She undressed and got comfortable on the living room couch, so she could see the beautiful view of the city. She started massaging her large firm tits, pinching each nipple until they were hard. She leaned over to the coffee table and grabbed the bottle of lotion. She poured some on her breasts and massaged it in. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the apartment across the way light up. The guy inside was extremely sexy. This was the guy she wanted. He knew her well enough to know how much she wanted him. Tonight was gonna be different once he saw her playing with herself. Brian was watching and wondering why she was alone on a Friday night and why no-one was helping her play with herself. Brian knew…

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Rhea Ripley x Toni Storm

Rhea Ripley stepped down onto the deep red rose petal beneath her stiletto heel, reaching the end of the trail and arriving at her bedroom door. She shouldn’t be doing this. She couldn’t be doing this. Not after what this girl had done to her. All the bullshit she had put her through. Yet, against her better judgement, The Nightmare inhaled, exhaled, then opened the door. “There you are.” The face of the egotistical blonde sitting on Rhea’s bed lit up even brighter than the candles surrounding her. “I thought you’d left me alone in your house. Mm, probably wouldn’t have been smart, would it?” “What the hell do you want?” Rhea snarled back. “The rose petals? The candles? What is all this?” “Hmm, what do I want?” Ripley’s rival stroked her chin, pretending to ponder Rhea’s question. “I’m sitting on top of your bed in my good lingerie—which you bought me, by the way—surrounded by lit candles and the…

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Beach Cum

The water was cold on my body, causing little goose bumps to rise all over me. I loved the feeling of the sun against my skin, then the feel of the cold water rinsing the suntan oil off. Nude beaches were my particular thing. I liked being a female and naked against the elements. I loved the feel of the wind, the sun, and the water against my naked body; my breasts always became super sensitive on these occasions. It excites me to be looked at, too. I like looking at other people too. I had discovered that fact in gym class in high school, just a few years ago. Not really thinking about it at the time, I just accepted the idea. There were never many people around this area of the beach, and though it had been the subject of controversy a few years ago, the State Department of Parks and Recreation had finally designated it as a…

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Hilary and Lindsay’s Playtime

Hilary had an exciting day of interviews and photo shoots to promote her upcoming movie. She was doing a sequel to her Lizzie McGuire movie and was doing a ton of appearances for it. In one day she had already been on the Regis and Kelly show at 7:00 in the morning. Then she did a layout for Rolling Stone magazine and was now on the Oprah show. She thought to herself, I’m exhausted, I need to have some fun. When she got back to the hotel she was staying in she decided it was time to cut loose. She pulled the phone number out of her purse that her friend Brittany had given her awhile back. She had told her if she was ever in New York City and was looking for a good time she should call this service number and they would fix her right up. Dialing the number she was a wee bit nervous because she…

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Wwe Debra – erotic fan fiction

Ronald leaned against the front desk watching the shapely women workout with a savage lust in his eyes. In the seven years since he first took out a loan to open his own gym, the one perk that he still enjoyed was watching all of his female patrons in their skin tight body suits work up a sweat. The gym, which he personally ran along with his sister Monica, had become an overwhelming success for him. It was the perfect alternative to the larger health clubs that most people in Los Angeles preferred. He had used the club over the years to meet and bed many exotic women. Not that he had any problems getting women. Ronald was a 30 year old black Adonis who looked like he had been chiseled out of stone. Women just loved his body, especially his thick black cock. As Ronald leaned against the counter watching the ladies do aerobics, his erection started to grow….

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Jessica Alba’s Big Break

Jessica moved through the party looking fabulous…. She liked watching the men look at her. She didn’t have the biggest boobs but she had a smokin hot body and her outfit was tight. An older man approached her leering at her chest…. She just smiled at him knowing he was a sleaze. “Hello beautiful he said as he slipped his arm around her gently cupping her breast before moving it quickly down to her ass. Jessica was about to grab it when the man winced and yelped…. “OOWWWW HEY!” Jessica spun around to see a very well dressed woman with the man’s hand in a wrist lock. “What have I told you about molesting young girls you pervert?” “I’m sorry…. I’m sorry….. “ he cried struggling under the pressure of her joint lock. “Don’t apologize to me…. Apologize to HER!” she snapped. The man cowered under the pressure and began profusely apologizing. “I’m sorry…. Very, very sorry…” “Hey…. Hey…. Slimeball……..

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A Beautiful Day with Karen Gillan

A beautiful spring day. The sun is shining, nary a cloud in the air, the grass is green and smells sweeter than sweet. Not quite as sweet however as the sight of Karen Gillan sitting across from you licking whipped cream from her lips. What could possibly better? Well, you can certainly think of a few possibilities, none of which are suitable for polite company. “I think I lost this one.” you say as you cross your legs. “I think you might be right” she replies, giggling in that way she has. Why is everything about her so cute? Her hair, her skin, her clothes, her brogue… All of them just make you want to scoop her up in your arms and… No, let’s not go there. The whipped cream from earlier was bad enough, but those thoughts have a way of congregating. “It doesn’t hurt when you cross your legs like that?” “N…no…” “You’re squeezin’ ’em so tight though!”…

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Ashley Benson x Emma Roberts

Friday afternoon, the familiar white Suburban pulled up and several young women piled out and, amidst shouting and peals of laughter, invaded the house. I’d been on the beach, well, at the grassy edge, most of the day, like most of the week, drawing seascapes in pencils, charcoal, and sketching a canvas for an oil. Even with the Moretz windfall, after last month’s extravagance I hadn’t planned on travelling for Spring Break, but my sister had sprung for a cottage on a private beach on the Gulf Coast, near Tampa-St. Pete. Sheila had said she was thanking me for new business generated by my attendance at Victoria’s 19th Birthday party. When I’d asked who; “Nope, can’t tell you. Remember we promised not to use each other’s talent for personal gain. I’m already in a grey area, accepting these new contracts.” Only one stipulation had been put on using the beach; I had to share the sand with whoever was renting…

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