“It’s OK” whispered Angie softly, “go ahead and rub them, hold them, you can even squeeze my nipples between your fingers; girls like that” ... Brad was in heaven, he gently stroked her breasts, marveling at their perfection, their firmness: they were better than he ever imagined! He squeezed her nipples, which were much harder than he thought they’d be, just like she asked. Angie moaned gently as he squeezed. He held her breasts, bouncing them just a little in his hands to feel their weight. . She wasn’t a fan of red, but it was all they had. June filled all five glasses, emptying the bottle, and together they carried them into the next room. Bill and Sarah were staring at each other in stony silence. Bill and Sarah had married straight out of High School. Since then things had gone sour. Bill yearned for the glory days, but Sarah kept him on a short leash. Her only ambition was to start a family, but they were struggling to conceive. Bill also wanted to travel, which Sarah was. She had yet to be noticed by me. I thoroughly enjoy the hunt, which is why, in a large degree, I write these stories of my experiences. Letting women, such as the ones I write about, know that I am very real, and very intent on finding "her," the one who'll embody all the characters I write about. I go about the actual pursuit in ways that seem, as I choose, non threatening and elusive, such as broadcasting stories to the world of online readers. Sometimes I choose to pursue my pleasures. I dismounted from my pony and ran inside the dark cave. I yanked up my robes and pissed in the corner nervously looking over my shoulder at the entrance. Which is why I was shocked when I heard a voice“Really? You're just going to urinate on my favourite spot on the floor?”I looked around and saw a wizened old woman crouched in the dark. She had long unkempt hair coming out of the hooded cloak that concealed her bent form. “I apologize grandmother I didn't know this was your home or anyone's.