Congratulations to our
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Holly Davis wanted a divorce, not a funeral
He killed me.
Sitting in a graffiti-smeared cell on a Sunday afternoon wasn't what Holly Hick would call a good way to end a weekend.
"Will someone...please...tell them I'm not dead."
I'm going to get my hands in Alec's pants if it's the last thing I do," Valerie thought, as she sat in the black leather chair in front of Alec's desk.
Congratulations to our August Semi-Finalist!
“You can’t kill me; I’m already dead.”
Congratulations to our July Semi-Finalists!
Sometimes it's the small things that drive a man over the edge.
"Those three hottie guys we saw coming down the slopes, just sat at the bar adn are looking this way smiling," Macaela said to the gals of the bachelorette party and then took a sip of the martini.
The rising and rolling rhythm of pleasure plundered her control and ingratiated her hitherto discreet desires.
Congratulations to our June Semi-Finalists!
He killed me.
“Will someone...please...tell them I’m not dead.”
Sitting in a graffiti-smeared cell on a Sunday afternoon wasn’t what Molly Hicks would call
a good way to end a weekend.
Congratulations to our May Semi-Finalists!
"I'm going to get my hands in Alec's pants if it's the last thing I do," Valerie thought, asshe sat in the black leather chair in front
of Alec's desk.
She should have killed him.
With every new development, a sharp knife-like pain twisted in his gut, producing another gaping hole.
Congratulations to our April Semi-Finalists!
Holly Davis wanted a divorce, not a funeral.
He was always naked when she arrived, the randy bastard, and always rock hard for her.
No, I'm not looking for a good time, so get your hand off my ass.
Who would've thought he'd hear the best advice of his life in the lyrics of an old ZZ Top song?