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Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop: Part 26

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With slow and deliberate strokes, he unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it off my shoulders. His hot hands burned my skin, filling me with desire and anticipation. I shifted my hips, silently urging him to touch my wetness, to slip one of those big hands between my twitching thighs. How was it possible that I needed his touch as much as I needed my next breath? How was it possible that I was craving a virtual stranger’s body? Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I gave in to his kiss, gave in to his probing tongue. My nipples pressed against my bra with agonizing pain and need. I needed his lips against them. His teeth would be a nice touch as well. When he dipped his head down to my bosom and sucked my nipples through the thin material of my demi bra, my moans turned into screams of passion and filled the car with a lustful music that would’ve brought the cops had anyone been around. Guttural. Primal. Loud. David pulled back and looked into my eyes, my soul felt as if it was mel

The Perfect Pitch. . .opportunity for small businesses

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Pride Public Relations has an opportunity for small businesses in the Charlotte area to kick off National Small Business Week. The deadline to enter is April 12. To kick off National Small Business Week in Charlotte, for the third year, Pride Public Relations will host a free small business seminar Monday, May 20, 11 a.m.-3 p.m. at Wake Forest University’s uptown Charlotte campus, 200 N. College St.  The purpose of the event is to educate small business owners about best practices, provide helpful resources and allow business owners an opportunity to interact directly with industry experts and other successful small business owners.  This year’s event will feature The Perfect Pitch small business competition. Four local entrepreneurs will compete to win a customized small business “Success Package” worth some $5,000.  The competing finalists will give presentations about their businesses and outline a growth plan for the next three years in front of a live audience of

The I'm Sorry Tour: Cheating men looking for a second chance

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General Petraeus has embarked on the I'm Sorry I Cheated tour. You’re sorry, General. You’re sorry you hurt your wife of more than two decades. You’re sorry you let down the thousands who looked up to you and were under your command. Let’s be real, sir, you’re sorry you got caught. General David Petraeus is the latest high profile man doing the “I’m sorry” tour.   Tiger Woods did it. John Edwards did it. President Bill Clinton did it. Jesse Jackson did it. And the list could go on and on.   Hi, Mark Sanford. All of these high profile cheaters and June Bug around the corner have one thing in common – They’re sorry that they got caught. Cheating is a choice. Cheating is not an accident. It is planned and deliberate. No one accidentally shows up at a hotel room to have sex, to get oral pleasures or to make stains on blue dresses. You don’t accidentally play stick the cigar in the intern, you choose to do that. Saying I’m sorry after getting caught is like getting a garde

Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop: Part 25

The drive to David's condo was short but it felt as if we were driving to Atlanta. My thighs shivered as I watched his hands grip the stirring wheel of the Dodge Challenger. I was a sucker for sports cars. One of the second things that I'd done after moving to Charlotte was purchase a black Camaro. It allowed me to live out my Knight Rider fantasies. But I kept my Mustang too. Otherwise, wearing a Ride The Pony tee shirt would invite the wrong kind of questions.   And those same questions were dancing in my head right now. Would I get to devour his lips as a part of my lunch? Could he cook or would I be satisfied in another way? His hips thrusting into mine with my legs wrapped around him with my back against the wall or pressed against his bed. I wondered if his mattress was soft or firm. Really? I chided myself, forcing my eyes to concentrate on parking garage or the address that I was going to. "You're pretty quiet over there," he said when he pulled int