Much like the stories in Penthouse our evening started out as just “another innocent evening”. We met up with another couple and had drinks at their house before piling into the car and heading out to a local bar for a night of partying. This was nothing new; we do
You know how she feels, she’s walking into the room, glancing left and right, desperately searching for someone to catch her eye, for someone she recognises, she smoothes her cream skirt. The party is in full swing, groups are chatting in circles, a laugh over there, a flirty smile to
Ponytail…
Author: FourHours This is a difficult story to tell. It’s as true as I believe it to be. The night before I leave for an out of town trip we meet up with a buddy before heading to a bar for drinks. They hug when he arrives. They always hug.
