June 1929, Tokyo, Japan I was straining for him to start. I ran my hands down his hard-muscled back from the shoulder blades to his buttocks, pushing his trousers down further on his buttocks and clutching at the orbs, willing him to start the stroking. He was inside me deep and I was panting hard for him. He spoke from the hollow of my throat. "I . . . we...
"Why would you be away when such a noble Druid, and the daughter who seeks to wed you come to make their introductions and interview us for suitability of betrothal?" The older man's dark eyes flashed with impatience for his son. "Did I not alert you that a Novice maiden would seek our betrothal from her father?" "Yes, but when you announced your plan to...
Now that he'd gotten this far with it—contacting the man and driving all the way up to Gettysburg from Washington, D.C.—Hal Collins was having second thoughts. He arrived at the house fifteen minutes early, but drove right by it and pulled over to the curb two blocks farther on. Several minutes later, the pain in his hands registered in his brain, and he rea...
So it was pointed out to me in the last chapter that I seemed to have made a mistake in which one to post, and it ended up posting the last few pages of the chapter before it. This is the correct chapter and instead of making you all wait for the finished product (This has actually been finished for years, I just have taken forever and a half to upload it) I...
Samir could hardly be called delicate in declaring who or what he was. I guess his blatant arrogance was what attracted me to him and had me submitting to him—that he seemed to have every reason to have supreme self-confidence. When he opened the door of the Dama Rose Hotel room in Damascus, Syria, on the first knock and our driver was standing there in the...
The final chapter is here. Originally, this was going to be one big chapter, but it's been taking me too long and the chapter itself is also very long, so I'm splitting it in half. I hope my friends and readers enjoy this and the last installment of Aquata Cove. ***** Chapter 100: Together Forever As far as history can remember... The old king breathes...
"Can you do something to keep that bloody hound quiet?" Barnes had had enough. He was trying to get into James' pants, yes, but the howling of that damned dog was driving him to distraction, and it was just that much more than he needed out here in a muddy trench on the Aisne with the Huns singing and shooting off their guns at ten-minute intervals from dus...
There hadn't been much of a firefight at all. The Hondurans hadn't really expected any of our Sandinista bands to strike across the Rio Coco Segovia, the river marking the Nicaragua-Honduras border, so they hadn't really seriously established a defense of the Gringo mining engineer team at the project in Brus Laguna. The Hondurans apparently hadn't bothered...
The two soldiers worked quickly and efficiently, going through the buildings in the little village on the outskirts of Baghdad, checking to make sure the area was clear before the medical convey went through. The village had been deserted for some time, having been caught in several small battles because of its location on the main road. The soldiers didn't...
"Why can't we stay outside the gates like before?" Tate asked, for what felt like the hundredth time. "Because there are bandits outside the gates and they'll attack us. Now stop worrying Shantran, there's room enough for the entire tribe inside, especially during a festival." Tate didn't say anything else but Lukas knew how tormented the younger man felt....