Chapter 1 Their bodies were slick with sweat. What they were doing was forbidden and they both knew it. If anyone found out about their stolen hour once a week they could lose so much. But to be together they would have risked much more. To them it was more than sex though that's what started their meetings. It was love that bound then to each other, the ki...
my head snaps back as my lips overflow with the silken feeling of... of... where was i, as consciousness returns. Disbelief and reality unfolds, eyes fall weak as my bra cuts into my chest. tess, snap out, my head spins trying to recover. Breasts crushed into me and my weight leans forward, arms bound wide as if crucified; silken cock fucking my face. i can'...
Chapter One: No Ordinary Girl There were two things that Cypress Madison had never been. She had never been anything more than ordinary. She was not talented, or graceful, or even very smart, although most people assumed she was a genius of some sort. No, she had no ability for anything like sports or the arts. And her GPA was usually just enough to keep he...
Chapter 11: Justice The crowned female figure of Justice, depicting Astraea, Goddess of Justice in Greek mythology, is seated between the pillars of positive and negative forces. .. . She does not permit temptation or envy to misguide her. -Tarot Classic, Stuart R. Kaplan Harmony. Restoration of balance. Fairness. Maintaining a proper balance. Order resto...
Everyone involved is over 18. * It was Friday afternoon at the office. Samantha or Sam to her friends sat across the cubicle lane from her work friend Meredith. "It is getting to be around that time," she thought to herself as she glanced up at the wall clock. Meredith was focused on verifying time sheets and did not notice when Gary strolled in. Gary wa...
Just another story. I have friends that are deeply involved in coonhound competitions, and they gave me advice. If I got it wrong, blame me. ................................................ Ever think about words and their meaning? I do, sometimes. Cliche is one of my favorites. In most dictionaries the standard definition is: "A phrase dulled in meaning...
V He knew he didn't have to say it, it was totally unnecessary, but he said it anyway. "They're back." Jenny moved quickly sliding into her silk robe, tying the belt around her waist she gingerly approached the window, stopping the second; the dark brown, bald head man threw a hand up making a stop sign. "What are we going to do?" "You're asking me as i...
This is a prequel to, and assumes you've read Promises, Promises pt. 1. My thanks to Bad Hobbit for his insightful comments on the original draft. ***** She was perfect, and I hadn't expected that. I was looking for something specific: a straightforward explanation of how enzymes use quantum tunneling to transfer electrons. I wasn't expecting to meet the l...
We sleep late. I woke, looking around my now-familiar bedroom, at the dirty clothes from yesterday always strewn on the floor from last night. Emma sleeps next to me, her back to me. I draw my fingernails lightly down her back, and she lithely stretches her back to me. "Mm Fred..." she mumbles in her sleep and I scratch harder. She purrs, like a cat, and sl...
Being Sheriff of Tuckahoe County, Tennessee means I get to see a lot of things. I say, “get to see”, but sometimes, I’d rather they just left me out of it entirely. Some of the things I’m called upon to take care of aren’t much fun, like when Clarence Upton’s boy wrapped his old blue convertible around that big oak at the end of Miller’s Lane. Not pretty, th...