Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Home sweet home." Wynonna announced out loud, after swinging the door open to Shorty's. "Wynonna." Waverly scolded with a soft hiss. "Relax, I'm joking." Wynonna soothed, before admitting, "Sort of." Waverly sighed, "Let's just get this over with." "A...
It was just another morning. Everyone had left the neighborhood to go to work. I was smoking a cigarette on the front porch when I noticed the lady a few doors down struggling to get her car started. She had recently moved in and I had not met her, but being the shadetree mechanic I was, I walked over and introduced myself. "Can I help you?" I offered. She l...
The next morning Nina awoke to the sensation of having her left nipple being sucked on. She thought she may have been dreaming but she opened her eyes and it was light and she looked up into the deep steel blue eyes of her lover. Steele was on top of her, between her legs as he sucked on her tits. He smiled down at her as she blinked a few times and realized...
Chapter 07 Invading my maids' intimates has its consequences -- Tarek. It was raining when I finally got home in the evening. The rain had been a welcome respite from the usual October heat we had been experience lately. I had spent the whole day with my friends. It was our mid semester break. Early this August we had all gone to different universities. I...
She felt Larry before she saw him, his big warm hands sliding over her arms to massage her shoulders through her white silk blouse. Vicky gasped and spun her office chair around to face him. She was getting a little tired of this! Larry smiled innocently, pulling his hands away and stepping back. The office junior was just out of college and looked every bit...
The soft creaking of leather and almost musical clinking of chains filled his ears, but behind that was another nearly constant sound. Quiet, almost barely voiced moaning and whispered pleadings, punctuated with gasps of pleasure or pain. It was all dark for Andrew, the supple leather covering his eyes effectively cutting out even the smallest glimpses of li...
The procession would not have seemed out of place in the old days, even in the darkest hours of night. The warrior Vick Varonne, in gleaming plate mail, his helmet tucked under one arm and his hand and a half sword hung at his hip, very nearly dragging to the ground. A cloak was slung about his shoulders, then pinned close to his back by his lion's head shie...
-------------------- Edited and polished by Bronzeage. Great job, thank you --------------------- ʺHoney, go ahead! I have to tell you something, too.ʺ Andromeda looked at him and smiled. She selected her words carefully. ʺI've invited Samantha to stay with us over the weekend. I believe you are not really happy with this rotation theme. So I came to the...
“Harry, it’s 10 o’clock; aren’t you going to even look for a job today,” I asked. He looked down sullenly at his coffee cup as if he had no idea about how to answer. I was confused. Harry had been an engineer for the same company, Munson Technologies, for almost 20 years (the only job that he had ever held), but technology changed and Harry no longer fit in...
"You are going to 75 High Street, shop called Carters Jewellers." The voice came over the radio. Mark scribbled it down and acknowledged it. "Yeah, roger control, 75 High Street," he confirmed. "You have an elderly female, collapsed," the voice continued. "All received control, we're mobile." Mark put the radio back on its hook and turned to his crewmate....