The Amazon Combat Arena By Submissive Romantic Edited by michael-leonard ***** Prologue: "Julio, you've got to pull that jab back quicker or a better fighter is going to be feeding you leather," Mike shouted as he studied the two fighters in the ring. "Don't make me come in there to prove it to you." Mike was the instructor and the night manager of The...
After my weekend back-to-back sessions with Bethany on Saturday and Karen on Sunday, I would have expected to be dragging badly on Monday morning. Why would any graduate student in his right mind sign up for an 8 a.m. class on any day, let alone Monday, Wednesday, and Friday? To my great surprise, however, I awakened Monday morning about 5:30 a.m. feeling r...
John stood in the doorway and stared at the destruction Larn'kelnar had wrought. When the energy beam had cut the Invictus in half, it had scythed through the bedroom, melting the titanium superstructure with ease. Where John's massive bed had once rested against the wall, the room was now open to the elements, giving him a spectacular view of the Arcadian j...
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The sun rays streaming in through the open blinds greeted me into the morning, as I stirred from my sleep and groaned, my eyes barely adjusting to all that light. I realised I'd forgotten to close the blinds at night, exhausted as I'd been after three meetings. Fumbling around with closed eyes, I located the button for the blinds and pressed it, sighing in r...
1. On his 36th birthday, Sam Dunlevy decided that he was a bartender. He wasn't an actor, a writer, or a musician tending bar until he got his big break, like virtually everybody else behind the stick in Los Angeles; he wasn't "finding himself," or marking time until he decided what he wanted to be when he grew up. He was grown up, and he was a bartender. H...
(Tom) "Tomorrow is WHAT?" I asked. Surely I'd heard wrong. "Nude Day!" Karen said, giggling. "That's not a real holiday," I said. "It is, look!" She handed me her phone. It was on some website that said that tomorrow was indeed Nude Day. "This can't be real," I said. "The guys said the resort is having an event for it tomorrow," she said. The guys she...
Data walked towards the window of the ready room by the Captain's chair and stared out into deep space. He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. He wrapped his arms around his sides and just enjoyed the moment. Deanna, now fully dressed, curled up in the large leather chair at the opposite end of the room. She was exhausted. She bent her knees under her and wra...
From my seat at the computer, I could move my head a little to the left and see the middle of the back yard. That's where the lounge chair was laid out flat, and that's where Samantha was laid out flat on top of it. But there was nothing flat about Sam. I took a quick peek, and noted the little bumps in the skimpy bra, where her dainty nipples were standing...
*** "Cause I need to watch things die From a good, safe distance Vicariously, I live While the whole world dies You all need it too, don't lie." MJK *** Travis Cole couldn't complain about his life. Being the only child of a wealthy family, he had a solid upbringing. The prosperous education allowed him to achieve enormous professional success; he wa...