Everybody calls me Palmer or Mr. Palmer, but really its only Ducky that calls me Mr. Palmer. Except Agent Lee. Agent Michelle Lee. When nobodies around, she calls me her stud muffin, or Baby, because stud muffin, is too hard to say when she is in the middle of an orgasm. I don't recall how or when it started exactly, but we have been fucking like bunnies f...
Liz Brannigan was asleep. Her warm, naked body was curled up against him in a fetal position. She was sucking her thumb, which he found to be very endearing. Derek Talbot smiled. She looked so beautiful and innocent, like a little girl. Her shaved pubis only added to the effect. They hadn't fucked; they had made love - there was a distinction. A shadow...
The memory came back as it always did when I had a job interview. Little Nicola and me at eight years old sitting on her back porch talking about what we hoped we'd be doing in twenty or so years time. I was going to be a universal teacher, I'd already discovered I had a knack for it, and she was going to be a great scientist, something we both knew she coul...
Until this morning, it had not been a good week for Jack Palmer, Attorney at law. Increasingly urgent demands for overdue alimony from his bitch, ex-wife found their way almost daily to his small, two roomed office. One of his few clients was threatening to take her business elsewhere if he did not soon produce some results on the impending case against her...
Fifi's older sister, Catherine O'Quinn invited Fifi to her mating to John Palmer, son of the pack alpha from the Palmer pack of Palmer Island, South Carolina. Fifi and Catherine are the daughters of the number one beta in the Jackson Pack. Even though Fifi had broken the bond with her alpha and left her family and the pack more than twenty years ago, it woul...
Chapter 6 — THURSDAY NIGHT — Volkov throws a party The Smoke Stack was a tall and narrow club, designed to resemble the inside of a bloated factory tower. The building from the outside was made of darkly tinted glass, although even from a distance the gyrating silhouettes of dancers could be seen on every level of the club. It was the perfect location for o...
Chapter 1: The Case Sandra Wilson wasn't happy. But then, she hadn't been happy since the whole DeVere-George Blair business. Okay, it might have been an operation that the Vice squad shouldn't have had any part of. But they'd prevented murder, killed one of the most dangerous assassins in Europe and avoided a full-scale scandal. What was their reward? He...
By Lacy My husband hates cunnilingus. He'll do it if I beg, but he just doesn't have a taste for it (sorry; I just had to toss in the pun). Even if I offered to suck his cock for twice the time he works on my clit, he just doesn't want to do it. I used to press him about why he didn't like it. Once he complained, "You have a strong scent down there that I...
Eddie Bennet had a busy morning. He had traipsed on foot over the last three block radius to read each and every homes water meter. Documenting the usage before journeying onward to the next residence. Today his normal routine journey got a whole lot more interesting. Glancing at his clipboard while making his way behind a large Victorian style mansion he c...
McGee retrieved his leather bag from the trunk and joined the other team members gathered on the sidewalk in front of a navy blue townhouse. Gibbs was looking around as if searching for something or someone. "What's missing here? Does anyone else find this strange?" he asked. "Boss," said DiNozzo, "...besides the fact McGee is standing close to Ziva and h...