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...
Sitting on my porch on a warm spring day, smelling the lilacs and lavender while savoring the taste of cold lemonade in my mouth, it was hard to get my head around the idea that anyone would want to live life differently than this. But, of course, people do, they do it all the time. And at least a few of them knowingly trade the promise of this away for some...
(Author's Note: I'm sorry for the delay in getting this up. I've had a lot of personal problems lately in my life that have delayed me in getting the time to sit down and write. I hope you all enjoy, and as with all of my stories, all characters ARE 18 years of age or older.) * Running as fast as she can with the leash dangling behind her, the fresh air hi...
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...
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...