Author's note: This story takes place during season 2. *** The woman who called herself Amanda Clarke stared dumbfounded at her TV screen, unable to believe what she was hearing. It was true it might mean this nightmare was finally over... or it was just beginning. It all depended whether Emily Thorne, a.k.a. the real Amanda Clarke had done this, and if s...
"If you put it anywhere else in the world it would be tacky," someone told Neil once. They had been talking about the little surfer-pub on the promenade, and Neil was a local there. He'd grown up in the little seaside town, and had seen it grow and shrink with the seasons. Already the long hot summer was starting to condense into a beautiful autumn, and the...
Peering out the peephole of my door, I could see you standing there upon the stoop. I noticed that you were nervous, for some reason, as you were nibbling on your lower lip, as is your habit to do so when you are nervous or uncertain. You stood with your back to me and slowly, when you heard my voice, turned to face me. You gave me a mischievous smirk of a s...
Chapter 01: The Motel Clerk and the Wedding Present My wife, Karen and I had left immediately after work Friday evening to attend a friend's wedding in another state. The wedding was Saturday evening and the plan was to arrive late Friday night and then relax at our motel all day Saturday. Karen works as an agent for a real estate firm and I sell advertisin...
Mary was waiting when John reached the markets. She pointed down an alley to three men drinking coffee. "Some cadres are waiting for you," she whispered, "what have you done?" He looked at Mary she was a tough old fighter. She had changed dramatically since he started to help her daughter and her friends. She used to be his greatest critic. Now if any one s...
The movement of the blue crescent was filled with a collage of sounds. The mixture of sounds resembled the gurgle that smiling babies make after quenching a harsh thirst, the sounds that a flock of water fowl made after bathing within an ocean and a sound that resembled, blended with, the cacophony of an arena; voices raised until all that can be discerned i...
It's the feel, I think, more than the appearance. Yes I'm interested in how they look, but I am more interested in the touch. Sure, the cut, the style, how much is covered and how much is revealed are important, but nowhere near as much as the sensations I receive. I get so aroused by simply holding the garment in my hands that sometimes it's nearly impossib...
To prevent Nancy from shutting down Teri reached up and gently began to stroke Nancy's clitoris as though it were a miniature cock. "Just a sex toy but somewhat larger than you are used to," explained Teri lovingly, "Allow yourself to adjust to the different girth. I know that you will enjoy the result when I insert the other end in my own drooling canal."...
Gifted Grifter #2: The Traveling Salesgirl I was anxious to take advantage of the possibilities I was afforded by my new mind-reading machine, but I had promised my student assistant, Jessie, that I wouldn't quit my job at the Department of Defense until she finished collecting her dissertation data. I didn't want to get screwed over by my leaving before sh...
BB lay between awake and sleep, her thoughts on this dream, this wish that now cuddled beside her. His heat warming her chill soul, and his caress resurrecting ancient memories filling her blissfully in a passionate embrace: Love. To feel as he felt, secure in his arms free from the lonely, empty cold she held the memory living the dream. Drawing him closer...