"Super damn him for making me this blisteringly horney," Sydney said as she turned off the water and stepped from the shower. She had just grabbed the towel when she heard a knock. "Just a moment, please" she called. Drying quickly and adorning the soft, plush terry cloth robe, she opened the door to find Georgi waiting. Sydney was plunged back to her vision...
"You know, when I bought this I kinda hoped *you* would be the one wearing it tonight." "You told me you'd do anything for me tonight, right? 'It's your birthday, babe, and I'm totally at your disposal.' Exact words, there." Michael looked in the mirror and sighed. She was right, of course, and he should have known by now that things rarely, if ever, went...
"Please tell Mr Peterson that Sydney Powell is here to see him". Sydney smiled professionally at the receptionist. For a lessor woman, this would have been hard to do as she was totally naked underneath her Burberry trenchcoat. Sydney was a stunning 5'8" with D cup breasts that defied gravity. Her brunette mane curved sensuously against her face, framing he...
Professor Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne awoke like she always does to NPR on the radio. As normal she rolled over to press the snooze button, the first of what normally would be several times. However, the deep pain from last night's session made her reconsider moving. Tina really worked her over, Sydney thought. Everything hurt; her arms, shoulders, back, butt an...
Gabriela unveiled her hood as she approached the tent pitched in the dark. The wind was howling—swaying the enemy flags through the crisp, ebony air. The snap of tent flaps flickered warm firelight glow into the barren, snowy plain. The Royal basecamp was in the heart of Barbarian territory. The two leagues of rogues were at war; each as wild and merciless...
The sun beat down on Sydney Bristow's head as she jogged towards headquarters. Her face showed no exertion as she pushed herself to her physical limit. Her silken brown was tied up in a pony tail that was flying around the back of her head. Her chest heaved under the sports bra that she was wearing for a top. She had her walkman on blaring some Third Eye Bli...
Act 1 - Gathering Darkness Chapter 1 - Birthday Presents Sydney's head hurt and turning over to block out the daylight streaming in through the motel window did nothing for the rest of his body either. He groaned loudly and Peter Bond called from the bed beside him, "Not the best this morning big fella!" "Please Bondy, don't shout," he whispered back, his...
(Author's Note: In the story this is placed between Chapters 5 and 6. I forgot to upload it here between them.) *** It was late last year when they'd met. Sydney at the time was in a group called W.A.R. (Women Against Racism), a collective of feminist anti-racist activists from varying shades of political positions. She and several other women had assemble...
A slow, deep burn began to incinerate Sydney's legs, the flaming heat traveling through her ass and up to the small of her back. The bar clashed back onto the rack as she finished her last rep, dark pools of sweat worn like badges of honor under her arms and the middle of her chest as the only visual indication of her hard work for the past two hours. Sydney...
"Ring-a-ring-ding". The old school bells on the door of the small flower shop rang as I stepped through the door. My girlfriend sent me here to pick up flowers for her Mom's retirement party tomorrow afternoon. "Hi! Welcome to April's Showers! My name is Sydney if you have any questions." This voice came from behind the counter. Sydney must work here at the...