Second Chances
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Aidan and Naomi returned from their honeymoon on a cold and blustery late December afternoon. They were both anxious to get to their cabin, where they could seek some warmth. When they were approaching the cutoff to her farm, Aidan looked at her with one brow raised in question.
‘Would you mind terribly if we go by my farm first? I’d like to let my brothers know that we’re home.’
Naomi kissed his cheek. ‘Of course not. In fact, I’m looking forward to seeing them too.’ She grinned at him. ‘And I know, even though you haven’t said so, that you worried about them while we were away.’
Aidan urged the horses on. ‘I can’t help it,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Old habits die hard.’
Naomi laughed and kissed him again. ‘And no matter how old you all get, they will always be your baby brothers, right?’
He grinned down at her, lovingly caressing her shining face with his eyes. She looked more radiant every day. Even her morning sickness hadn’t dulled the light in her eyes. Now that she knew what was causing it, she was almost glad to be sick in the mornings. Almost, but not quite. He squeezed her knee fondly and kissed her on her reddened nose.
‘That’s right. But, in a few months, I’ll have a different baby to worry about.’
She hugged his arm against her breast and sighed. ‘You certainly will. If you fuss over our child the same way you fuss over me, nothing will ever get done around the farm.’
Aidan shrugged again, looping an arm around her waist. ‘I’m sure we’ll manage, one way or another.’
‘I feel like we can manage anything, as long as we’re together,’ she said, returning his smile.
They started down the hill that led into the valley where Aidan’s farm was nestled. Aidan squinted, looking toward his home. His brows gathered into a frown.
‘What in the world have they been up to?’ he muttered.
Following his gaze, Naomi could see a new cabin. It was built a short distance from the original one, and the two structures were very similar in size and appearance. She and Liam exchanged puzzled glances.
Just about then, they saw Liam crossing from the barn to the cabin. He paused, looking toward them and then waved his hat. He ran to the house and soon, Brian and a young blonde woman joined him on the porch. The three of them stood watching the newlyweds approach.
Aidan pulled the wagon to a halt and set the brake. He looked for a long moment at the new cabin, then he looked for an even longer moment at the beautiful stranger beside Brian. He noticed Brian’s arm around her waist, but he said nothing. Finally, he raised a stern brow and sent matching glances to his two brothers.
‘What have you two been doing while I was away?’
Everyone laughed, including Naomi. Aidan jumped down and lifted his wife to the ground.
‘Welcome back, Aidan,’ Brian said with a grin. ‘We thought that you and Naomi might appreciate having a larger cabin than hers, so we built you one as a wedding present. We hope you like it.’
‘How could we not like it?’ Aidan said.
He was stunned by their generosity and the obvious hard work they had put into the handsome cabin. He turned to Brian and then Liam, swallowing a lump in his throat. They seemed to understand that he was truly moved by their gift, and to ease the awkward moment, they simultaneously hugged him.
Naomi and Sarah looked at each other and smiled. The two women were touched by the sight of three strong, hardworking men hugging each other, patting each other on the backs, and trying not to shed any tears. As their gazes met, the women exchanged a nod of feminine communication and instant kinship. They each loved a McKenzie brother, that alone put them in a special group, all their own.
‘I just can’t believe it.’ Aidan smiled at his brothers. ‘You guys must have worked like crazy to get this finished in two weeks. I’ve never seen a finer cabin. Thank you both.’
Naomi joined him, slipping her arm around his waist, and she smiled at Brian and Liam too. ‘It really is the nicest present anyone could have given us. How can we ever thank you enough?’
Brian and Liam both flushed with pleasure. Liam shrugged. ‘It was partially selfish of us. We didn’t want Aidan to be too far away, and like Brian said, we thought you could use a bit more room.’
Aidan smiled down at Naomi, and she nodded to his questioning glance. ‘Well, as a matter of fact,’ he said proudly, facing his brothers once more, ‘we’ll be needing more space in a few months. Naomi is expecting our first child.’
Brian and Liam shouted their approval, and everyone laughed. The brothers shared another hug, and Aidan had an even harder time holding back tears of joy as his brothers congratulated him. Of course, both Brian and Liam hugged Naomi and kissed her on the cheek. She glowed with joy.
‘You’re looking much happier than you did a few weeks ago,’ Liam told her with a wink. ‘I think marriage to Aidan agrees with you.’
‘It does,’ Naomi affirmed with a smile. She looped her arm through Aidan’s and grinned teasingly up at him. ‘He’s pretty hard to deal with, but I’ve been doing my best to make him behave.’
Aidan growled and gave her a playful slap on her bottom, causing his brothers to hoot with laughter. His eyes met Naomi’s, and she blushed, remembering the night he had spanked her. He leaned close, and his deep, husky voice was for her ears only.
‘You’re the one who had better behave, young lady.’
Naomi shivered with awareness. She tried to hide her reaction, but she was sure that Aidan had glimpsed the brief flare of arousal as he searched her blue eyes. He gave her a smug grin before turning back to his brothers.
‘Marriage is hard work, boys. It’s taken all my time and attention since we spoke the vows, but I think my wife is finally beginning to recognize who wears the pants in this family.’
‘Oh sure,’ Liam grinned. ‘We can see that Naomi is quaking in fear. If anything, I think she has you wrapped around her little finger.’
‘You both look truly happy,’ Brian chimed in. ‘I’m glad to see that our little scheme to get you back together had paid off. Sounds like I’ll be an uncle by summer.’ He gave Aidan a wicked grin. ‘You certainly didn’t waste any time.’
‘I could say the same about you,’ Aidan said, with a smiling glance at Sarah. ‘I’m only gone two weeks, and it seems there’ve been some other improvements around the place. Are you going to do the honors, or do we have to introduce ourselves to this lovely young lady?’
Brian held out a hand toward her, and Sarah grasped it, letting him pull her to his side. ‘Aidan and Naomi, this is Sarah Martin.’
‘I’m so pleased to meet you both,’ Sarah said with a smile. ‘I’ve heard so much about you from Brian and Liam. They’ve been anxious for you to get home.’
‘It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,’ Naomi said, clasping her hands and giving her a kiss on the cheek. ‘It’s a lovely surprise to see another woman around the place. Dare I hope that you’ll be staying?’
Brian put an arm around Sarah’s waist, and the gesture was both possessive and affectionate. ‘She’ll be staying,’ he said, looking into her eyes. ‘We’ll tell you all about it later, but first, we want to show you your new home.’
They took the newlyweds on a tour of the new cabin. They were awestruck by the fine workmanship and attention to detail that the younger McKenzie brothers had invested in building the fine structure. Liam’s bedroom furniture and both of their belongings had been moved into the cabin. Brian had built them a kitchen table, and Liam had built two long benches. They would eventually need more furniture for the two additional bedrooms and the living room, but they had everything they needed to start their new life together.
‘You’ve even hung curtains,’ Naomi said with delight. ‘They’re lovely!’
‘Those were Sarah’s contribution,’ Brian said proudly. ‘She said you would
appreciate having a woman’s touch.’
‘I certainly do,’ Naomi said. Once again, she clasped Sarah’s hands with a smile. ‘That was very thoughtful, Sarah. Thank you.’
Sarah beamed from the praise. ‘I’m so glad you like them. It was the least I could do.’
Naomi shivered, still cold from their long drive. Aidan was quick to bring an end to the tour. The last thing he wanted was for his pregnant wife to catch a chill. He ushered her to the door, kissing her on the temple.
‘Why don’t you and Sarah go to the other cabin and warm up? I’ll start a fire to heat this place up, and Brian and Liam can help me unpack the wagon.’
Naomi smiled up at him and nodded. The protective gleam in his eye never failed to touch her heart.
‘Alright, Aidan.’ She turned to Sarah, still smiling. ‘Perhaps you and I could start supper. I admit that I’m starving.’
As Sarah and Naomi walked to the other cabin, they were already talking and laughing like old friends. Aidan and Brian stood watching them. When they disappeared from view, Liam stepped between his older brothers and clapped them both on the shoulder. He gave them each a wide grin.
‘Enough mooning over your women! Let’s get that wagon unloaded.’
*********
Later that night, Aidan and Naomi lay ensconced in their new bedroom. The wind had picked up outside, and it howled around their cabin, venting its impotent fury. Inside, they were snug and warm, thanks to the hard work of Brian and Liam. Not a single draft of cold air came through the walls or seeped in around the snug window frame.
‘Your brothers did a fine job on this cabin,’ Naomi murmured, stroking Aidan’s arm that was wrapped around her waist. ‘They must love you very much.’
Aidan smiled and kissed her hair, squeezing her tighter against his side. ‘They do. I was overwhelmed by their generosity and thoughtfulness.’
Naomi craned her neck to look up at him. She was lying partially across his chest, her limbs entwined with his. He was usually completely at ease following their lovemaking, but he seemed distracted, thoughtful.
‘What’s the matter, Aidan? What are you thinking about?’
He met her eye and sighed. ‘I’m just worried about Brian. He’s seems to be getting into deep water with Sarah. I don’t know how to help. I can’t say I approve of him seducing an innocent woman outside of marriage, and yet, I can’t tell him to do anything different.’ He laughed wryly. ‘He wouldn’t listen, even if I did. He’s always had a mind of his own.’
Naomi frowned thoughtfully. ‘I don’t really understand what the problem is. If they love each other, why don’t they just get married? Wouldn’t that be the best way?’
Aidan had to bite his tongue to keep from telling her about Sarah. Brian had taken him aside after supper. He had explained the situation, including Sarah’s loss of memory and the fact that she was wanted for murder. He had sworn Aidan to secrecy. Brian didn’t want either Sarah or Naomi to be frightened or upset. Although it went against Aidan’s better judgment, he had reluctantly agreed to maintain his silence on the matter.
Realizing the Naomi was watching him with growing curiosity, he squeezed her bottom fondly. ‘I see how it is,’ he teased. ‘It took me long enough to convince you to marry me, but now that you’ve taken the plunge, you think every other woman should follow suit.’
‘Well, of course,’ Naomi said, rising on her elbow to grin down at him. ‘If I had known that marriage could be this much fun, I would have insisted on you taking me to a preacher that very first day.’
‘Ah, so you like being married to me, huh?’ Aidan pulled her onto his chest, using both hands to knead the globes of her bottom. ‘I think you just enjoy using my body.’
Naomi giggled as she spread hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck and upper chest. She sat up, straddling his waist.
‘Mmmm,’ she agreed in a husky moan, ‘and it’s such a lovely body too. So beautiful.’ She traced the line of his nose, lips and jaw slowly with her fingers. ‘So strong.’ Her hands cruised slowly over his wide shoulders and upper arms, kneading his muscles with hands of heated velvet. ‘So firm.’ She explored his ridged abdomen, tracing the lines on his rock hard belly.
She gave him a smile and lifted up on her knees, sliding backward so that his throbbing erection was in front of her. She grasped him in both hands, gripping with her fists as she stroked him. Her eyes met his, and her smile turned delightfully wicked. ‘And so magnificently large.’
‘Jezebel,’ he growled, thoroughly content to be seduced by her yet again.
Naomi assumed a wide-eyed look of disappointment. She thrust her bottom lip out in a playful pout. ‘You don’t like what I’m doing?’ she asked, fondling his balls with one hand.
‘You know good and well that I love it, you little minx.’
Her sultry chuckle made him shiver with pleasure. ‘Mmmm,’ she agreed with another throaty moan. ‘I do know you love it.’
She slid further back and leaned down until her breasts were dangling on either side of his aching erection. She caught his eye and gave him a naughty smile as she squeezed her breasts around him, enveloping his cock with her firm, plump orbs. She slid slowly up and down his length, moaning as she ministered to his erection.
Aidan could barely draw a breath as he watched her. Her breasts were mouthwatering as she used them to pleasure him. He could see her hardened nipples peeking out between her fingers, as she cupped her breasts. Each time his cock disappeared between the creamy mounds, he groaned, waiting impatiently for the purple head to reappear. The sight of her caressing her neck and the underside of her delicate jaw with the tip of his throbbing cock was enthralling. The feeling of her skin, like the finest silk, drove him insane with desire.
He enjoyed her play for as long as he could stand it before he gave in to temptation and fisted his hand into her hair. He used his other hand to free his cock and guide it to her mouth. When she opened her lips and enveloped the head of his erection, he moaned with relief. When she thrust her mouth down onto his length, not stopping until he butted against the back of her throat, he released an even deeper moan, fraught with satisfaction.
Naomi inwardly smiled as she made love to him with her mouth. His constant stream of moans and guttural groans were testament to his enjoyment of her efforts. She bobbed her head, squeezing with her lips and caressing with her tongue as she sucked steadily on his cock. Using her hand, she stroked the base of his erection that wouldn’t fit into her mouth. She would have continued until he found release, but after several minutes, Aidan gripped her hair and lifted her head.
‘Let me finish,’ she protested.
With a growl, he gripped her upper arms and lifted her onto his chest once more. He seized her mouth, drinking greedily from her soft lips as he rolled her beneath him. He nudged her thighs wide apart and thrust into her. His groan of satisfaction was long and heartfelt. He needed to be inside her.
Naomi wrapped her legs around his waist as Aidan invaded her with deep, pounding strokes. She clutched him to her, moaning and gasping as he pressed her onto higher and higher slopes of passion. Each thrust became more demanding, each caress more blatantly possessive, each kiss more heated.
Aidan rose onto his arms to better appreciate the sensual tableau beneath him. Naomi’s eyes were heavy lidded, her lips parted, her ivory breasts bounced each time he hammered into her sweet pussy. He watched with fascination as his shining, engorged cock stretched her outer lips and disappeared inside her again and again and again.
Naomi was frantic, arching and straining as she met every thrust. Her moans turned pleading, and her eyes begged him for relief. With a flurry of strokes, he drove her into the madness, and his hoarse howl of triumph hung in the air as
he emptied himself into her welcoming haven. He collapsed onto her, nuzzling her neck as he enjoyed the contractions of her inner muscles. Aidan smiled, breathing deeply of her womanly fragrance. It had never felt so good to be home.
*********
Brian sat on a bale of hay in the barn, cleaning a bridle while his thoughts grappled with more difficult tasks. It was sometime in the wee hours of the morning, but he had retreated there. Sleep had become an elusive entity for the past several weeks. Although he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to slip into the soothing arms of Morpheus, Brian couldn’t seem to find any relief from his constant worry and growing fear.
It was early February, and nothing had been resolved between him and Sarah. She had continued to remember bits and pieces about her past, but nothing substantial, nothing that could help him to clear her name. He couldn’t escape the feeling that sooner or later, despite his best efforts to shield her, his angel would be endangered.
With every day that passed, Brian grew increasingly disturbed and impatient, restless and anxious. Sarah had started her monthly barely a week after Aidan’s return. Brian’s logical side had been relieved to know that she wasn’t pregnant. The very last thing he wanted was for her to get caught with his child in her belly before she had his ring on her finger. He never wanted her to be shamed in such a way. His barbarian side had been far from pleased. On a deeply primitive level, he wanted nothing better than to plant his seed deep inside her womb, to claim her as his woman in the most ultimate fashion.
Since that first monthly flow, he had been much more cautious. Each time Brian made love to Sarah, he was careful to withdraw, depositing his creamy fluid on her soft belly or back. Her wimpering sighs of disappointment when he withdrew from her at the height of their passion only echoed his own keen frustration. Although their lovemaking continued to be magnificent in every other respect, he ached to reclaim the sublime pleasure of spilling himself inside her, of feeling her body lovingly receive his seed. Purposely trying to avoid fathering her child went against his most basic masculine instincts.
Even more disturbing to Brian was the fact that he could not claim Sarah as his wife. Neither his brothers nor Naomi had ever shown any disapproval of their living arrangements. Sarah openly shared Brian’s bed. His family accepted it because they knew he would take Sarah to wife at the earliest opportunity. Brian was beginning to wonder whether that opportunity would ever arise. He knew that Sarah had the same doubts, although she never complained. He was at his wit’s end, and he hated the feelings of uselessness and helplessness that plagued him.
Short of running away, going somewhere where no one knew about Sarah’s past, he couldn’t think of any way to improve their current circumstances. Leaving the farm that he and his brothers had built would be difficult. He had poured his heart into the venture, working side by side with Aidan and Liam to build something from nothing. He didn’t want to leave, especially since they had started to reap the rewards of all their hard work. But if something didn’t happen soon that would allow them to clear Sarah’s name, Brian was beginning to think he would have no choice but to leave with her. Sarah was more important to him than the farm or even his brothers. If he were forced to choose, he would choose her.
Heaving a deep sigh, Brian put away the bridle and extinguished the lantern. He shuddered from cold as he tromped through the moonlit snow. Removing his boots at the front door, he tiptoed to his bedroom, slipping silently inside. He had moved his things into Aidan’s old room, so that he and Sarah would have a bit more privacy. He quickly shed his clothes and slid beneath the quilts, shivering slightly as he pulled his angel into his arms.
She woke with a gasp and then turned to snuggle against his chest. ‘You’re cold,’ she murmured sleepily. ‘Let me warm you.’
Brian closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of her warm hands stroking his chest and her heated breath feathering his neck. He tightened his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
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Alyssa’s cerulean eyes seemed to drink in every detail of John’s shocked expression as she waited for his reaction. “What did you do?!” he finally whispered, staring unblinking at the elongated tips of her ears. She hesitated, unsure of herself. “I wanted to do it for you ... It felt like it was time.” Closing the distance between them, John gathered her in his arms and pulled her in for a smouldering kiss. Alyssa’s doubts fell away as she responded to him, moaning into his mouth, the tips...
Once in a while there are moments that occur in one’s life that seem to stand out more so than any of the rest. Sometimes those moments are bad, and sometimes they are good, but one thing about them that no one can ever dispute is – once you have them, things will never be the same. ‘Thank you, Ma’am. God bless you and good evening.’ ‘You are welcome. Enjoy. God bless you.’ The serving line continued on eternally. Sarah Rose Appleton lifted her glove-covered hand and wiped the sweat off her...
I’m a really terrific liar. It’s a talent. I know it sounds awful. My mom totally grounded me like a billion times when I was in high school, for being a liar that is. My lying is problematic and I worry about it. Sometimes I can’t decide if I’m a “good girl” wrapped up in a “bad girl”, or if I’m a “bad girl” wrapped up in a “good girl”? You decide. But actually I’ve found my lying to be a very useful talent. But that’s another story. I don’t really know why I lie so much. Maybe it’s because...
So I’ve been sucking cock at least three days a week with my Mailman As I’ve said before I enjoy licking pussyas well Well it’s Tuesday I’m at my local coffee placeits packed as always only chair &table available is with this lovely lady I ask if I can joinher says she doesn’t mind We chat about everything she tells me she’s married but not happy , she even tells me her sex life is dead , which I couldn’t imagine she is very voluptuous I love women that are Bbws and has big tits and she as...
It started as a drive most of the way across the state. We were due to give a presentation at a small conference and she was nervous. She wasn't a big fan of public speaking. It doesn't bother me much, so I was pretty relaxed. She spent most of the ride (I was driving) to look over her notes a dozen or so times. I spend most of the ride looking her over as subtly as I could. She isn't a supermodel or anything, but everything about her is cute. She has shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes...
Once the station was secured, and they were certain that no more Bugs were hiding out in service tunnels or air ducts, the state of emergency was lifted. The crimson glow was finally replaced with the warmth of the sunlamps, the barriers returning to their recesses in the deck, and the cool breeze once again rustling the leaves of what trees remained. The damage to the station was extensive but mostly superficial. Besides for the breaches that the boarding craft had punctured in the hull,...
The plans we had laid out for the creation of a library in Ureda required establishing a local presence first, as we did not want a mysterious building to appear out of nowhere. We wanted this to be something the local Uredans felt they had built. The location we picked for the library was on a promontory a little more than half a mile from the fork in the coastal trade road that marked the turn off to Ureda. At the fork itself, we bought an old building that had been built over 30 years...
I had been crying, on and off, for more than an hour. When Janie told me she wanted a separation I was hurt and confused. We had been married five years and true, it wasn't as good now as it was in the beginning. For one thing, we rarely had sex anymore and if we did, it was quite routine. When we first met and starting dating, everything was great. We did lots of stuff together and had sex all the time. We were so good together, that I had the confidence to tell her about my...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyone wishing to archive this story is free to do so. Anyone not wishing to archive this story, is also free to do so. So there. ----------- SECOND CHANCE... By Gunslinger Jack had maybe a second's warning, out of the corner of his eye. He'd barely started to look up, when there was a dull 'thump', and he was forcibly lifted from the seat of his ten-speed and hurled through the air. He had an instant in which to register surprise before he made...
Second Chance By Julie O. Edited by Robert Arnold Chapter 1 (Sometime in 2008) In many ways it started off as very typical day. I arrived home from a long day at work, and after greeting Max the cat at the front door of my condo, I sorted through the day's mail. For the most part it was the usual collection of bills, magazines, and junk mail. However,...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am riding on the back of Matt Frawley's motorcycle. I press myself against him, and my breasts tingle as they tease his bulky, sweat stained back. We careen around curves on the Angeles Crest Highway, and we exit down a winding road into the National Forest. We roll to a halt in a gravel parking lot strewn with remnants of bikers' parties. Matt hides the bike in a stand of oaks. He puts his arm around my waist, and...
Secondary Education Chapter 2, The Trouble With PE By Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am rounding the last turn of the mandatory mile. Each footfall is unbearable. The sun, the smog, and the heat are relentless. Coach is screaming words I cannot hear over the blood pounding in my ears. I cross the finish line and collapse at his feet. "Get up, move around before you puke, Flowers." "I can't, Coach." It is too late. I retch on the ground at Coach's feet, a watery gruel. I...
Secondary Education By Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 3 Self Improvement Please email me a comment if you are enjoying (or not) my story. Our apartment is dark, hot and empty when I get home. I am a latchkey kid, and have been since my dad went to jail for the penultimate time, when he got his second strike for dealing meth back in '02. Now, he's in for 25, and I am sure Mom is heading back into custody for parole violation. In her waste basket I find used...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Please email me or post a comment if you like, or dislike my story. Thanks. Chapter 4 Initiation I wait in line at Target behind a squat Latina and her raucous brood. She barks shrill commands and threats, which they cheerfully ignore as they slip cheap toys into her already stuffed shopping cart. Her boyfriend ignores the anarchy as he adds an armful of last minute items to their tottering pile of goods. The cashier...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 5 A Hard Road to Ho. I awake alone, my limbs twisted in rumpled sheets. The tattered window shade flaps in a desultory breeze billowing in one moment, sucking against the screen in the next. The cheerful trill of a passing ice cream truck making its final rounds makes me hungry, and I drag myself from the bed. I look out the window into the gloaming. It's night. I have slept a couple of hours. The...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 6 Night on the Town I sit in the back seat of a speeding, SUV, wedged between two Mara soldiers. Jose's corpse lies under a bloody blanket behind us, his face obliterated by the pointblank blast from Antoine's shotgun. Hector drives the Escalade up and down Jefferson Boulevard, the uneasy border between the Crip and Mara fiefdoms, speeding past its many shuttered used furniture stores, but slowing as he...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 7 The Tipping Point The rising sun paints the smoggy sky over Los Angeles fuchsia. The air is dense with the smoke of distant wildfires. The breeze is already hot. It stirs the trash from overflowing garbage cans and sends it tumbling down the streets. Greasy food wrappers twirl in trash cyclones: In and Out, Jack in the Box, Weinerschnitzel. The sight makes me nauseous, and I choke back a gag. My eyes...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 8 Making Up My Incomplete I cinch a belt around the baggy waist of my Dockers. The pants' seat and thighs are just as tight as the waist is loose. My old boy clothes don't fit my new body. It is as Tyler, rather than Tyla, that I am re- enrolling, two weeks late, in Fairfax High's summer program. I wrap my boobs with an Ace bandage to squeeze them flat, and cover up my curves with tee shirt and a faded Kobe...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 9, Seeing No Evol Matt Frawley's arms are glistening in the slanting rays of August sunshine. He dribbles behind his back, wrong footing his defender. Matt deftly crosses the ball over, changing direction and bounce passes it to Antoine, who is streaking down the court on the fast break and scores an easy lay up. Matt whoops a victorious hurrah, and his blue eyes for a moment meet mine until he is distracted by...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 10 Reincarnation I am asleep in the arms of my Bodhisattva. He strokes my forehead. "Look within to find consciousness of the skandhas that survived your rebirth." I concentrate, and focus on a fuzzy, black and white image. "I was Private Flores, an American warrior in the jungle battles of Laos. I killed many and died filled with guilt and hatred. These passions survived inside me, and even they roil...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Is This Nirvana? Chapter 11 I awaken with a shudder. A fractured ray of sunlight pierces the crack between a pair threadbare quilts which have been hung as an makeshift curtain. From outside I hear the clamor of banda piped through the tinny speakers of a catering truck. A hot breeze wafts a rancid flume of stale cooking oil, jalapeno and stewed pork. I feel nauseous, and choke back a heave. I have mind-splitting...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 12, My Missing Pieces Oprah's over, Rikki Lake's not on yet, and Dr. Phil depresses me. So I flick off the television. I pick up a month-old "Us" magazine: Lindsey's back in rehab, Paris is busted for DUI again, same old, same old. I throw it back on the table and wish I had something to do. I am a high school dropout. During my convalescence after being castrated, I missed the start of school at Hollywood...
Secondary Education Chapter 13 Screen Kisses [email protected] This is a continuation of a sexually explicit story. If depictions of sex disturb you, or if you are under the age of 18, do not read this story. All persons and events depicted herein are fictional. If you like, hate or otherwise react to this story, please email me at the address above or post a comment to the site where you read it. Xoxox, TF I am squeezed between Ocho Loco and Hector on the sagging,...
Secondary Education Chapter 14 Betrayal [email protected] In Tyla's harsh demi-monde, how shall she discern the betrayer from the betrayed? Cautionary Note: This is adult erotic fiction (not fantasy) and should not be read by non-adults or by adults who are offended by violence or explicit erotica involving under-aged transgendered protagonists. All persons depicted are fictional, and...
I had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...
Love StoriesI had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...
Love StoriesSecond Chance, By Armond "I come bearing gifts," she said, holding up a white sack. "We had a bunch left over, and I hated to see them go to waste." "Chocolate chip scones? Gina Strega, you are sinful," Marita said, peering in the bag. She grabbed the one with the most chips and bit in; crumbs tumbled down her white blouse. "You don't have to stuff us with yummy bribes, dear, we ARE changing you back." "I wasn't trying to bribe anyone," Gina said, "I thought you might...
Like most high school sweethearts, Gail and I had dreams and plans. We would go to the same college, settle down, get married, and have kids. Things just didn't work out that way. For a start, we were approved for different colleges. Of course, we pledged to stay together and continue our relationship and we did that for several months. But, little by little, the calls and texts dwindled to a few — then none. Despite wanting it to work, our deepest fears were realised and our relationship fell...
Love StoriesWhat puzzled her was that even though her parent’s finances were shaky, they always seemed to have the money to send her to prestigious private schools. She had earned a bachelor’s degree, an MBA and now just completed her law degree, all from Ivy League universities, along with experience in prestigious management consulting companies in between her degrees. She asked her mother a few times over the years how they could afford her schooling, when they often had trouble paying their other...
It had been three years. Three looooooong years as far as her libido was concerned. She’d stayed far away from all of it; buried herself in her awful temp job that had since become a permanent secretary position, not that it’s permanence made it any better, just more predictable. She’d aided her ailing mother until she’d died six months before and her sister was so far AWOL she hadn’t even shown to the funeral. She was alone and emotionally destitute when not so long ago her life...