The Spirti of the Kajira
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Our first interview the next morning didn't take long, but it proved more worthwhile than any we'd had so far. The nurse, a woman named Rosemary Rogers, had only worked for Melville for a week when he fired her. Jerome asked her if she'd ever seen Melville abuse little Donna, and her answer surprised both of us. "No," she said, "but it wouldn't surprise me if he did. The day he fired me, the little girl accidentally knocked over a glass of juice, which unaccountably terrified her...
I'd just stepped from the shower and was toweling my body dry when Dad hollered through the door, "It's Barbie on your cell phone. You left your phone in your purse on the entry console table again." I yelled back, "Did you answer the call?" He laughed. "Oh, of course you did, or you wouldn't know it was Barbie." I cracked the door to the bathroom to reach for the phone, and my father's eyes met mine but only briefly before they wandered down my naked body. She's gorgeous, he...
Chaper 1NOT JUNKAs the crowds passed by she sat there, totally unnoticed and utterly unnoticeable. Flicking through the paper, her cappuccino going cold in her hand she was glancing at the words. The words seemed to form a smooth pattern across the dull, crumpled sheets but other than a pretty pattern barely a word in front of her made sense.Individual words stuck out, almost like they were jumping out from the sheet, WAR,TAX, RAPE, FINE, ECONOMY, JAIL, TERRORISM, but none of them where good...
That same night, Jerome and his cohorts whisked Jason away from the hospital to our Las Vegas safe house. The extraction was surprisingly easy. However, Jason's disappearance pissed off the LVPD. Stone's body had surfaced, and the cops wanted to talk to Jason about a possible connection between Stone's death and Jason's gunshot wound. I met Maxie and Jason's mother, but I wasn't in the mood to socialize. The evening quickly turned into a Watson family reunion, and I didn't feel like a...
"Remember everyone, Melville and Fitzgerald's thoughts came to me disjointed, out of sequence, personalized, and interspersed with extraneous, mundane or unimportant ramblings. I'll try to present what I learned in a more coherent fashion. Some of what I'll tell you will be assumptions needed to fill in gaping holes, areas neither man thought about. The assumptions are logical, but they aren't fact and could be in error." I paused and said to my father, "When I make an assumption,...
"Dad, I have a date tonight, a boy named Jason Watson. He's Terry's cousin, in town visiting for a week. It's a double date with Terry and Barbie." He gave me a steady, studied gaze and asked, "What's the catch? You wouldn't give me so many details unless you wanted to bury me in minutia so I'd miss the big picture." "He's twenty, a college boy." "I see. I have only one question, cupcake. Can you handle him?" "What do you mean?" "If you say no, will he respect your...
As Jason was opening the door to our room, my cell phone jangled. It was buried in the depths of my large purse, a purse I'd started referring to as the Black Hole of Phoenix. Seemingly, whatever went into it could never be found again, including my cell phone. I hurried inside the room while digging around in the black hole for the phone, planning to dump the purse's contents on the bed to give me a visual reference for my search, when the phone stopped ringing. "Dad, most likely....
"Sara," I said, "let's visit the ladies room." Some unnecessary troubles were brewing in paradise that I could fix before they grew out of proportion. We were dining. Shrimp scampi for me; I don't know what the others ordered, but when it came to seafood, I wasn't very adventuresome. I loved shrimp, detested salmon and was indifferent about cod. Why risk ordering something I've never tasted? I reasoned. Risk was Sara's problem too. She'd mentally listed every possible excuse or...
The day started out so promising. Dad knew or figured out everything, including the loss of my innocence, as he called it. What's more, he didn't condemn me, just the opposite. He encouraged me to go for it, to have fun with my college boy for the next five days. Then Barbie showed up and regurgitated all her troubles with Claudia while I listened patiently. After I reassured her I was still her best friend, she let her mind run wild with sexual fantasies about the two of us while she...
Serenity. Rage. My heart sunk. The paintings didn't invoke serenity or rage. I felt nothing but despair when I gazed at them. What happened? How could I have fooled myself so easily? Dad and Barbie, too? The paintings hung side by side on the large family room wall, so they were displayed in an optimum manner, but... Jason gave me an inquisitive look. He was wondering how he could tell me I'd failed. Then he recognized my distress and realized something was amiss. "What's wrong,...
Since as long as you can remember, you have had the ability to read minds, you've always been annoyed with that power, despite the benefits it has at times, as it can't be turned off so you're constantly hearing people's thoughts. However, one day you find that it's not just hearing thoughts that you're capable of, you can project your thoughts into another's mind and make it as if they were the person's thoughts. They will then act according to the thoughts you implanted, so if you projected a...
Mind ControlA week went by, and then another. I painted during the day, finishing both Serenity and Rage, but other successful attempts to capture emotions on canvas eluded me. I'd come close with Indifference, but in the end, scraped the canvas clean and resized it, using a neutral polyvinyl acetate, rather than gesso. The cute girl at the art store told me gesso was all right for acrylic paints but recommended the PVA sizing for oils. Jason, the morning person, called me every morning on his way to...
"Ooh, Jason, I love the cut!" I did, too. The hair stylist had given him a shaggy-dog look, which enhanced his rugged, handsome face. With a grimace, I added, "I still see you, though. You, Jason Watson, still shine through. I know you don't like the idea, but you need to change the color, too." "Uh-uh. I won't let you dye my hair blond. I'd look ridiculous." I laughed gaily. "I agree. How about red?" "Worse." "How about brown, then?" "My hair is already...
I shifted gears in the pickup truck. Ground the gears would be more accurate. Although I'd been driving for over a year, shifting still befuddled me. It was a foot/hand coordination thing I couldn't seem to get right. The truck was ten years old, and Dad considered it a member of the family and refused to trade it in on a new model. As far as I was concerned, it was the black sheep of the family. Our one-year-old Honda Accord had an automatic transmission and other bells and whistles that...
I woke up late and decided to eat breakfast before I showered, so I threw on a robe and hurried toward the kitchen. That's when Dad's thoughts entered my mind and stopped me in my tracks. He was having another one-sided conversation with my dead mother. She lost her innocence, Hazel. When I gathered dirty clothes to start the laundry, the evidence was obvious. Now what? No, don't answer me. You lost yours at a younger age than Katy. You're probably surprised she waited this long. I am....
Lethargic in the afterglow of shared orgasms, we held and slowly caressed each other. We cuddled. I could feel his semen combined with my juices seeping from my cunt. If I didn't do something, we'd be lying in a puddle of come. Reluctantly, I untangled our entwined limbs. When I first stood, my legs felt wobbly. I was supposed to make his legs wobbly, not the other way around. A small shiver of pleasure rippled along my spine. I'd been wonderfully and truly fucked. After I cleaned and...
I rolled from the bed, silently opened the hall door and rushed toward the rooms at the other end. Which room was Jerome's? Nora's? It didn't matter. I opened the first door I came to and hurried silently inside. Ah, Nora's trying on Jerome's long one for size. No, not Nora. Marsha! "Don't make a sound, Marsha," I said quietly. She stopped moving - bouncing - on the prone man under her and spun her head and pretty shoulders toward me. Nice tits, I thought. Weird thought,...
Dad met me at the airport in Phoenix. Barbie was with him. I'd forgotten she'd planned to prepare dinner for him. Had my sudden, unexpected reappearance squelched any plans? According to their thoughts, apparently not. Barbie had a new boyfriend, an eighteen-year-old fry cook. Argh! Her thoughts weren't that complimentary about him: good-looking but smelled like stale grease and was dumber than a post. Verbally, she waxed eloquently about his many qualities. I suspected she'd done a...
The next morning, the plot thickened all right, but not as expected. Melville surprised us yet again. Shortly after the second vehicle change to bring Dr. Rourke to meet Sara and Donna, Melville's patience must have run out because what happened next shocked all of us. Three cargo vans converged on the vehicle carrying two of Jerome's operatives and Dr. Rourke. Without warning, the bad guys jumped from the vans and opened fire, using automatic weapons. Surprise and overwhelming force...
You'd think I'd get used to sick minds, but roaming around in Helen Deaver's head made me feel dirty, so as soon as I returned to the safe house, I stripped to take a shower. The meeting, although the Deaver woman didn't realize a meeting had taken place, had been successful. I'd given Dad the names of five members of Melville's coven we didn't know before, and he'd contacted our P.I. firm to start the dossiers on each of them. What I need, I thought as I toweled my body dry, is some...
Dad's first question in the planning session wasn't related to our upcoming campaign except on a peripheral level. "How did Melville discover the location of the safe house?" he asked Jerome pointedly. "The sniper Katy captured answered my questions completely, even adding additional information without being prompted. I didn't use drugs on him. No need. One of the questions I asked was the question you just asked of me. Before his death, Peter Stone turned a low-level employee in the...
I slept with my cell phone on the nightstand in case Jason called while I was asleep. He didn't. He waited until I was in the shower. "Good morning," he said cheerily. I groaned. He was obviously a morning person. I wasn't. "Call me back in five, lover. I was in the shower, and I'm dripping wet." "I'll give you ten." Dial tone. A morning person and decisive. I liked decisive. I'd learn to put up with the morning person. When the phone rang again, my body was dry (except my...
While Jason handled the bellhop with my luggage, I slipped into the bathroom and stripped. Being with Jason again had jump-started my motor, so why waste time, I reasoned. When I heard the door close behind the bellhop, I ambled sexily - I hoped - from the bathroom, sidled up to Jason and kissed him, intending to curl his toes. Instead, he curled mine. I redoubled my efforts; he kicked his up a notch, and he won the curling-toes battle, hands down (roaming over my buns, just where I wanted...
"Katy," Dad said, "If I've said it once, I've said a hundred times. I will not allow you to get close enough to Melville to read his thoughts." "Fine, then put me next to some of his closest confidants, like that psychiatrist Jason fired," I replied. The four of us, Dad, Jason, Sara and I, were huddled in the great room of the house where our tenders had taken us after meeting our flight from Phoenix. Little Donna was playing in the backyard under the watchful eyes of a middle-aged,...
At work I am so distracted that anyone who has somewhat similar traits or even the same name gets me thinking of him. Just thinking of him gets me wet, and I cannot afford to loose this job. My Sister in law owns a boutique and she left me in charge for a few weeks while she is in her honeymoon. If I am good she'll help me pay for school and help me out financially. So it's 6:58 and its close to closing time, and I am just finishing cleaning the counter and about to start sweeping when HE...
Introduction: This is my first story so sorry if it doesnt live up to your expectations. I know that there are no names so deal with it All day I have been thinking of him. His hands on my body. Just for him to look me into my eyes and kiss me but who am I kidding, I am with my boyfriend and he is with his girlfriend. He and I can never happen. And yet here I am daydreaming all day of just his touch. At work I am so distracted that anyone who has somewhat similar traits or even the same name...
everything is so fukd rite now i dont know what to think our how to feel or if im even feeling anything life can b so fuckd up some times so confusing so chaiotic so jumbled..the thoughs are crippeling the feelings are numbing the moods are crushing and maddening... then im pulled away to more distracting thoughts....your carress warms me your passion drives me and your love keeps me afloat... hopesof being tucked away safe in your arms.. your eyes keep me focused as you stair deep into my aged...
As I lay here everything is silent, my wife gone for the day shopping, the kids off with grandma. I languish in the silence of it all. Lying back on the bed, in just a t-shirt and basketball shorts, I begin to write to you on my little net book. There seems to be so much I want to say, but still I hold back. I’m not sure of how far we can or how far we should take this. I want to pour my heart out to you, but I don’t want to scare you away either. After all I am more than twice your age and I...
MasturbationDad had reserved a two-bedroom suite in the hotel - a waste of money. Jason didn't feel comfortable leaving Sara alone all night, so I slept with him in his room in Sara's townhouse. Dad wasn't happy with my decision, but I didn't care until early the next morning, and I mean really, really early, when Jason tried to drag me from the warm, comfortable cocoon of his bed. That's when I wondered if I'd made a mistake. I grumbled; he grinned. I melted. I also wondered if Jason had somehow...
Under the new rules of engagement, we didn't accomplish as much as before, but hopefully we'd all learned a lesson. No one left the new safe house without a tender with them, and before anyone returned to the safe house, one of our tenders or a crew from Jerome's firm checked the returning party's back door. The last thing any of us wanted was to reveal our new location, a good thing, too. After a meeting with the accountant from the Wellington Company, the bad guys picked up Jason's...
Good morning to the only woman to ever own me! I'm somewhere over Iowa right now and thinking of you. I have been flying for over two hours and I'm ready to start executing our plan. I'm sitting in a window seat, next to a very attractive man. He is probably in his early thirties, tall, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and excellent posture that exudes confidence. I bet he was a Marine in a past life. He has that chiseled face and tough-guy look. At that same time, he strikes me as an...
ExhibitionismI ran into an ex boyfriend and suddenly all the memories of the time we had together swarmed my mind and distracted my focus. My husband to be is beside me… We just had a fight and I had angrily gone to clear my mind when I ran into my ex, Ajit. He was still as handsome as always. I missed the feel of his hands on my body. Just then, my fiancé’s voice draws me back.“I want to know that your heart is still with me, Pooja. We have survived through many tides and the turbulence of the ocean has...
While leaning against the wall, I pulled up my knees and spread them, the approximate position I sensed Barbie had taken on my bed. My pussy was leaking like a sieve. I heard a small audible moan. Barbie had just pushed one of her fingers into her hot pussy, so I did the same. No one has ever kissed me as passionately as Katy just kissed me. Oh, I wish she wasn't in love. I'd have... What? I wanted to know what she would've done. I bet she tastes sweet. I sensed her tongue rolling...
Sara sat stunned. Flummoxed was the word that came to my mind. She turned to my father and gazed at him with unconditional admiration. "You did this for me, a complete stranger? Why?" We'd just brought her up to date on our war with the Destroyer. "Not for you, Sara," Dad said. "For your daughter. As you know, I, too, have a daughter, so I couldn't sit placidly on my hands and do nothing. If Katy were under the influence of a man like your ex-husband, I'd move heaven and earth to...
Anticipating a working luncheon, Marsha put some sandwiches and other goodies in front of Donna as soon as the little girl returned to the safe house. Dad had told Marsha she could help us a lot if she'd entertain Donna when we had our meetings, so as soon as Donna finished eating, Marsha planned to play with her in the backyard while the group ate lunch and discussed our strategic moves against the Destroyer. I noticed Donna was picking at her food, so I sat next to her. "You're upset,...
Thoughts of a WitchI am sitting huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light from the full moon pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know will die soon. I have confessed under the torture, I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more....
I interrupted you the other morning. I was surprised to find you up and on line. It was early, early for you. You always kept to the later hours of the day. Later, unless... I took a chance and dropped you a “Hi”. Wondering if perhaps you had logged on and forgot; or if messenger was playing games again and showing a false status. But no, you responded right away. I commented on the hour and if you were up early for breakfast...and if it was an English breakfast or Indian. You laughed and...
Group SexThoughts... By Joseph A. Falls. I opened my eyes to a Scooby Doo Alarm Clock that was ringing on a pink desk across this foolish room where I am. Gosh!!! I had been on parties but the one last night was the worst of my life... At least I can tell that from the hang over this morning, but ya know I don't remember how the party started, who was in, and what I did. My head is spinning, and I feel like I'm going to puke... So better I stand and look for a bathroom... but suddenly a...
Thoughts on Sodomy: The Manliness and the Unmanliness of Homosexual Anal Intercourse By Cal Y. Pygia To be fucked in the ass, whether willingly or otherwise, and whether one is female or not, is associated, for many, with not only submission, but also with humiliation and degradation. The rectum, the anus, and even the buttocks are associated with the elimination of feces, or bodily wastes. From early ages, we are taught that defecating is at best a private, and at worst, a...
Author’s note: All are thoughts unless in quotes “...”, actions in [... ] H: God, she’s so beautiful like that. Lying there with her eyes closed and her breasts moving in rhythm with her sighs and whimpers. I’d love to catch a stand-up nipple in my mouth and bite it the way she likes but I can’t interfere with her pleasure right now. W: Mmmm, I love this. My husband does too. Look at him stroking his meat as he looks at me. I wish he’d nip on my nipples. I don’t know why he just watches....
©2004 A Mardi Gras Festival Story I lay motionless in the darkness, savoring the lingering scent of Elyssia's perfume and the tingle of her sweet kiss on my lips, and I thought about our final encounter. "Tell me? Please?" Elyssia had asked in the consummate voice for breakfast coffee, lunch in bed, and evenings beside the crackling fireplace. I squeezed her hand, and in these words I did. My dorm mate had suggested we head to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I thought that was a...
Many have asked for Carol’s side of the story. You will understand this story much better if you first read ‘Thoughts’. Thank you to Estragon who always makes my stories a much better read. **** My name is Carol Beal. I read the story that my deceased husband wrote and would like to straighten out a few facts, or at least give a different opinion. First of all, I still consider him my husband and always will. I truly loved him, no matter what anyone else thinks. I’ve read many reader...
By the time the divorce was final I knew Carol and I were truly finished. During those early months the kids might stop by to see me. They never stayed long because there wasn't a lot to talk about. Their conversations were usually with their mother. I was just a listener. Once in a while I might order in a pizza if they brought the grandkids. They did like the hot tub. I lived alone. I'd have dinner out most nights and sometimes meet friends for dinner. I was going to live the remainder...
Early the next morning before Jason roused, I took my cell phone into the bathroom and called my dad. I would've preferred to lie abed in my slumbering lover's arms, but I had a fence to mend. "Good morning," I said cheerfully when he answered my call. "Good morning. You're up early." "I wanted to catch you before you left for the university. I'm really sorry about last night, Dad. I was rude and inconsiderate." "Yes you were." "Other than being pissed and worried because I...
[ For my very good friends A&T. This one's for you (again), and anyone else who finds the cuckold/interracial lifestyle an appealing one. ]It felt good to masturbate. It always did. Though perhaps difficult to explain to someone else, I preferred masturbating to having intercourse. This was not new. Before I had ever met Mara and we began dating (and later when we got married) masturbation was my primary preference for sexual release, instead of intercourse. There were various factors for...
If you hate the taste of cum, tell your boyfriend/husband to eat pineapples for about 2 days before, and it will taste sweeter. - Anonymous, Virginia Some women don’t like to swallow semen because of the sharp sensation it leaves in their throat. And there is nothing much to do about that. What I found to be the next best thing (possibly even better) is that she slowly lets it ooze out of her mouth while sucking (best done while sitting up). - Rob, Europe At first I was afraid to swallow. But...
My son Ronan and myself were having some great sex. We were drunk, after he had cooked a fabulous meal of Moule Mariniėre ... plus several G and Ts beforehand and a bottle of Moet champagne which he always brought, regardless of the occasion and this only highlighted our kinkiness. Ronan always liked to make me talk dirty cheering him on about his huge cock, and it is, not just a figure of speech, and how great it was and in turn he would create scenarios about me in wild sexual situations...
Life for me for the past year has been quite different. I've been with a number of women but I often think about my first love, Carol. We just weren't able to work it out. I know I was the cause of our problems in the beginning, but I'm not sure what happened after forty-two years of marriage. She must have grown tired of me but I still had feeling for her. I guess the divorce was probably for the best. I still saw my kids and grandkids regularly. I found companionship, which I really...
Many have asked for Carol's side of the story. You will understand this story much better if you first read 'Thoughts'. Thank you to Estragon who always makes my stories a much better read. My name is Carol Beal. I read the story that my deceased husband wrote and would like to straighten out a few facts, or at least give a different opinion. First of all, I still consider him my husband and always will. I truly loved him, no matter what anyone else thinks. I've read many reader...
I decided to change jobs and went into insurance sales. It seemed like a great opportunity. I was a pretty good talker and passed all the state tests. I put in a lot of hours but made a lot more money. Needless to say, Carol loved that part. When the kids were all in school, she got a full time job doing vending work in factories. Our life was very busy. Between the jobs and the kids, we hardly made time for ourselves. I would work all hours of the day and night, seeing I made my own...
~Written 09/11/02~ Today. What is the proper way to greet someone on a day like today? It is the first “anniversary” of our greatest tragedy, our most rude awakening. Good morning seems a lie. Hello sounds false, and a smile… well, it is hard to call one up for some of us. One year ago today, the comfortable, if often imperfect world we knew ground to a screeching halt. How does one handle being thrust into a new and much more frightening life so abruptly? For those of us that escaped the...
"Can you show me your draft?" Mr. Stevens asks and props himself on the backrest of my office chair, looking over my head. "Sure!" I reply diffidently, quickly opening the file. "Hm-m-mh-m...," Mr. Stevens murmurs while reading the headline. "Nice curves...," he adds thoughtfully. At the same time, I sense his hands slide around my sides just an inch below my breasts, pressing my loose, woolen pullover against me. The usually concealing piece of clothing now clings to my curves and makes me...
I went to all all b*ys school. About 1000 boys, all male staff apart from dinner ladies- rarely seen just one WOMAN.our lovely mature Matron. Think about all that adolescent virile testosterone flowing and nothing much to attract you.well my mate Stan and I liked to look at Matron. What else was there?. I remember standing in the main corridor near her office with Stan. She was ahead in the corridor. We watched her she was bending down a pupil sat on a chair he had hurt his knee, I think. It...
Even though it is dark, I can sense your presence. In the warm light of the moon, I throw off the bed-linens, glazing my body with light. I slowly run my hands over my body, imaging that they are your hands. The silk of my nightgown slips over my curves, hiding everything, yet revealing in its own way. My nipples pucker against the smooth material. I feel you watching, and yet, I continue as if I am unaware of your presence. I caress my body through my nightgown; feeling my collarbone jutting...
I closed my eyes, drifting, the warmth of the radiator a few feet away, and of the lava lamp on the desk, bathing my face. I concentrated on the feel of the breasts, under my shirt. They were only rolled up socks, but the girdle had been buckled up all the way up this time and though I could hardly breathe, I knew my body was fully in place and exactly how it should have been. That's what people don't tend to understand. I wear these things because inside, deep down where nobody sees,...
Pure fantasy inspired by watching too many voyeur videos Up I go, adjusted, patted smooth, swivelled a touch then another pat, another tweak and still until darkness falls. My pal Gus down below sighs, limbs move up and down then side to side, I am made to wiggled several times and it’s suddenly extremely dark. My pal and I giggle, but it’s all the usual motion. Later I was slightly overwhelmed by a warmth and I feel stuffed into soft layers of perfumed layers of my usual companion. The...
As I lay here everything is silent, my wife gone for the day shopping, the kids off with grandma. I languish in the silence of it all. Lying back on the bed, in just a t-shirt and basketball shorts, I begin to write to you on my little net book. There seems to be so much I want to say, but still I hold back. I’m not sure of how far we can or how far we should take this. I want to pour my heart out to you, but I don’t want to scare you away either. After all I am more than twice your age and I...
I interrupted you the other morning. I was surprised to find you up and on line. It was early, early for you. You always kept to the later hours of the day. Later, unless… I took a chance and dropped you a “Hi”. Wondering if perhaps you had logged on and forgot, or if messenger was playing games again and showing a false status. But no, you responded right away. I commented on the hour and if you were up early for breakfast…and if it was an English breakfast or Indian. You laughed and...