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The couch wasn't really built for this.

Janelle lay atop Will as much as next to him, one leg and one arm stretched over him, soft breasts pressed against him. He felt his elbow hanging off the edge of the couch, and protectively drew his arm more tightly around her.

Squeezed against the back of the couch, laying flat on his back, unable to move for fear of knocking her off the couch, her head nestled against his neck, her hair spilling over his chin and mouth... it was uncomfortable. But Will didn't mind at all.

He hadn't felt this right in a long time.

She sighed sweetly as she stirred.

"You cold?" He could feel goosebumps on her hip.
"Hm-mm," she fibbed, squeezing him with her arm.
"Liar," he retorted, sliding his hand across her bottom and giving it a playful squeeze. "Let me get the blanket." His hand fell to the floor, feeling around the cold wood like a drunken spider. He couldn't reach very far, and after plucking up what turned out to be her panties he suspended the search and called for reinforcements.

Will pushed himself up on his other elbow, holding her to him so she wouldn't fall off the couch, straining his neck to see over her to the floor near the other end of the couch. The blanket he usually kept on the back of the couch had started off covering the pair after their first lovemaking, but it hadn't been more than a few minutes of slowing breathing before giggling set in and they'd found themselves wrestling and squirming and ready for another round, this time with her on top. The blanket had been an immediate casualty, now a lonely wad draped off the far end of the couch.

"I'll get it," she said. She tried to squirm out from under his arm but got caught and wound up landing somewhat ungracefully on the hard floor with a thump. A moment of held breath -- did she hurt herself? -- was followed by a rising stream of giggles. "Just kick me out of bed, why doncha," she managed before laughter overtook her. Will couldn't help but join in.

Janelle folded over and crawled to the other end of the couch, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around her as she stood and headed for the bathroom.

"Leaving already?" Will said, his tone casual and cocksure but his anxiety growing.
"Calm down, I just gotta pee," she chided before she closed the door.

Will shifted on the couch, spreading out and stretching sore muscles. It'd been a long time since he'd felt this way. Well, in some ways, he'd never felt this way.

But it wasn't all good. Anxiety was beginning to build over what would happen next. It couldn't stay like this. Well, there was the obvious, of course -- Janelle was another man's wife. Not just any other man, but a former professional football player, a linebacker known for his fierce playing style. Funny that that was the least of his worries, almost not worth mentioning. But then, Janelle was no ordinary woman. He would have wondered if she was a woman at all if it hadn't been for what they'd done. No, not done, nothing so crude as that -- what they'd shared.

And now his brain was in problem-solving mode, trying its best to figure out how he could get her to leave.

He didn't want her to go, but he couldn't have her stay under Randy's thumb. The image of her scars returned; he scrunched up his face at the recollection. He'd only seen them for that one brief moment before she'd covered them up, and he'd been afraid to touch them all night, not wanting to remind either of them of what waited for her when she went back home to Randy. No, not when, if. Will would figure out a way to make this work. He reran everything Janelle had told him, about Wi'gen and Tal'id and Dream and her mission as a Guardian and binding and...

Janelle came out of the bathroom, its light glowing around her like a divine aura.

"Your veil," Will said out loud.
"What?" She flicked the light off and came back to the couch, standing at the other end of it, looking down at him, her hands on her hips beneath the blanket draped over her shoulders. The street light leaking in from the window behind her made her a silhouette to Will's eyes, the blanket looking a little like wings folded around her. Or maybe a shield.

"Your veil," he repeated. "It protects you, right? Like a shield, or a... forcefield?"
"I guess," she sighed. "At least, it would if I hadn't lost it." She tapped at his foot to move so she could sit. Will guessed he'd spoiled the mood and there'd be no more cuddling. He swung his feet around, the rubbing fabric of the cushions reminding him as he sat upright that he was naked. Somewhat self-consciously he reached down to find his boxers as Janelle sat down next to him.
"So what's this veil look like?" Will asked. He wiggled into his boxers without standing.

Janelle knew where he was going. "You can't find it. It's gone." Her voice changed, as if she was quoting something out of a book. "'If a Guardian becomes distracted and relaxes her hold on her veil, the swirl of passing thoughts may slip it from her shoulders beneath her notice, and then she is helpless against the Tal'id.' It's probably the most-discussed line in the divine order. They drill it into you in training. You can't see it, it's not even really physical, the only way you know it's there is you get this feeling."

Will frowned, but was only somewhat deterred. "What's it feel like?"
Janelle turned inward a moment, obviously searching far back for a memory. Then she smiled. "Happiness."

That was... cryptic. And yet, after last night, he knew exactly what she meant.

"Maybe if you let me, I could find it through your memories."
"Will, once I entered Dream, I pretty much forgot about my veil. I didn't even know I'd lost it. I roamed around a lot before I was drawn toward the other side --your side. You probably haven't even seen the far side of Dream yet. And even if you could find the veil, how would you pull it back here? It's actually in Dream, if it's anywhere at all." Janelle reached out from underneath the blanket and took his hand. "But it was a nice thought."

He knew she was patronizing him, but his brain wasn't done yet.

"Wait, I have another idea." He turned on the couch to face her, pulling her hand to have her do the same. "You said you couldn't leave because he'd just follow you and bind you again. So I'll keep him busy until you're safely away." He didn't have any idea how long that would have to be -- he knew when he Shifted in Dream he could go pretty much anywhere in an instant, but maybe it was different for someone if they actually crossed over. If they did, he'd hold Randy however long it took...

"No -- he'll hurt you."
"I'm not made of glass."
"Compared to him, you are."
"Maybe here, but not in Dream. And once you're unbound, that's the only place he'll be."
Janelle thought a moment, but... "I can't. I can't just run away and leave you to deal with him."

"And if you stay here, what can you do? You said yourself you can't Dream. He's been Dreaming here at least ten years since he brought you here, and who knows how long before that."
"But it's different now. He knows about you."
Will straightened up, shoulders thrown back. "So maybe now he'll think twice before he goes messing around in Dream." It wasn't like Will to puff up, but Dream was his world here, and he wasn't going to let anybody mess with it -- or her.

"But you're not like him, Will. He's... mean."
"And I'm stubborn," Will said evenly, as much a rebuttal to Randy's threat as to Janelle's reluctance.

"Look," he continued, "I know you feel like you're just dumping your problem on me-"
"That's right -- he's my problem. I was supposed to protect both our worlds from him and instead I brought him here. And it's my duty to fix it. I signed up for this, you didn't."
Will continued. "-but I can handle it." He looked down at her hand in his, the feeble glow from the window painting her smooth skin with illuminance against his dark roughness. "I don't know if you believe in fate -- I don't know if I believe in fate -- but you found me, and I can help. You can finally break free of him. And I'd like to think my life has more purpose than finding keys and keepsakes." He looked back up, catching her eyes. "We'd be crazy to turn away from this."
"But Will..."
"And anyway it's not like you're leaving him here forever, right? When you tell your... Elders about Randy, they'll send you back to take care of him for good."

Janelle sighed. "Will, I lost my veil. You don't know what a huge deal that is. It's not the kind of thing where you get a second chance."

That sucked. That really sucked. But Will bucked up; if he didn't put a happy face on this, how would he talk her into it? "Well, they'll send someone else then. Either way, the Randy problem gets solved. And in the mean time, I'll have something to do." He gave her a wry smile.

"What if he's already moved it?"
"You just get in there, take all the marbles, and get out. You remember the place you met me the other day, across town?"
"Yeah."
"If it doesn't work out, I mean, if you don't break free or whatever, you just go there. A man named Davis has an office there. He's a good man, and he owes me a favor; he'll take care of you until I get there, and we can figure out our next move. Just remember, if he's moved it, I'll find it. Randy can't hide anything from me."
"When he wakes up, he's going to come for you."
"I won't be here by the time he gets here."
"What if he's keeping the marble with him? You can't-"
"Then I'll get a couple of friends to help me. They find out what he's done to you, I don't care how strong he is, we'll get him to cough it up."
"But Will, he can't be-"
"Janelle, stop it. I'm not giving up on you. One way or another, you're going home."

Will stood up and began gathering Janelle's clothes. "You get dressed; I'll dip into Dream and see if he's asleep. If he is, you can go now and this'll all be over before the sun comes up."

"I need to think about this," she put off.

Will imagined her going back to that monster. No. "Now that he's seen me, he knows something's up. Like you said, it's different now." He pushed the clothes into her hands and then pulled her to her feet. "Stay or go. Either way, I'm gonna go give Randy a piece of my mind."

He could tell that she understood now. It was different.

The blanket fell from her shoulders as she stood and took the clothes from him. "William Cross, you are something else."

Will sat back down and then reclined on the couch. He was charged up, but he also had a clarity he hadn't ever felt before. He had a mission. He had a purpose.

It only took a moment.
Will shifted.

 

Inside the house. Behind the recliner. Not there.
Threads leading from the fishtank to the bedroom.
Randy, in bed, asleep.

A thread in Will's hand. Gentle...
Shift.

Randy's hulking frame, squatting in front of the fish tank, peering into it, one marble glowing brightly, tracing hundreds of intersecting curves of light all over the walls of the room. The faintest hints of dozens of threads running away from Randy in every direction.

Focus...

Threads brighter now, thicker, the room fading away to leave the two men in the middle of an endless space marked only by thick webs of mind linking unseen souls and pasts and events, waiting to be touched.

Shift.

Will was back on his couch. His eyes remained closed, but he felt the realness around him, the fabric on the cushions, the air in his lungs, the tug of gravity, the scent of someone else...

But he held on to that last image of Randy, alone, all of his threads lit up around him, connecting him to all of the things he'd done, all of the people he'd touched.

He wanted to take those threads and wrap them around the brute's thick neck and squeeze the very essence out of him.

Will felt something soft and moist on his cheek. He opened his eyes to see Janelle kneeling over him. "I thought I'd lost you for a minute there," she said with a smile.

"He's in bed asleep," Will said, all business. "You should go now. I'll keep him busy." It occurred to him that he had no idea how long she'd need. "Does it take long?"

"To break the binding? I don't know. I don't think so."
"And to get home?"

Home; the word seemed to strike her as bittersweet. "I only have to imagine it, and I will be there. Don't worry, you won't have to stall him long. Just a few moments."
"What I have to say to him will take longer than that."
"Will," she cautioned, "don't be a hero. You'll know when I'm gone. Then you count to three, and you let him go and get far away."
"I will," he said, neither one really sure whether he really meant it.

Janelle stood up to go. Will followed her to the door, reaching past her to give the knob just the right tug.

Her hand caressed his good cheek. "Thank you," she said, her voice breaking to a whisper.

"I'll see you when you come back for him," Will replied earnestly.

 

Will watched her leave from the window. A glass of water and two Tylenol would help with the pain when he woke up.

As he lay down, he felt his heart begin to beat faster. This would not be an ordinary trip through Dream.

He had to face another Dreamer -- one who'd held Will in Dream and chased him across Shifts, who'd hurt him. Will had only escaped by using his worst nightmare.

But it was that scary meeting that showed Will what was possible. And two could play at that game...

Will clenched his fists tight, breathing deeply, counting ten, nine, eight, seven...

 

Will stands up. He sees himself on the couch, breathing deeply.

He focuses.
The world fades away, leaving only darkness.
Will lets himself fade into it...
... and threads begin to appear. Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands. More than he should be able to see. And he realizes he isn't seeing them. This isn't a space of light, it is a space of mind, of feeling.
He remembers as a child being afraid of the dark -- the darkness is where crashes happen. He remembers feeling this sea of mind all around him, being afraid of it, bouying himself above it in the visual.

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Somewhere in the city there was a piece of hardware that could locate the small slice of moon peeking in through the Westerly clouds. No human eyes could have found it, were any looking. In the old days, these final hours before the dawn would've been blacker than death. As it was, street lights lent humanity a measure of control over the darkness. To add to this, a warm, welcoming glare began to spill out through the windows of coffee shops as their owners eagerly opened their doors just as...

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Touch

My hands are rough and coarse, but I touch you with the softest caress I can. I know my hands against your soft skin cause sensations that shoot into your nerves. I can feel you shudder and nervously shake as my hands touch you. Little bumps raise up under my hands as they pass over your flesh. You are hot and I feel your heat emanating up into my palms. Slowly I explore your shoulders, gently wandering over them, pausing to knead your muscles and rub deeply, breaking away tensions and...

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Touch

 Steve “I want to stay in my own home,” I almost shouted over the phone to my granddaughter who seems to think I couldn’t handle it.“But, Gramps, you said you fell and hurt your arm. Next time it could be your head. You need help.”She was right, of course, but I was having a difficult time admitting it. After all, I used to run marathons and paddle across the lake in my very own canoe. I am still strong but almost blind from macular degeneration, if I really admitted it, I couldn’t navigate...

Mature
3 years ago
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Touch Chapter 3

The rest of the day at college was nothing but me questioning myself and all these new situations. But that's all I had, questions. I had no idea how to get any answers, everyone I had been involved with were too awkward to even get close to, let alone talk to. The last bell of the day rang and I headed straight home without waiting for my friends this time, I wanted to be alone.  I got into my house and went to my room immediately, the one place I hoped I could be alone with my thoughts....

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TouchChapter 19 Paradise Found

It didn't matter who promise what, Tim and Emma had a fabulous morning of making love. First Emma gave him a long slow blowjob. She held his testicles as it they were the most breakable of things on earth. She ran her nail from his rosebud all the way over his balls, up the stalk to her lips. Tim held her head as she bobbed up and down on his cock swishing her tongue about the rim of its head. He grimaced as his erection filled up and shot into Emma's mouth. She managed to swallow every...

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Touched and turned to the power of cock

When I was much younger, an older man touched me. His hand caressing my leg, stirred my young, aching cock to life and spurred its need for relief. First it was his hand that touched my bare, throbbing cock. Then, while almost feeling as if i was intoxicated, light headed and dizzy, he put his mouth on me. I had very little concept of Gay or Straight, back then. I only knew it made me feel amazing and made him happy. He seemed to love bringing me to an explosive orgasm as much as I enjoyed...

3 years ago
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Touch

I need your touchAfter a long day of work, I finally walk through my front door. My shoulders and neck are aching, wishing your hands were kneading them, soothing the pain with firm but careful fingers.I sigh, leaving my bag by the stairs. The house is empty. Running my hands through my hair, I kick off my heels and make my way up the stairs towards my room. It's too quiet, so I put on some music and start to undress.My clothes feel heavy as I take them off, first my blazer, then my shirt. The...

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Touch of a Woman

Touch of a Woman by Mister Double-U I want to thank everyone for the wonderful comments about my last "Mort" story. I hope you enjoy this one as well. All Carol wanted was a woman. She had always wanted the experience of another woman's touch against her body. It wasn't as though she wasn't happy. She has a wonderful husband named Mike, and a beautiful little girl named Susan, who was 20 months old. This all started when she found out her husband was a cross dresser. She...

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Touch To Sister

By : Desi21boy hi dosto mera name rohit hai me rajkot me raheta hu. and this is my first story. mene yaha bahut story padhi he. lekin kabhi ye bat kisi ko batayi nahi he aaj aap sab logo ko dekhkar me bhi apni story bata raha hu. ye bat 6 month pehele ki hai. first i said about my family. meri family me, mom our dad hai.hum hamare farm house pe hi rahete hai. kyuki hame city ka mahol pasand nahi he. kuch din pahele meri ek cousin hamare ghar kuch dino ki chuttiya bitane aayi thi. mene use...

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Touch and Go

The next time I see him, I know it's working. I give him the big hug he's not sure what to do with, but he's actually bending this time, pliant like he really is made of flesh and blood not plaster and paint. The very first time I thought, My god, Margie didn't marry a man, she just went to Menswear and paid extra for the mannequin that was modeling these clothes. He squirted out into daylight, his mama slapped him to the tit, and that was the first and last hug he's ever had. Men are like...

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Touched By His Song

Copyright © 2006 by Lady Glorfindel. All rights reserved. Wow, I can't believe I got such good tickets for this concert. I have been a fan all my life and the lead vocalist has been in my dreams since the first moment I laid my eyes on him. As I am sitting here in the front row, I wondered if he will even remember seeing my face when the concert is over. I am shaking as they come out on stage. They are more amazing in person than they are on their albums. He's watching me (or is it someone...

4 years ago
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Touch

It’s been two years since I’ve seen and talked her. Since the fall of our three year relationship. Sometimes I like to think I’m over this incredible woman. But realistically…I know that I’m not. I like to convince myself from time to time that I don’t want to kiss her, hold her, make love to her… But truth is…I want her. I want all of her. Just for me and no one else. I know that I should be way over her by now, and the fact that I constantly think about her is perhaps on some level pathetic....

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Touch

I don’t know when it started, but when I heard my sister’s voice I knew it was happening again. Sara was singing to herself as she worked. She was was teaching herself to bake, twirling around the kitchen with bowls and mixers and pans. “How’s it going?” I asked. “Great. I hope..” she replied chipperly. She picked up a large baking sheet, “Can you get the oven for me?” “Sure,” I said, opening the oven door. I watched Sara slide the tray onto the rack, but a second later she yelped and jerked...

Incest
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Touch Me

I remember your touch. I remember your kisses. When you still meant them. It's different now. Like fucking me is a chore. I don't feel you love me. Not anymore. I just want you to kiss me softly, deeply. I want to feel your hands on my ribs, sliding up to stroke my breasts. Mmmmmmmmm...it's been so long. I am naked, and have just shaved my hot, tight slit. I want you to lick me, to suck my clit, to tongue fuck my wet cunt. I want to feel you hot and hard inside me, pushing me over the edge,...

Romance
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Touch

After a long day of work, I finally walk through my front door. My shoulders and neck are aching, wishing your hands were kneading them, soothing the pain with firm but careful fingers. I sigh, leaving my bag by the stairs. The house is empty. Running my hands through my hair, I kick off my heels and make my way up the stairs towards my room. It's too quiet, so I put on some music and start to undress. My clothes feel heavy as I take them off, first my blazer, then my shirt. The buttons pop one...

Masturbation
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Touch

It's been two years since I've seen and talked her. Since the fall of our three year relationship. Sometimes I like to think I'm over this incredible woman. But realistically...I know that I'm not. I like to convince myself from time to time that I don't want to kiss her, hold her, make love to her... But truth is...I want her. I want all of her. Just for me and no one else. I know that I should be way over her by now, and the fact that I constantly think about her is perhaps on some level...

Lesbian
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Touched for the Very First Time

This is hopefully the first of many stories. Before I begin I want to make it clear that all these stories are 100% true and if I ever make a fictional story it will be clearly marked as such. So... to this story. At this time I was 16, so yes i was legal to be doing it before anyone thinks different. It was my first time with a guy but its a little complicated since he was once considered my uncle although legally we are not related and never were. He was 36 at the time. To describe him he was...

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Touched by the Prophets

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: TOUCHED BY THE PROPHETS (A Deep Space Nine fanfic) [STAR TREK, DEEP SPACE 9 and PARAMOUNT STUDIOS are all copyright 2015 by Laika Pupkino...] :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: "I HATE YOU!" I screamed. "HATE YOU! HATE YOU! HATE...

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TouchChapter 3 Dinner

Emma felt like royalty as Tim held the door open to his red Porsche. Emma was dazzling with her hair up, full length gold silk gown with matching opera gloves and clutch purse. She wore gold flats because with any kind of heels, she stood taller than him. To top it off she wore triple strands of opera pearls. In other words, Emma was simply stunning. The gown showed she had small but alluring breasts. Her nipples slightly jabbed against the silk making her all the sexier in his view. "You...

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TouchChapter 4 Lions Tiger Bears Oh My

Emma awoke at 8am feeling wonderful. She still felt the sensation of his kiss on her lips. Downing a half grapefruit with a little sugar and a cup of hot tea laced with honey, she took off to have a nice long bath. She put her Cell phone at the edge just in case Tim called. Going to the zoo excited the beautiful young woman. She had tossed in some perfumed bath beads and some sweet smelling oils. Emma hummed happily at the thought of seeing the lions, The tigers, and the bears, and oh my!...

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TouchChapter 10 San Diego

Instead of going to sleep at 2am, they decided to stay awake and clean up after themselves. Nothing was worse than just a few hours sleep after such activity. They knew that if they slumbered so short of a time they'd be zombies the entire coming day. Tim finished packing everything both wanted to take with them on the flight. While it was still on her mind Emma stored her beautiful set of diamond rings in the wall safe. She slid on her plain gold band that Tim slipped on her finger during...

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TouchChapter 25

Congratulations, Daddy," Emma said to her husband, upon entering their little hut on Tahiti. She had gone to a doctor earlier and came home to break the news to her husband. "I knew you had it in you." "You are pregnant?" Tim had that shocked look on his face. "As pregnant as any girl could be," she plopped himself into his lap. "How?" "I don't recall exactly but I think it goes this way. You have this thing between your legs, I have an opening between mine. You stick that...

3 years ago
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Touch Chapter 2

Things got awkward quickly, Kelly and I had just had some hot sex together without really knowing why we did it. Was it because I came onto her and she didn't want to stop me? But then she was participating just as much... I couldn't put it together. We tried talking to each other right after but we were both feeling weird around each other, this is why I never hit on her before, I knew this would ruin our friendship. I tried to get out of there as fast as I could without trying to...

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Touch Chapter 1

"Happy Birthday John" my mother said with a smile across her face "How are you feeling my big 18 year old boy?"  "Meh" I mumbled through my morning daze, my Mom always had an uncanny ability to be bright and cheery first thing in the morning, an ability that was lost on me. "Typical" she sighed "well your breakfast is ready so eat up and get ready for college" I shuffled over to and sat at the large island counter and tucked into my bacon and eggs. I'd been attending Daytona...

3 years ago
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Touched by a Stalker

The way he looked at me scared me. He looked at me as if I were a piece of meat, something to eat. As I walked out of the door he followed. Its okay, I thought. Im at a public shopping mall, what can happen? Little did I know, a lot could happen. I was sixteen at the time, and, naive. I had just go my license, and had decided to go shopping to celebrate. I was still a virgin, and I didnt have a boyfriend. Maybe that was why I was still a virgin. I wouldnt consider myself ugly, just average,...

4 years ago
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Touch me pretty please

It was a warm late Spring morning and I was finishing up packing for a weekend away with Chris, we were heading up to his father's cabin for our two year wedding anniversary. We have been together for almost five years and the thought of being in a cabin with him with no distractions all weekend still made my stomach flutter in anticipation. Chris had woken up hours before me and was busy packing everything we would need for a romantic weekend away. He was very secretive about his plans and...

Love Stories
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TouchChapter 9 Id Like to Introduce You

Emma the Lady walked into the offices of B&L Industries holding Tim's arm. She wore a pure silk floral print dress to the knees with a matching belt to show off her amazing figure and a white purse and white four inch high heels. Her long hair was pinned up held together by a bow made from the same floral silk. She received much attention from everyone. All were told that Tim Davis had married but no one near a woman of her caliber. Everyone thought she was Kate Beckinsale as the...

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