EROTIC FANTASY ISLAND CHAPTER 11B
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July 28th, 2146
Deep space, between the orbits of Mercury and Venus
The armada continued on, coasting through space at seventy kilometers per second. Because of the attacks made by Mermaid, it was now an armada that was significantly more alert than it had been on the outset. All active detection systems on all ships were powered up and sweeping through designated sectors. A full wing of attack and detection craft now maintained a 24-hour combat space patrol, circling around on all sides in overlapping patterns. However, despite all of this surveillance of the flight path, it had been more than a week now since Mermaid's attacks and no one really believed that there could be any more Owls out there gunning for them. As a result, reactions were a bit lapsed and judgment was a bit overconfident once again. The perfect environment for disaster.
Swordfish was the second of the Owls that had been launched from Triad Naval Base. Ron Bales, her commander, a former detection technician in the WestHem navy like Brett, employed the same classic attack pattern Mermaid had used. He set his ship right in the path of the advance, relatively motionless from the perspective of the fast-moving armada. When the time was right, Bales gave the order and Swordfish's weapons crew unleashed two nuclear torpedoes — each at a Panama transport ship — from a distance of 320,000 kilometers. She then turned and moved clear of the firing zone as fast as she could without risking detection. Bales knew better than to press his luck by attempting a third shot against an alerted enemy.
The torpedoes drifted through space for more than an hour, closing on their targets. The first was detected at a range of 8000 kilometers by Packhorse, the ship it was stalking. A fury of anti-missile laser fire was directed at it, trying desperately to make a lethal intersection of beam and torpedo through the electronic jamming. Purely by blind luck, that is exactly what happened. One of the lasers scored a direct hit, burning into the delicate mechanisms of the nuclear package and destroying any chance of a detonation.
Despite the destruction of the warhead however, the body and mass of the missile remained intact and continued to close with its target. Two minutes and twelve seconds after detection, this mass slammed into the side of Packhorse at a velocity of eighty kilometers per second. This was sufficient kinetic energy to blast a hole more than fifty meters wide in the hull of the ship and into the side of one of the landing ships within. More than two hundred marines inside of that landing ship were killed instantly by the impact. Another sixty were burned to death by the resulting fires or suffocated by the hull breach itself.
The second of the missiles was detected at a range of 7200 kilometers from its target, Llama. This time the luck of the anti-missile fire did not hold and the missile achieved a perfect detonation at a range of forty kilometers. In less than two seconds Llama was nothing more than vaporized metal and scattered debris. Another 20,000 marines were dead at Martian hands.
Admiral Jules was frantic at the news that yet another greenie crewed Owl was not only out there, but had annihilated another of his ships. He personally monitored the search for the vessel, watching the display for more than an hour as attack ships and destroyers swarmed through the area. In the end however, though two of the search craft had passed within 200 kilometers of her, not so much of a sniff of Swordfish was gleamed. The armada passed her by and she turned towards home, triumphant, and without a scratch on her.
Jules, after reluctantly conceding that the offending ship had gotten away clean, was then forced to make yet another report to the executive council on Earth, letting them know that yet another attack had been successfully launched upon his forces. The communication lag was well over ninety minutes at this point in the journey, but this was still not sufficient time to dampen the fury of Loretta Williams. She bluntly told Jules that he was an incompetent, in charge of a larger group of incompetents, and only the knowledge that his second-in-command was an even bigger idiot than himself had kept her from replacing him and having him sent to the brig for dereliction of duty.
Jules took his executive dressing down like a man, only muttering a few obscenities at the image of Williams on the screen. He then was forced to turn to the bigger problem of what to tell the WestHem public about this latest catastrophic loss of life. Though it was an acknowledged fact that the WestHem civilian population was nothing more than sheep that tended to believe everything that they were told on the Internet, there were limits to how much they could swallow. It was unlikely that even the sheep would buy that another of his ships had collided, or mysteriously exploded through crew errors. Reluctantly, after consulting with General Wrath and holding a few communication-lagged conferences with executive staffers, it was decided that they would have to admit Martian involvement this time.
As had been the case in the first attacks, word of what had happened had already filtered down to the landing craft aboard the Panamas. The Internet screens in every room were turned on, the coverage, though delayed by the communication lag (it was ironic that those in the armada, where the story originated from, actually had to wait the longest to receive the Internet signal since it had to travel to Jupiter, Earth, and back to Jupiter again), was constant on the explosion that had destroyed Llama. The knowledge that another 20,000 of their comrades had been erased from existence in an instant weighed heavily on the rest of the troops.
"We're like rats in a cage," said Private Stinson aboard Mammoth. "We're trapped in these floating deathtraps while the greenies pick up off like targets on the range."
This time Lieutenant Callahan didn't bother spouting the company line, that they didn't know for sure that the greenies were involved. Though there had been no official statement yet, even the news was saying that the Martians had been responsible for this latest explosion. Though many wild theories were being floated by the "military experts" that worked for the big three Internet services, the most popular was some sort of kamikaze attack. Various physicists were put on camera to show just how the velocity of one vessel ramming another in open space at full speed could result in a cataclysmic explosion.
"Do you think they felt it when they went?" asked Sergeant Mallory. "Do you think it was real quick, or did the slowly suffocate to death when the hull was breached?"
"Had to have been fast," Corporal Jones said. "The whole ship is gone they say. Nothing but fragments left. They probably didn't even know what hit them."
They all silently pondered that thought for a moment as the latest expert on the Internet screen explained about kinetic energy and velocity. Before he could get too far into his lecture however, the newscaster interrupted to say that Admiral Jules was now giving his briefing on the events. It was time for the official word.
"Here we go," Mallory said. "Get ready to swallow a big one."
Jules came on the screen, resplendent in his class A uniform, his hair neatly pressed, his face dusted with a covering of make-up. He had the same solemn look on his face as he'd displayed the last time he had been forced to give such a briefing.
"Good evening," he told the solar system. "By now I'm sure everyone has heard about the tragic events that took place today, events that come little more than a week after the horrible accidents that befell our forces and cost so many their lives. I'm saddened to announce that once again catastrophe has struck this armada, a catastrophe that has cost many good men their lives.
"At approximately 2116 hours, Denver time, the WSS Llama, a Panama class transport ship carrying 20,000 marines for Operation Red Hammer, exploded, killing all hands on board. Rescue vessels were immediately sent to the scene of the explosion but there was no hope for survivors. The ship was in fact, completely destroyed.
"As before, an immediate investigation was launched into the cause of this explosion and the cause was found rather quickly. This time, the tragedy was not the result of an accident. This time, Martian terrorists were responsible for this heinous act."
He paused for a moment, to let his words sink in. After a few deep breaths, he continued. "Based on tracking data uplinked to the command center just prior to the explosion, it appears that these Martian terrorists took control of one of the Owl class stealth attack ships that were docked at Triad Naval Base when that facility was seized by the rogue units of the Martian Planetary Guard. These terrorists, probably using rudimentary spaceflight skills picked up by accessing the training computers at TNB, managed to accelerate the Owl to a speed of more than seventy kilometers per second towards our armada. Probably more by sheer luck than anything else, they were able to steer this vessel directly onto a collision course with Llama. Since the armada is traveling seventy kilometers per second towards the Planet Mars and since the Owl in question approached from the opposite direction, the closure speed was nearly 140 kilometers per second. This gave only seconds for Llama to attempt evasive action once the vessel was detected closing with her. Unfortunately, seconds were not enough time to prevent the collision. The Owl struck amidships on the port side. At that velocity, the impact was enough to completely obliterate both vessels.
"This is, without a doubt, one of the most cowardly, atrocious acts of barbarism imaginable. I implore all WestHem citizens to say prayers for the souls of these brave marines and naval personnel and for the families they've left behind. I am assured by the Executive Council that those responsible for launching this horrible mission against our forces will be tracked down once the planet has been liberated and they will be tried for crimes against humanity, treason, and for more than 20,000 individual counts of murder."
The briefing by Jules went on for quite some time, with General Wrath making an appearance and spouting a few words of his own about how his marines were still in high spirits and how they would fight on and re-take that planet despite the losses so that those responsible could be punished. This was followed by a question and answer period, during which, as before, not a single reporter asked a single question about the possibility of there having been a nuclear explosion responsible for the destruction of Llama. There was, however, a brief question concerning the WNS Packhorse, another Panama class that had been reported damaged that day.
"Again," Jules answered, "it seems that tragedies are striking this attack force in groups of two. Just minutes before the explosion that obliterated Llama, Packhorse was struck by a small meteor that somehow managed to be missed by the anti-meteor defenses. It is estimated that this was a small meteor, probably composed of a material that does not absorb heat well and that was shaped in just a way that it deflected most of the radar energy. It struck Packhorse amidships and caused a serious hull rupture, which, unfortunately caused the deaths of approximately 230 marines and naval personnel. The ship itself is being repaired in space and is still underway with the rest of the group. The remaining marines on board that ship, although understandably shocked and saddened by today's events, will still participate in Red Hammer when the landings occur."
"A meteor hit it?" asked Mallory. "Oh Jesus. There hasn't been a ship struck by a meteor in more than a hundred years. Now we're supposed to believe that one just happened to hit right before Llama went up?"
Nobody disputed his words. Everyone had a pretty good idea of what had really happened.
"LT?" Stinson asked Callahan.
"Yeah?" he said, wearily.
"Them greenies got those Owls that they took at Triad operational, don't they?"
Callahan wanted to lie, knew that his superior officers would not appreciate him voicing his own opinion in front of the troops. He wanted to, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. "It looks like maybe they do," he sighed. "Probably at least two of them, maybe more. They positioned themselves out here and they're pounding on the transport ships."
"They've given us more casualties doing that than they ever could have hoped for on the ground," Mallory opined.
"Don't worry though," Callahan said. "Once we make our landings we're gonna give it back to those greenie fucks in spades. We're gonna show those bastards what marines really do."
There were a few half-hearted cheers at his words, cheers that were mostly reactions rather than being powered by any actual emotion. In truth, morale was about as low as Callahan had ever seen before. They were trapped onboard a confined ship with primitive washing and laundry services and they were now apparently being stalked by an enemy capable of vaporizing them all in an instant. There was no way that they could fight back against such a thing; no way they could even see it coming.
Meanwhile, in Eden, just outside the MPG base, the Troop Club was doing its fair share of business. Every table was full of off-duty military personnel swilling down alcohol or smoking marijuana. The three servers behind the bar and the two waiters circulating among the tables were scrambling to keep up with the demand. Though the Earthling accountants that had managed the bar had been banished to their apartments along with most of the other Earthling corporate types, the actual labor pool that ran the facility still reported for work every day to do their part to keep the MPG morale from descending to the level being faced by the WestHem marines. In all, it was a project that seemed to be working well. At most of the tables the talk was boisterous and laughter was frequent. On the large Internet screens that were mounted on the walls and above the bar, MarsGroup channels were the ones being viewed.
The clip of Admiral Jules' briefing regarding the destruction of one of their vessels had just been played for everyone to see. Commentary by the Martian newscasters as to just what this really meant was now being offered.
"Laura Whiting, the interim government officials, and everyone on General Jackson's staff have continued to refuse comment on the destruction of the WestHem ships today," said a pretty African descended reporter. "No explanation is offered for the refusal to comment, but it should be pointed out that Whiting and Jackson have both been very candid with past requests on past MPG operations during this conflict. One can only speculate that the reason for their silence must be an ongoing operation that might be compromised if WestHem authorities were given details. As such, our department and all of the other MarsGroup stations that report news and information are honoring their request and not pestering them. It is, however, common knowledge, as we've reported in the past, that at least four of the Owl class stealth attack ships that were captured at Triad Naval Base are no longer in their moorings and that there was a frantic burst of activity at SpaceLab Incorporated, the facility that produces the nuclear torpedoes that the Owls fire. This information, coupled with the wave of explosions that the approaching armada seems to be facing over the last ten days, is certainly compelling."
"Compelling," said Lon Fargo from one of the tables near the back. "She says it's compelling. I think they should keep their fucking mouths shut about it. Don't they know that this planet is full of WestHem spies that are relaying that information back to Earth?"
"Freedom of the press," said Horishito, who had just packed an electric pipe with a hit of some potent marijuana. "Even during wartime, we have to let the press report what they see. That's the only way to run a planet."
"Oh, lets not start that argument again," said Matza, who was packing his own pipe with another load. "I agree with Lon. They should shut their asses about it until whatever operation we're running with those Owls is over with."
"Here, here," said Lon, picking up a pipe of his own. He looked over at the newest member of his squad, the member that he had fought unsuccessfully to avoid having assigned. It was a fight that he was now kind of glad he had lost. "What do you think about this, Wong?" he asked her. "Your partner is usually quite opinionated on these matters. Are you the same?"
Lisa looked up at him, her eyes reddened and half-lidded, a determined expression on her face. She too held an electric pipe in her hands, its bowl stuffed full. "My opinion?" she said with a snort. "My opinion is that it doesn't fucking matter. The Earthlings are a bunch of dumb asses. They haven't even admitted that we've hit them yet, at least not with actual weapons. I think we could send them a schematic of the exact location of every one of those Owls and a timetable showing when they're going to attack, and the dumb fucks still wouldn't do anything about it."
"Fuckin aye," put in Winters, another of the new assigns from the last training class. He had been a dip-hoe in Eden before the revolution and was now the squad's medic. "And you gotta hand it to those guys that went out in those ships to hit them. That takes some balls. I thought joining the special forces was nuts. They're actually out there in deep space going up against the goddamn navy."
"And kicking ass too," said Matza. "They've already knocked out about sixty thousand of the OPFOR. And there's still at least two more Owls out there. Shit, they keep this up and we might not have to fight at all."
"Don't say that," said Horishito. "They give up before they get here then we won't get to watch Wong prove she's got bigger balls than we do. I for one have been looking forward to that."
That produced a bout of laughter from everyone at the table, Lisa included. Though there had been a time when such words, obviously directed at the fact that she was a female, would have provoked anger in her, those days were gone. In two weeks of training with her new squad out in the wastelands, she had more than proved her worth to her teammates. Her physical condition was now better than she had ever imagined it could be. She could haul a full load of sixty millimeter mortars, in addition to her own weapons, up the tallest hill without causing a discharge warning on her suit. She could move boulders and dig hiding holes in the rocky Martian soil as well as any of them. She could shoot any weapon in the special forces inventory with pinpoint accuracy, with or without the combat goggle targeting system active. She could assemble booby traps and plant them in under a minute flat.
"Maybe that's a bad analogy," Lon said.
"Oh?" said Lisa.
"Yes, I've seen you in the shower, remember? Your balls aren't very big at all. In fact, I can hardly see them."
"Yes, and I've noticed you've done a lot of searching for them too, boss man," she said slyly. "Sometimes you've searched so much in there that your weapon started to get cocked."
The table erupted in another bout of laughter, this time at their leader's expense. Lon actually blushed at the attention. True, he had been known to check out his new female squad member in the shower from time to time, and true, it had caused him to develop the beginnings of an erection more than once, but he hadn't been aware that anyone, especially Wong herself, had noticed. Another supposition, proven wrong. Still, Lon was good-natured about the jive, and Wong was a very attractive woman. Could he help it if she insisted on showering and dressing with the rest of the team? That was her decision, wasn't it? "I was just checking to make sure you practice good hygiene after our deployments," he said. "You know what they say about cleanliness."
"Hey, sarge," Horishito said. "How come you never check out my hygiene that thoroughly? Wong got something that I don't got?"
"Yeah, sarge," said Matza. "I'm hurt. That's blatant favoritism, you ask me."
"And what's so interesting," Lisa said, "about a woman soaping herself up in the shower, anyway? I certainly don't find it all that exciting."
"No?" said Lon, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"No," she said, "although you never know what's going on in my little mind while I see all you guys soaping up now, do you?"
"She's got a point there," said Matza. "She could be thinking whatever she wants in there, and we wouldn't have a clue, would we?"
"Part of the beauty of being a girl," Lisa said. "So are we gonna take these bonghits or what? I think we're on number five here, aren't we?"
"Number five," Horishito agreed. "And I still say that no girl is gonna take more hits than I can. Nothing personal, Wong, its just an anatomical fact of life. Men are better suited for sucking up the green."
"That's why we got a hundred bucks riding on it Hoary," she said. "Now lets smoke up."
"Let's smoke," the other two echoed.
On the count of three all of them activated their electric pipes, turning the marijuana inside into shriveled ash and sending the cooled steam that was produced down into their lungs. They each held their hits in for a count of thirty seconds before blowing them out.
"Damn," said Lon, taking a few breaths to get some fresh oxygen in. "There's really nothing in the solar system like Agricorp green. I'm glad all the people who grow it are on our side of the revolution."
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Sgt. James Haggerty, SS-Unterscharführer Kurt Ferber is ready to talk to you. That's great, Voice, thanks, but what the hell is that rank in English, if you please? I believe that is the SS rank equivalent to your own. How do you want to meet him? I think that the best bet would be in a small conference room with just the two of us sitting on opposite sides of a small table. Does Ferber speak English? Yes, he does, though he has what you would call a British accent. OK, I can probably...
It's funny, since the break up of my marriage, I found myself becoming more and more of a reclusive, finding that I spent more time in my house and noticing my neighbors. I would not say, I am a Voyeur, but because of the summer heat, I had to open my windows to let the air circulate.What a lovely surprise! My elderly neighbor was sunbathing in her garden. To tell you the truth, I would not have looked on her if I was occupied, but it had been a long time since I had laid eyes on a woman, so I...
This introduction of the characters is full of sexual tease, but the dirty stuff follows in Chapter Two. THE BEACH Her skin glistened in the moist, hot Caribbean beach air as the burning sun reflected off her body. Brooke was applying oil to her tanned, smooth skin, as her eyes, hidden behind dark sun glasses, darted around the beach, watching the men that were staring at her with unmasked desire. A knowing smile appeared on her lips as she basked in the male attention, and that all too...
Wife LoversProbably my most popular erotic poem...Two Unite As OneIt starts with a look you caste my way,There are no words we need to say,I always know that certain look,We know each other like a book,Next you reach out with your gentle touch,That says you want me very much,Soft kisses and a warm embrace,As I stare into your pretty face,I lean in closer as our lips meet,Where we touch, I feel the heat,Lovingly we start to undress,As exploring hands start to caress,Delicately kissing every inch of...
Secretary For A Change Part 2 "And who is this beauty?" Geoff asked George, my boss. "He..i mean she, is Amanda, my newest hire. She won the womanless secretary contest today," said George. Why he said that i'll never know, but the damage was done. George had made it seem like Adam worked for us! Maybe he was nervous about Adam being in the contest and not being an employee, with the big boss, Geoff, present. But what Geoff said next surprised everyone. "Amanda, please...
“Francis.” “Good morning. It’s Melinda Cantrell, Agent Francis, but you’re on speaker. I gots my peeps wid me.” “To what do I owe this early morning phone call, Melly.” “I’m sorry, Miss Brenda, but Jackie told me to tell you that your airport is a little bit too tiny for real airplanes. On a side note, we, Jackie and I, thought you lived in Atlanta. In any case, she said when we talked earlier, that it doesn’t have to be TOO big, but what she failed to mention is it can’t be tiny. Yours is...
I'm getting quotes done for the windows in the house, and the sales rep that comes round is a late 30's early 40's woman. She has her black hair tied back, a thin loose and fairly low cut blouse with a tight pinstripe skirt, mid thigh length. She has cream coloured high heels that have seen better days and either tights or stockings. She looks utterably fuckable.So usual double glazing bullshit for a while and then she goes to measure up the windows. I follow her around, checking out her ass...
This is the beginning of the start of my new life. Up to this point I’d been known as Michael but that would soon change. For months now I have been paying close attention to the girls but not like you would imagine. I paid attention to how they acted, how they did their make-up and how they dressed. I was really jealous, wishing I could be like them. I’d known for a long time that I was no ordinary guy. I was in shape, quite well actually, but I always felt like I didn’t belong when I was...
“Either swear a magically binding oath to become my loyal ... pet, or become my afternoon snack.” My foxkin’s shoulders slumped, and she raised a hand to her neck, and said, “Like a slave collar?” I shrugged. I didn’t know how they worked, so I couldn’t answer her question. Oaths sworn on my name are naturally binding, and I explained that to her. Instead of confusing her, I let her think I had the [Oathbinding] ability. There is power in names. As an eternal, like the greater fey and true...
The thick flaps of Aunt Patricia's vagina pulled nimbly through my lips, covered in a moist coating of perspiration. My tongue probed down and inside her, loosing a flow of salty sweet honey from inside her. She was really turned on from watching me masturbate silently for the five or more minutes she'd been standing in the shadows of my room."Oh, Joy..." she whispered, taken back by the intensity of the pleasure I was giving her. It felt so erotic to be surrounded by her body, the fragrance of...
Weekend with Carleigh The plane banked to the left, aligning itself with the runway in preparation to land. Looking out the window I could see the university campus off in the distance. Soon I would be there, finishing the plans that we had made. After landing and gathering my bag, I rented a car and drove toward campus. There were two motels on my list to check out, one of which I was going to rent a room for the weekend. After checking both of them out I decided on the Fairfield Inn on...
Straight SexOver the last two weeks, Jim and Anita's life had developed a routine that included oral sex for breakfast and as much sex as their bodies could stand for dessert after dinner. Anita was pleased that her continued attentions to her Dad's libido was extending his stamina. It wasn't breaking Jim's heart either as he found the ability to love his daughter gave them both that much more delectation. As they sat down to dinner one evening, Jim opened the conversation by dropping an unexpected...
Next day guitar class me maine mere song ki practice start kar di. Us din main “Kaise mujhe tum mil gayi” song pe practice kar raha tha. Main iss song ki practice 3 din se kar raha tha aur mujhe aaj woh complete karna hi tha. Maine jaisi hi pehli line gaana aur bajaana start kiya waisehi mere baaju me baithi Komal uski practice karna rok di, aur mujhe dekhne lagi. Main thoda uncomfortable ho gaya. Maine socha maine kuch galat to nahi gaaya na. Ab maine mera song complete kar diya. Maine komal...
Helios had agreed to deliver the parts in six weeks, through an intermediary whose contact information Mbosa supplied. There was to be no further contact with Mbosa again, under any circumstances. Mbosa had also supplied Helios with a copy of the information his sources had dug up, and with which he was threatening him. If Helios failed to deliver, or if even a whisper of Mbosa's involvement in the deal came to light, the information would be sent to both the local Peace Keepers and to...
I want you to watch. I want you to sit down in the chair there and make yourself comfortable and watch us. Loosen your clothing if you like. Unbutton your blouse as I unbutton hers. Ease yourself back and watch as I kiss down her neck, cupping her breasts and squeezing her ass. We kiss and grind against each other just inches from where you sit, ignoring you completely but tempting you to reach out and touch. You don't. Instead you stare through the dim light of the bedroom making out the...
ExhibitionismI sat on the couch, stunned by the image before me. My boyfriend Liu had my best friend Melinda over his knee. His powerful, relentless spanks brought Melinda to tears as her bare bottom turned red from the punishment. Here was sassy-mouth Melinda, who had an answer for everything, who never took shit from anyone, now whimpering in remorse. I winced from the sound of his hand meeting her now tender skin. Hers was a position I had been in many times before and one I was about to face again. He...
Episiotomy Bill Pierce was in his office gloating over the April reports. The Central Region had not only the highest sales of any region of Andalusia Pharmaceuticals -- which it ordinarily had -- it had the highest sales per representative. And it had the second-highest growth over the previous April. Denise spoke over the intercom, “Your wife is on the phone.” He picked up the phone. “Carolyn? How did the appointment go?” Her first post-delivery checkup had been scheduled for this...
Ladies and Gentlemen, President Chelsea Clinton By Heather St. Claire January 20, 2025 NBC News Anchor Natalie Morales: And there you have it, the inaugural address of President Chelsea Clinton. And now the new President is embraced by her husband, Marc Mezvinski, and her children, Bill, who is 12, and her daughter Olivia, who just turned eight. And now, a heartfelt hug from her mother, Hillary Rodham Clinton. Wouldn't you like to know what words they're exchanging at this...
Hello friends, this is Jeet from San Francisco. It’s been a long time that i posted my last story. I had so many incidents but didn’t get enough time to pen them down. I did all of my schooling in India and college here. Last week i met my school teacher here in San Francisco… After almost 10 years… I had crush on her since 9th grade. That was year 2001. She (Anita) joined our school and she was 22 only. Fresh from college, English teacher… She was 5’7 32-24-30 very slim and fair in...
Jake put his boxers back on again and walked to the sink wearing those and his still unblemished white shirt rolled up onto his muscular forearms. He turned on the hot water and while it was warming up he opened an adjacent drawer to extricate a clean beige dish towel. He wetted it with the warm water before wringing it out in the sink until it was only damp with he warm water. Jill was still sitting in front her naked, except for her heels, best friend who she had just sucked to a face...
I had been feeling feverish and achy for the better part of a week before I decided I was sick. Until then, I had convinced myself that I was merely tired, that I was feeling the accumulated stress of what had been a bad year. Not only was summer the most demanding season of my sales job, but I had also gone through a divorce. I thought I had taken the season and my wife’s absence well, my body suggested otherwise and was now sticking me with a bug to prove it. A coworker suggested that I stop...
Maid for the Job Chapter Seven The first thing I did the next day was take my pill as instructed and I set myself a little reminder note in the bathroom so I didn't forget. At least if I forgot to take the lunch time one, I thought, I could always take two before bed. =#= At 11 o'clock the following morning I was ready by the door in the tight fitting jeans and the white cotton blouse I had bought the previous week. I was just slipping my feet into the canvas pumps as Fran?oise r...
Marcy looked straight at me and asked, "Where do you think they are going with all these different contracts with us? We are going to have contracts with DHS, the FBI and CIA on the hangar and now it sounds like they may want part or all or the super hangar." "I don't know, but the money is good and with the markups that Frank just approved - double good. We may let them lease part of the super hangar but we are going to need part of it ourselves; having a divider halfway may be a...
Sarah James was determined to convince both Jason and Kyle to choose the University of Iowa for their collegiate careers. She had tried her best to find a way into Kyle's heart, even if it had been somewhat lower in his body than where hearts are normally located. Even though she had given him her body, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she had taken his the first time, she could not hold him with sex alone. Jason may not be as stubborn. As soon as he returned from his...
Jonas was a quiet guy. He wasn't outstanding nor had any great friends, not that he was bullied or antisocial, just that he didn't feel connected to the people around him. He talk with some guys of his class about common interests but that was the stand of it, he wouldn't miss them in case of one of them going away. Jonas have blond that fell to the side of his head, blue eyes and is he is almost tall at 1,68. He wasn't the most handsome guy in the classroom even less in the whole college but...
FantasyYou are looking for a costume for Friday's Halloween party at Victor's house. All the ones you could make at home are lame, and ones you've done before. You want something new and sexy, so maybe someone might get interested and maybe you can get laid. You've been fallow for far too long. You head downtown toward one of the big costume rental shops when you see a new shop just four blocks from your house. You could swear it wasn't there last week. It is in a building that had been a big...
My doorbell rings and I rush to the hallway. My heart leaps into my throat, my pulse quickens and my skin becomes moist. I have been waiting for you, here in my house, for so long. Now you have come and I can hardly wait for you to enter. I stand at the back of the long hall, itching to rush to the door and loving the exquisite prolongation of this moment, my body becoming weaker, my love for you becoming stronger. From my warm secret hiding place deep in the dark of my house I see your...
El verano se acercaba a su fin y pronto tendría que comenzar a asistir a la escuela. Me preocupaba que pasaría si se realizaba una reunión y yo no podía asistir. ¿Perdería mi privilegiado lugar en el grupo? ¿Doña Elide seria comprensiva y me dejaría volver?Mis miedos se vieron materializados cuando mi madre me informo que le habían dado vacaciones y quería que fuéramos a pasar un fin de semana en la playa. Al principio me emocione al respecto pero cuando me dijo las fechas me di cuenta que...