Nuns Vs Knights
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Chapter 4 — ‘Weapons of Mass Seduction’
Even from hundreds of feet above the ocean — the 200-foot yacht looked larger than life. As Carver’s polished black helicopter circled the vessel — Caroline could see the name ‘Cesarine’ on the back (‘aft’ she would later learn to call it) — the brilliant white ship sparkled like a pearl floating in turquoise sea.
The chitchat on the helicopter flight away from the city had been surprising banal. They sipped champagne. Carver commented on how nice Caroline looked in her business suit. They spoke about current events — but more like they were quoting headlines and not delving into the articles. After a while (Caroline couldn’t tell remember exactly how long — the Veuve had exercised its power on her rational thinking) — the land disappeared from under them. The endless ocean opened up. And then Caroline realized that it wasn’t the ocean, but the Caribbean Sea. They flew for miles without seeing a ship or any other sign that humans had touched this part of the world.
The chitchat stopped when the helicopter descended onto the red circle on the Cesarine’s deck. The whir of the helicopter’s rotors slowed and a handsome, elegant man in a crisp white uniform opened Caroline’s door.
‘Welcome aboard, Ms. Monroe,’ he said, ‘I am Captain Giancarlo Lisoni. My crew and I are happy to serve you.’
The warm humid air enveloped Caroline as soon as she stepped clear of the helicopter. Captain Lisoni smiled a seasoned, comforting smile and told her, ‘The Cesarine is fully air-conditioned and stocked with every luxury. You will be quite comfortable while you are on board.’
Carver hopped out of the helicopter as if he had done it hundreds of times before. He and Captain Lisoni greeted each other with manly bear hugs. They then kissed each other’s cheeks. Left, then right.
‘Old friend!’ Captain Lisoni said with gusto. ‘Your suite is prepared.’
The sun was low in the distant sky. Pastels replaced the blue at the horizon. Carver led Caroline below deck and down a narrow hall. The door he opened gave way to a suite that took Caroline’s breath away.
‘Wow,’ she found herself whispering.
The Cesarine was heading south, Caroline could tell. The sun set to her right and the sky was darkening to her left. The suite’s far wall was a semi-circle of windows that gave a clear 180-degree view out of the front of the yacht. Caroline felt as if she was floating (which, technically, she was) toward the stunning windows. She could hear ice clinking in glasses and was vaguely aware that Carver stood at the suite’s bar behind her.
‘Are you hungry?’ he asked.
‘Mmm,’ was all Caroline could manage to say. Her eyes stayed fixated on the horizon. The Cesarine’s soft lilt was hypnotizing. Carver handed her a drink. Caroline put it to her lips. Sweet, cold and powerful — the liquor snapped Caroline out of the dream she had found herself in. And may have had the opposite effect that Carver had intended. She was no longer spellbound by her surroundings, but fully aware of whom she was with and what he was capable of. Caroline turned away from the window.
‘It’s a Caribbean orange liqueur — made from the Grand Cayman’s finest rum,’ Carver said as he leveled his gaze at her. He sipped from his glass and Caroline followed suit.
Sweet, cold and powerful. The drink had a lot in common with Carver, she realized.
He had been more like the sunset over the Caribbean when they first met — mesmerizing and impossible to resist. But since then, he had been smug and even threatened to blackmail her. Caroline felt as if she had matured years instead of days since their first encounter.
‘Stunning,’ he said, as he walked past her to the windows. She turned to watch him and found herself looking at the Caribbean once again.
‘Yes,’ she agreed and took another sip. This one went down more smoothly.
Carver set his drink down on a glass table next to the bed. The bed, Caroline realized. She had just noticed it. King-sized, covered in silk and too many pillows to count. It faced the windows.
Carver was behind her now. He slipped her jacket off her shoulders. ‘The humidity is one of the Caribbean’s few drawbacks,’ he commented. He slithered in front of her and Caroline noticed his voice was serious and intense, but also breathy and full of lust. ‘Do you know why you’re here?’ he asked.
Caroline looked deeply into his dark eyes. ‘To swab the deck?’
She was pleased that made him smile. His impenetrable veneer cracked just a little.
‘If you’re wondering,’ he said, ‘it’s not every woman that I bring here.’ With a single, deft motion — he unbuttoned the lowest button on her blouse.
‘Working your way from the bottom up?’ Caroline asked with an orange liqueur smile.
‘That’s how I’ve achieved my greatest successes.’
And with that, the next button up fell open.
‘What I was actually wondering,’ Caroline said as she looked down to see her skin exposed, ‘was how long it would take us to get to Aruba. That is where we’re heading isn’t it?’
‘There are hundreds of locales the Cesarine might be heading toward,’ he said — trying to remain mysterious.
The third button fell open. Caroline knew her bra was showing. The Caribbean sparkled outside the arc of windows. The liqueur — on top of the champagne — made her feel light. And her inhibitions with this man had flown long ago.
‘The direction the helicopter took,’ she said, ‘and the direction we’re heading — it’s in the general direction of the south Caribbean. Aruba’s there. Plus, isn’t that where your consortium of investors is based?’
He opened her last button. Her blouse fell open. But he let it lay against her. His dark eyes stared at her. ‘Tell me about my consortium of investors,’ he said — as his hands caressed her stomach and then her hips and then past her skirt’s hem onto her bare legs.
‘Your turn,’ she shook her head and told him.
‘Yes, ma’am,’ he obeyed. He found the skirt zipper on her hip and before she could exhale, it lay on the ground around her heels.
He was on his knees and she could feel his breath on her bare thighs. As her panties moistened, she fought the urge to pull his face into her panties. ‘I mean, your turn to tell me about your investor consortium,’ she said.
He grazed her calves and the backs of her knees with his fingertips. ‘What’s there to tell about that stodgy group of old money and their sunburnt offshore accounts?’ he asked innocently and gently kissed her thigh. He let his lips linger against her skin.
He brushed his lips to the inside of her thigh and started heading north. She involuntarily let out a moan. ‘That’s more like it,’ he whispered.
‘So they are on Aruba?’ she tried to ask. She tried to bring her high heels closer together — to block the access to where his mouth was heading. But he slid his arm between her legs and put his hand on her panties from behind.
‘Tell you what,’ he countered. ‘For every question I answer, I get to do something I want.’ He looked up at her. His face was just below her waist. His arm reached between her legs.
She nodded.
‘Yes,’ he said, ‘They’re in Aruba. We’re meeting on Thursday.’ And with that — he buried a long kiss on top of her panties, right where her legs came together. She could feel herself getting wetter. Her resistance was fading. But she had to know more.
‘You don’t represent a majority of Azura Holdings, but you’re trying to increase your consortium’s influence,’ she managed to say between breaths.
‘That was two questions,’ Carver said. ‘Yes.’ He gripped her panty’s waistline. ‘And yes.’ And he pulled her panties to her ankles.
She was exposed in front of all the Caribbean to see. But there was no one there but them. The windows opened to the fading light. She was beginning to see her reflection in the glass. S
he was naked from the waist down. Her blouse hung open. And Carver’s head was between her bare legs.
‘Once you have control…’ she moaned, ‘…of Azura, you’re planning to break the company up.’
‘Mm-hmm,’ he hummed as he buried his nose into her pubic hair. She nearly doubled over. She cried out and grabbed his thick hair.
‘By selling the company’s assets and licensing the company’s intellectual property and brands,’ Caroline panted out, ‘you’ll generate over fourteen billion dollars and earn between six and seven billion dollars a year until the licensing deals expire.’ Her knees buckled when she finished. ‘Ohhh!’ she wailed. She could tell his tongue was inside her.
He slid his tongue more deeply inside her.
‘Do you realize that your plan will also…’ she gasped, ‘…put 25,000 people out of their jobs, two small towns and a dozen banks will probably go bankrupt and the national defense will be jeopardized — because of contracts you plan to dissolve.’
He finally removed his tongue from inside of her. He stood and unbuckled his pants. ‘Yes,’ he said.
He lifted her off her feet and laid her on the bed. Her hair fell around her on the silk sheets. She could feel the orgasm welling inside her. Her feet tingled. Her belly tingled. And between her legs — she wondered if anything had ever been so wet and so on fire before.
She looked at him. He was naked and hard. The condom was on and he climbed between her welcoming legs. When he was inside her, she kissed his neck and shoulders. The sunset was in full bloom and she watched the sky burn red as she came in wave after wave of passion. By the time he exploded inside her, she was engulfed in complete and total ecstasy.
Later, as she lay next to the sleeping Carver St. Pierre, she was exhausted but giddy. She could barely lay still. Not only had she figured out his plan, but she was sleeping on the finest sheets in the world on arguably the most romantic bed in the known universe. And next to her was a handsome, probably egotistical and likely manipulative, very wealthy man.
At the thought of ‘manipulative’, Caroline became suddenly alert. She realized she just had told Carver everything she knew about his plans. The memories of danger flooded back to her. The muscular man tying her to a motel bed. The strange woman creeping to her apartment. She was showing off to Carver when she told him what she had figured out, but that may have been exactly what he was after. He wanted to know how much she knew.
She eased out of bed without waking him. She checked her cell phone but there was no service in the middle of the sea. In the suite’s bathroom, she found a white robe. She put it on and snuck out of the suite.
In the hall, she found a wall phone. She needed to call Elizabeth Racine, her new boss and founding partner of Azura Holdings, and warn her what he had learned. She picked up the phone and tried to dial. A deep Italian accent greeted her. The voice told her that there was no phone service to the United States. All non-essential communications had to be approved by Mr. St. Pierre. ‘We’ll arrive in Aruba on Friday,’ she was told.
She hung up and realized that something wasn’t right. Carver had said the meeting in Aruba was on Thursday.
She could hear a thumping sound and thought the yacht’s engines must be churning. She snuck back into the suite and noticed two things were missing — Carver and her clothes.
Then she realized what the thumping sound was. A few seconds later, she ran onto the deck to see Carver St. Pierre lifting off in the black helicopter. He waved good-bye as the helicopter disappeared into the night sky.
Captain Lisoni walked to her as she watched Carver fly away. ‘Mr. St. Pierre would like me and my crew to make you as comfortable as possible until we reach Aruba,’ he told her. He interlocked his strong arm with hers and walked her back to the suite. ‘We have everything you need. And more,’ he said as he dropped her off. ‘Good night, Ms. Monroe.’ His eyes twinkled. His salt and pepper hair was well manicured and he had a mustache perfectly trimmed over his sculpted Roman lips.
When she was alone, she sat on the bed — which only moments before had been such a place of bliss — the sunset was gone and the sky was black. The lights in the room forced her to look at her full reflection in the majestic windows. Her hair was mussed and the robe — the only article of clothing she had access to — was wrapped tightly around her body. She wasn’t very proud of the woman she was looking at, so she turned out all of the cabin’s lights. With the room dark, the black sky outside reappeared in the windows. The stars pierced the blanked of night. She stared at them and wondered where this journey was taking her. Later, just before she drifted off to sleep, she thought she saw a shooting star.
The morning gray filtered into the cabin and gently nudged Caroline awake. She had slept naked for the first time in her life and the feel of the silk sheets against her skin was delicious. She put on her robe and stared out at the smooth sea. Yesterday’s exhaustion and yesterday’s mistakes were behind her. She needed to get a message to Elizabeth Racine and warn her about Carver’s plans.
She marched toward the suite’s door — determined to take control of her destiny. She jerked the door open to find a man waiting there for her. ‘Good morning, ma’am,’ the olive skinned Adonis said, ‘I am Antonio and I am here to service your needs.’
Antonio wore a tight white T-shirt that did very little to hide every sinew of his muscular torso. His loose white shorts fell to just above his knees. His skin looked like it had been perfected by the Mediterranean sun and his hair was slicked back, with its curls flipping away from the back of his neck. His mega-watt smile could have powered the Cesarine for a week.
‘Thank you, Antonio,’ Caroline said, trying not to stare at the bulge in his white shorts. It was rare that Caroline noticed how a large a man might be, but Antonio was a rare man — who appeared to be built to be noticed. ‘But my needs don’t need servicing.’
‘I will bring your breakfast. Coffee? Fresh-squeezed orange juice? Danishes? An omelet?’
Caroline realized how long it had been since she had eaten. ‘Yes, thank you.’
‘En suite or on the deck?’
‘I would like to speak to the captain,’ she said.
‘Breakfast on the deck then,’ Antonio smiled. ‘I will alert Captain Lisoni to meet you on the aft dining deck.’
Antonio led her to the aft dining deck. As they made their way there, past the polished wood railings and gleaming brass fixtures — Caroline was able to sense how large the Cesarine was. To say that the yacht was luxurious was like saying the Hope Diamond was a pretty gem. The Cesarine’s glass shimmered like crystal. She felt as if she were walking through a floating palace.
And the crew. Oh, the crew. Each time they passed one of the men, she was greeted with a friendly ‘Good morning, ma’am’ and a smile that could only be smiled back to. She fantasized about how many of them she would have to seduce to get off of the yacht. Did she have the power — and the stamina — of mass seduction? She noticed her hands were clutching the robe she wore as tightly as possible. Part of the reason these men were so fixated on her might be the fact that only a single layer of white cotton separated their stares from her bare skin.
Each of the two dozen men looked like a version of Antonio. Taller Antonios, slimmer Antonios. But none had his powerful bulge in the front of their pants that Caroline imagined as he walked in front of her. His ass rounded the back of his shorts and each perfect cheek flexed with every one of his steps.
She was enjoying the view of his behind and was disappointed that he ushered her in front of him. The stairs were narrow and he was just being gentlemanly. In front of him, she could see his hands on the rai
ling on either side of her as she stepped up. He was very close. The robe didn’t reach her knees and she wondered if he was studying her ass as closely as she had studied his.
‘Antonio?’ she asked without looking back.
‘Yes, ma’am?’
‘You are here to service me?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘Have you serviced other passengers?’
‘It is my job, ma’am. I serve meals, make bar drinks and perform other functions.’
‘Other functions?’
‘For the women, I am excellent and giving manicures and pedicures. Perhaps you would like a massage?’
‘Tempting. But… Do you know where my clothes are?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘May I have them?’
‘No, ma’am. Mr. St. Pierre has forbidden it, ma’am.’
Of course, Caroline thought. Then she said, ‘Antonio.’
‘Yes, ma’am?’
‘Please call me Caroline.’
‘It would be my pleasure, Caroline,’ he replied. He squeezed by her on the narrow stairs. She wasn’t sure why he made the sudden move to catch her. He faced her to get by and his body brushed hers. His solid chest grazed her shoulder and his knees touched her thighs — right at the hem of her robe. But it was the bulge she felt against her waistline that made her feel hot. She was surprised that it didn’t loosen the knot in her robe’s sash. She could swear she could feel it pulse and held in her gasp.
She looked up at Antonio — but he was looking ahead. He opened the door ahead of her — another gentlemanly gesture — and nodded for her to pass.
Caroline stepped through the doorway and the gasp she held in a second before escaped her. ‘Oh my,’ she said.
The table was set with porcelain and silver. The table linens were from a 5-star restaurant. But no restaurant could match this view. On a high, aft deck, Caroline had a near 360-degree view of the sea. Sunrise was complete — but the day’s heat had not kicked in yet. The breeze lifted the tablecloth just enough.
Antonio offered her the single chair at the table. Coffee. Fresh-squeezed orange juice. Danishes. An omelet. Just as Antonio had promised.
The rest of that day at sea — Tuesday, Caroline realized — was spent wandering the sleek yacht. Captain Lisoni assured her that they would reach Aruba on Friday and there was no way to accelerate that timeline. He was not authorized to let her use the yacht’s communications to call anyone. His orders were to keep her comfortable and bathed in luxury.
As she meandered around the yacht, Caroline clutched her robe tight and nodded to the crew as they passed. Her fantasy of a mass seduction faded as the day went on. The crew — while incredibly friendly and pleasant — were also professionals and focused on their jobs — whatever those were — of keeping the vessel moving across the cobalt sea.
Antonio was never too far away. And on the rare occasions when Caroline didn’t know where he was, all she needed to do was pick up one of the phones she stumbled upon. His smooth voice always said, ‘How may I service you, Caroline?’ before she could speak.
Her meals were fresh seafood and fruit. At dinner, Caroline let Antonio fix her a lychee martini. By the time she lay back down in the world’s most amazing bed, she realized how much she wished that she had been sharing this experience with someone. Even a girlfriend to secretly giggle with her over this dreamlike experience. She was surprised that Carver St. Pierre wasn’t who she imagined standing next to on the deck. When she closed her eyes — she pictured Zack, from her apartment building, walking toward her on one of the yacht’s decks.
She fell asleep with a smile on Tuesday night.
When she awoke Wednesday morning, she realized that the sun was higher in the sky then when she woke upon Tuesday. She had slept in. Antonio waited for her outside the suite door. After breakfast, Caroline returned to the suite. She needed to re-focus. This idle time on the yacht was softening her ability to concentrate on what Carver and his investor consortium was trying to do. She needed to reason with Captain Lisoni.
Antonio agreed to take her to the bridge. She thought if she could meet the captain on his turf, she could speak to him on equal footing.
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I looked all of eternity and back for you only to have you find me first. The moment our eyes locked in the most unexpected moment, I just knew then that life would never be the same. How was to know that to say hello would be the start of something so beautiful? For I have found the one that touched my soul in ways no one else ever could. For you are my life, my love, my always and forever. After two years, I remember like it was yesterday and how I was right. Life has changed in ways I...
Clara’s life was something I enjoyed a lot. She was a journalist at the New York Times, married to a very rich investment banker, sometimes she modeled and - to make her even more joyful - she had an affair with a player of the Yankees. I occupied her now for three weeks and that day, I just returned from the Yankees players place and drove back home. His sperm was still in my pussy from the short and rough encounter we had. My husband would not mind. He would either work and not realize or he...
Mind ControlHi readers, this is Atul once again from Mumbai with a new encounter with Priya. Those who know my earlier encounters with her need not be told of her. But for the new comers, I must describe Priya as good looking, 5’5″ a bit bulky with good assets and most importantly, zest to enjoy the sex without any strings. Now I will start my new adventure with her. After coming back from 15 days tour of Mahabaleshwar, I and Priya used to talk a lot over the phone. While returning from Mahabaleshwar, we...
I was exceeding proud when White Buck helped me to make my very own war club. Yeah, I know that does not sound like much, but it had tremendous symbolic importance—it meant that I was soon to become a man and a warrior able to take part in defending the women and children. I was so proud of that war club that I carried it everywhere I went outside the hut. I am sure that I got some indulgent smiles when other adults saw me walking around with the club hanging from my waist, but I did not...
White Buck happened to be home, and he heard the story told by Spring Flower. I was a little embarrassed at all she had to say because I thought that she inflated my part a bit too much and did not say enough about how she saved me with her warning. However, I did not get a chance to say anything because White Buck immediately wanted to go look at the site of the fight. He had me put on my loincloth and take up my weapons to go with him to see how much truth there was in Spring Flower’s...
The next month was a very sad time for all of us in the family, and I was as affected as was anyone else. It was a very melancholy time for all of us. However, the pressure of the necessities of life forced us out of that mood. I cannot say that we were any happier, but we did gradually lose our hangdog expressions. White Buck continued to train me pretty much as he had been doing, except that he pushed me harder toward learning all of the aspects of war. I learned things like fighting with...
On the way home, I got to thinking about whether or not I had enough firepower with just the shotgun and one revolver. I came to the conclusion that I did not. Oh, the shotgun could stand by itself, but it struck me that only eight shots in total was pushing my luck. Though my luck had always been good so far, there was no doubt that it would desert me one of these days, and I had to be ready for that to happen. One more pistol like my Colt Navy would give me a maximum of 12 shots. Those,...
In the process, Honey Bee was given the old Pocket Pistol and taught how to use it. Fortunately, this pistol fit her hand well enough so that she could control it. Spring Flower could hear whenever Honey Bee had to use her pistol and promised to rush to her sister’s aid. I figured the two pistols were going to be all of the protection the girls needed, but I was not going to say anything. The other women certainly needed the bodyguards, and I did not want to ruin a good thing. Our village...
As was my usual routine, I checked to be sure all of the Comanches were dead, took the scalps, and checked each one to see if there was anything that I could use. Unfortunately, there was no easy way for me to get rid of the bodies, so I had to leave them where they were. I hoped that the scavengers would clean up the mess I made. As for the horses, I figured that they could find their own way home or else join a wild herd. There certainly was no way that I could deal with them and continue...
Big Wolf and I headed back to Mexico to try to buy some more sheep and the dogs we needed to look after them. Meanwhile, White Buck and four more men followed the Comanches to see where they were going. We were all determined to punish them for what they had done to us. It looks like, no matter where you live, you have to treat bullies the same way. Once White Buck and his party had found out where the Comanches lived, they would return to the village and help in the rebuilding at least until...
For the next few years, life settled into a comfortable rut. Spring Flower had delivered a baby boy whom we all loved dearly. She named him Big Roar because of the way he could scream when he was unhappy. Fortunately, that was not very often. Honey Bee became my second wife and eventually delivered a daughter whom we also loved dearly. She was named Butterfly, and I thought that she was beautiful enough to deserve the name. Our hut was enlarged to take care of the growing family, still ruled...
I got wind of the idea of a new bride for me through White Buck who happened to hear the women talking about the possibility. Well, I was quite happy with the number of brides that I already had, so I was not all that receptive to the idea. Nevertheless, I knew that I would eventually lose the argument with four women to nag me about it, so I finally bowed to the inevitable. I did make it positively known that I would not accept any woman younger than 15, and that did cut down on the number...
The Comanches had moved out of what they considered the range of the shotguns. I spotted a conference going on between two of the Comanches, one was wearing a war bonnet made up of coup feathers and the other had six coup feathers fastened to his hair. I was certain that these were the war chiefs, and the one with the war bonnet looked to be older than the other one; therefore, he must be the senior war chief. If I could knock off those two, it might be enough to send the other Comanches...
The rest of the day was uneventful. We found a waterhole that was suitable for camping overnight, so we stayed there. I rewarded Fawn’s patience by fucking her to three orgasms. My other two wives were satisfied with what they had received at our midday stop. We started out the next morning with no special expectations, and that was pretty much how the day ran. I could not figure out what was going on, but we did not find a single Comanche to fight. All we did was ride around in the hot sun...
It's shaping up to be one of your lamest spring breaks ever, in that your parents are letting you do exactly jack and shit for fun, even though you're eighteen now and it's your senior year and you have a good track record for being responsible enough to keep out of trouble. But your mom is convinced that to let her teenage daughter go on a spring break trip with friends is the virtual equivalent of buying her a one way ticket to a porn studio. She knows all about "the kind of awful things that...
Incest"Hey, Bridge," Dex says from the backseat of Scott's car, when you're about a half hour from the lake. "Can I have a drink of your Sprite?" You pass it back to him and he takes a long, grateful drink. "You guys are gross," Scott tells you both cheerfully. "Sharing stuff like that is how people get herpes." "You'd be the resident expert on that," Dex says, and you shoot him a look that means, please don't be shitty. You're determined not to let anything spoil this trip. The prospect of this...
Teen*Special thanks to @mr_hyde_06 for making the amazing image you can see for the cover of this story. Stories will show the characters name, age, gender and any other side notes, Eg. Mike, 25 year old male, obsessed with porn. Anyone is allowed to write as well just start it like this too So who are you?
The announcer states that round 2 will begin in 10 minutes, no exceptions. Both teams head back into the locker rooms to discuss their strategies for round 2. The White team is bouncing with enthusiasm at their win. The crowd of whites cheers them on, but little do Brit and Longman know that Kitty has a Black fan in the crowd... This Black man squirts a water bottle full of some green liquid on Britney and Longman. "What the fuck man, we won fair and square, get off of us." Longman says...
It was a hot summer day in California. All these hot girls, so little time, Justin Thinks to himself. Now Justin isnt that great looking, but that doesnt matter because he is a black pornstar (He is well hung). Last week Justin got engaged to a black skater from Los Angeles, named Kitty. Kitty hates white guys, she couldnt imagine having sex with a white cracker. This is one of the reasons Justin likes her, he doesnt want his girl sleeping around with whites, he wants her assets all to himself...
To get a clear idea about a few characters and the theme, I recommend you to read the first story the Medical Seduction.Mr. X opened the door and left the room early morning. The door was not fully closed behind him. Through that, we could see Catherine getting up from the hospital bed to get her trousers. When she slipped out from the bed, her blue shirt which moved up and her robust white thighs were well visible. She put her trousers and looked at the mirror in the bathroom. Her hair is a...
Every Tuesday morning at nine minutes past ten Kay says to her husband, ‘I’m off to town Tom.’ Tom always replies, ‘Have a nice time dear,’ then he laughs and says, ‘Give him my best wishes.’ Kay smiles and replies, ‘I will dear,’ and then leaving the house she makes her way to the bus stop and catches the nine fifteen bus into the CBD. Had Tom known it his joking remark about giving an make-believe lover his best wishes was closer to the truth than he knew, but to explain that and tell...
I was one of several people invited to a private poker game. Not an average poker-night-with-the-boys kind of game. No, an exclusive high stakes game, played on the estate of one on my good friends. Guests arrived in formal evening wear. Our host’s home was stately and beautiful. Servers and staff were precisely guided by one of the best butlers in the business. It was a classy gathering of power and influence. I knew many of the guests from my own business dealings. These men and women were...
A couple in the swinging lifestyle make their weekly pilgramage to a private club. Wednesdays have been punctuated by a young woman who puts on quite a show in one of the anything-goes areas. Caitlyn's husband is in the crowd of onlookers while she sits alone in the public area. She's not alone for long.Wild Wednesdays“Mind if I sit down?” asked the black man with the muscular build.“What, you’re not going to join the others?” she said. He looked toward the wide doorway that led into the back...
Girl Friday By Gingerfred Man Chapter One - Casual day Lemon or baby blue? Perhaps pink? We all know what they say about girls who wear black panties, don't we? [Giggle] Fridays can be such a challenge. I mean, I had been wearing panties every day since my boss, Mr. Everhard's, "Girl Fridays" decree six weeks ago. But on Fridays, besides panties, I wore the miniskirt, stockings, garter belt and big heels to work too. On Monday through Thursday, when I'm wearing icky boys'...
Whites Taken by AfricansAs I have specified before ... I was an oil engineer on the African continent for two decades. I had witnessed many things that the main stream media has not addressed. Black on white dominance was very prevalent in many countries. There were many whites victimized of killings, theft, slavery and ****. I have written a number of stories of black lust on this dark continent. The sad truth is almost nothing has really changed ... it's just slipped under the rug.In 1982 a...
Girl Fridays Belladonna The car came to a stop as Vern Lowry pressed down the brake and put the vehicle in park. He pulled off his black sandals and slipped his black, opaque tights covered feet into the pair of 3? inch high heeled pumps he had placed into his pocketbook that morning. Vern smiled at the shoes as he buckled their thin ankle straps. Once he finished buckling the shoes, Vern lifted his wife's black aviator sunglasses off his nose and checked his appearance one...
Alexa Chapter 34: Mondays God, I hate Mondays! I always have. I think everyone does. Getting back into the grind of everyday life was never any fun, but today was even worse. The events of the previous night cast a pall over not only my feelings but most of the state. Sure, the Vikings lost yet another NFC Championship, we were used to it. But the way they lost was so unlike the way the team had played all season was confounding. Add to that the sheer joy that had been created...
SPECIAL FRIDAYS - 03 By Libnos After that wild evening, when she'd dressed me as a woman for the first time, I awoke the next morning without any misgivings or concerns. I trusted her and we and felt comfortable that would continue our relationship in the same direction but with mutual love and respect. Looking at the pictures she'd taken and printed off for me I immediately got a hard-on. I wasn't sure it was because it was because I knew it...
My father is a mover and shaker in state politics and he has been tapped by the party to make the move to the national scene. He has the perfect profile, from middle class - working background, married to the former cheerleader and with two perfect children. My twin sister and I are both attending college far from home to avoid the publicity glare that emanates from fathers presence. In an attempt to give his campaign a boost he organised a family holiday / PR stunt but as the four of us were...
Aug 8, 2011 I tried to get this info into my biography - but couldn't. I've written a paperback book of three of my long stories that I normally sell separately at magselectronics.com There IS a great discount offered by the publisher, but only until August 12, 2011 If you're interested go to beastv.blogspot for details. I hope that you enjoy the following story. It's a lot different than my usual. Hugs Bea AUDITION FOR A KNIGHT By Bea The horseman appeared out...