Darkroom
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For the first twenty years of my adult life I’ve worn a uniform – starched, creased and pressed.
The first was olive green, I spent eight years in the Army and saw a taste of war in Kuwait and Somalia. I honored the oath I’d made to my Uncle Sam and am proud to have served.
The next twelve years were spent in navy blue behind the wheel of a patrol car. I swear, those years were ten times more dangerous than being in a war zone. The mean streets of LA are a fucking war zone, don’t ever kid yourself. The fire power employed by the gangs can and would make a lot of third world armies green with envy.
Each year that I spent on the force, I became a little harder and a little more cynical. My trust in human nature evaporated from a solid curtain to no more than a fine mist. I was sure that I was the one that was going to make the difference from the moment that badge was pinned to my shirt. It turned out to be a childish fantasy, I ended up hating the only thing I’d ever done. Here’s my story.
‘This is the city: Los Angeles, California. I work here. I’m a cop,’ that’s what ran through my head at the beginning of every shift. My name’s Joe, just like the guy that used to growl that bullshit line on TV. My partner’s name was Bill too, just the same as Sergeant Friday’s, but believe me, that’s where the resemblance ended.
The semi sterile working conditions that you see on TV are nothing like we see on the job, and I swear as God is my witness, I’ve never said, ‘Just the facts ma’am.’
Bill and I were working the day watch out of the Rampart division. Ok, forget you ever heard that. It was a typical sunny day in LA, if you could have seen the sun that is. The smog was thick and there was an odd orange tint to the sky.
After our usual breakfast of chilidogs and sushi, Bill and I hit the streets. He was telling me all about his date from the night before, when the radio interrupted his description of the blowjob he’d received. We took the call and while Bill drove toward the address the dispatcher had given us, I pulled my duty weapon and checked the chamber.
I holstered my Glock, feeling a little more secure. We were headed to a report of a fight at a bar. These things can range from a simple argument to a full-blown riot. Bill pulled up to the bar with his side of the car facing the building. He already had his hand on the door of the bar while I was coming around the side of the patrol.
I made it through the opening just in time to see Bill take a pool cue across the bridge of his nose. He flew backwards with blood splattering everywhere when he hit the floor.
Without thinking, my hand shot out and spun the guy that held the stick. I threw a crushing overhand right that had every ounce of my two hundred and forty pounds behind it, the guy hit the floor like a lump of loose shit.
Asshole number two must have taken offense to the way I had treated the first perp. My peripheral vision caught him as he rounded the end of the billiard table. The knife in his hand gave me the first clue of his intent to cause me grievous bodily harm.
With little regard to his weapon, my instincts took over. I hit him hard with a shoulder to his midsection and slammed him on his back in the middle of the green slate. He brought his arm up, and just as quickly I shoved it down, abruptly breaking his arm on the inflexible table edge. The knife flew from his hand and the little bitch started screaming for his momma.
I was none too gentle when I rolled him to his stomach and cuffed him, broken arm and all. I knew he was in a lot of pain because I’d never seen anyone’s forearm bent at that angle before. It looked to me like he had an extra elbow.
I secured the other one that was still unconscious and radioed for an ambulance for my partner. Bill was sitting up now with a bar towel held to his face to stop the flow of blood from his nose. His eyes were very nearly swollen shut, he would probably be on sick leave for a while.
Back up had arrived by then, I was still busy trying to help Bill control the bleeding. He was like a little brother to me you know, I felt pretty bad but maybe this would teach him to wait for me the next time. That kind of John Wayne shit will get an officer killed in a big hurry. I filed that thought away for future reference.
Before I knew it there were people coming from all over. Three ambulances were on scene along with about a dozen more cops. I couldn’t believe this much damned attention for a simple bar brawl. Two detectives were asking questions to all the bar patrons, and to top it all off, a TV news crew showed up, there must not have been any low speed freeway chases going on for them to report.
The paramedics finally got my partner loaded into the ambulance and the duty sergeant ordered me to follow in the squad and get checked out myself. I argued that I was fine but Mac wasn’t having any of it.
At the emergency room, it was clear that Bill was in good hands and going to be okay. I watched at the door and when he made a pass at the first nurse he saw I stopped feeling sorry for the little bastard.
I heard a loud voice call out, ‘Romanski, exam two.’
That being my name, Joe Romanski, I shuffled down the hall to the exam room to get checked out.
The doctor was a rather small woman with her hair piled and pinned to the top of her head. She wore the usual green scrubs and very unflattering eye glasses. She held a chart in her hands and was looking it over as she ordered me to strip.
‘Jeezus Doc, all I need is a band-aid for a skinned knuckle.’
‘Don’t give me any shit, Officer Romanski, off with the clothes. I’m the doctor here and I’ll decide what you need,’ she barked.
As I was slowly unbuttoning my shirt, her impatience was starting to spread across her face. I went from the top button to the bottom very slowly and deliberately. She removed her glasses and watched as I carefully draped my shirt over the back of the chair. Gradually pulling the Velcro fasteners of my Kevlar vest made an excruciating ripping sound that made her purse her lips.
My teasing wasn’t making any points with this woman. I could see the color change in her face, she was becoming flush. She stepped forward and looked straight into my eyes.
‘Would you mind speeding it up a little, I haven’t got all goddamned day to waste,’ She hissed through clenched teeth.
That made me smile just a little to myself, I was getting under her skin. Her patience reached the breaking point and she decided that she’d had enough of my insolence. With the deft touch of a surgeon, duh, she removed the remainder of my uniform. She pushed me back onto the exam table with unexpected force.
‘Romanski, you can be such an asshole sometimes,’ she chided as she removed her scrub bottoms and panties.
She crawled up on the gurney and positioned her wet pussy over my raging hard on.
‘What, no foreplay?’ I teased.
‘Stop messing around Joe, I need this and I need it right now,’ she begged.
Hey, doctor’s orders and all that good stuff, I wasn’t about to argue so I gave the good Doctor what she wanted. I pushed my cock steadily into her tight little slit.
‘Oh God yes,’ she cried.
The look of ecstasy on her face told me when I was hitting her sweet spot. I increased the pace and her jaw was now hanging open about to show me her ‘O’ face. It was fast furious sex, the no frills kind. Doctor Moss, Nancy, was screaming into my shoulder. Her muffled cries only served to urge me on as I pumped into her for all I was worth.
With her needs fulfilled, she remained in the saddle. Her fingers combed through my chest hair as she asked, ‘Why Joe, why haven’t we ever… shit, we haven’t ever even been on a real date, you know.’
‘You want the smooth version or the truth?’
‘How about the truth for a change, that might be interesting.’
‘Okay, but you ask
ed for it,’ I warned, ‘How long have we known each other, five, maybe six years?’ she nodded, ‘And in all that time can you honestly tell me that you ever wanted any part of me above my waste?’
‘Well yeah, but…’
‘Come on Nance, the truth,’ I coaxed.
‘I see where you’re going but… Joe, isn’t there more to us than this?’
‘How long do you think it would be until one of our jobs came first? Could you honestly tell me that it wouldn’t happen? I do care for you Nan, I care too much to let something stupid like a wedding ring turn into resentment or hate,’ I explained.
‘What makes you think we couldn’t make it work?’ she asked.
‘It would be too one sided Baby, would you be willing to give up your career for me?’
‘Joe, that isn’t even a fair question, you know how much I love what I do.’
‘Yeah I do, and that’s exactly my point. When you commit your life to someone, you have to be willing to die for that person. Could you do it?’
‘Goddamn Romanski, when did you get so freaking introspective? I guess I should have gone with the smooth version.’
A few minutes later, I walked out with a band-aid across my knuckles and four stitches in my shoulder where Nancy had sunk her teeth. I really did have strong feelings for Nancy but I was smart enough not to chase something that I had no chance of catching. She loved what she did and I had no right to ask her for any more than she was willing to give.
I drove the squad back to the station and filed my report. In the report I described step by step the details of the day’s events up to and including my hospital visit. I omitted the details of my extensive medical examination with Nance. I simple wrote that I was treated for a minor abrasion and released for duty.
At roll call the next morning, I expected to pick up a temporary partner as Bill would be on medical leave for the next two weeks. What I got was a trip to Lieutenant Exley’s office.
Was I being sent to the principal’s office? The answer was yes, my sergeant and I were ordered to report right after roll call. Exley reprimanded me for my so called heavy handed actions of the previous day. He went on to suspend me from duty for two weeks pending further investigation of the entire incident. I was incensed and outraged at his asinine assumption that I had acted beyond prudent and necessary force. The limp wristed little prick had no fucking idea how much I had restrained myself, I would have clearly been justified using deadly force on the guy with the knife.
Sergeant McCormack just watched as the prick even suggested that in the future I should consider contacting my superiors before acting as judge and jury. I felt the blood rising in my face as he continued to question my worth to the department. Biting my tongue, I stood and took it, I took it right up until he ordered me to attend anger management classes during my suspension.
‘I’d like to ask if I may Sir,’ I started out politely, ‘Are you serious or am I on candid camera?’ I was on a roll and had no intentions of stopping, ‘Did you think this up on your own or is the whole fucking department insane?’
‘Romanski, you’d better watch your mouth, you’re treading on thin ice,’ he said.
‘Why don’t you suck my dick, Sir,’ I asked politely.
The corners of Sarge’s mouth quivered as he tried not to laugh out loud. Exley was on his feet now and I could hear the gears grinding in his head trying to come up with something to say.
I continued, ‘Sir, I’d like to suggest a new policy whereas it requires a lieutenant to follow officers to the restroom to make sure we don’t fuck that up too. Maybe it would be a good idea for the lieutenants to wipe our asses for us.’
Exley was right in front of me now, his face gave him away. He looked like a man about to have a stroke, or at the very least a mild heart attack.
‘You… You…’
SMACK! The prick bitch slapped me. I considered squashing him like a bug but realized that he’d stuck an officer in front of a witness. His ass was just served up to me on a silver platter.
I turned and left his office to write a report of the incident. I handed the paperwork to McCormack, which he gladly signed and forwarded to the Captain for his review. I changed into my civies and drove to Bill’s to see if he needed anything.
Actually I used that as an excuse to talk. I picked up some sandwiches and a twelve pack of cold beer on the way. Bill would’ve looked like a raccoon if he could have opened his eyes, he was black and blue from ear to ear. We joked for a few minutes as he devoured one of the salami subs. He used the cold beer like an ice pack laying the bottle alongside his swollen nose.
‘Bro, I need to ask you something,’ I hemmed.
‘Shoot, ask me anything.’
‘I wanna know straight out Buddy, can you make it on the job without me?’ I asked.
‘What the hell’s going on Joe, are you gonna quit?’
‘I’m really thinkin’ about it ya know, all the bullshit and the way nobody gives a shit anymore. I’m getting’ old too and maybe it’s time to get serious about life before some Vato shoots my balls off.’
‘Man, I never saw this comin’, when?’
‘A month maybe two,’ I answered.
‘It just won’t be the same without your big ugly face around.’
‘Shit Bill, I wasn’t going to say this but maybe it’s time for you to think about it too.’
‘What… leave the force?’
‘Yeah, or at least think about going somewhere a little more laidback.’
‘What are you getting at partner?’
‘You’re a loose cannon bro, that shit at the bar yesterday would never have happened if you’d of waited five more seconds. What if that fucker had a piece in his hands instead of that cue? Think about what I’m saying.’
Bill was silent for a minute, I wondered if I’d crossed the line between truth and friendship. It’s sometimes harder to tell somebody you care about the truth than to take the fifth and remain silent. I didn’t want to hurt him but the facts don’t lie. The awkward moment was interrupted by one of Bill’s many girlfriends.
I’d said what I’d come to say. I wasn’t happy about it but then again, I’d finally gotten it off my chest. Yesterday wasn’t the first time that I’d had to bail his ass out of a bad situation. Don’t get me wrong, Bill was a good cop. He just needs some time to get over his Lone Ranger complex.
Alone that night it struck me that I had just laid a boat load of gospel on the two people I cared most about, Nancy and Bill. Was it cathartic, no, I didn’t feel better. I felt an inkling of betrayal as a matter of fact. My personal life and my career were both headed for some major changes. At the crossroads, there are many paths. The only one I was sure not to choose was the one I had been on for too long already.
The next morning after a chilidog and an alfalfa smoothie, I drove to the community college where the hostility abatement academy would be held. I would follow orders for the time being, when I left the department it would be on my terms. I’d stick things out long enough to be marked fit for duty.
There were about ten people in the class not counting me. It was glaringly apparent that I was the lone police officer in the room. Most of the others would be there to satisfy a court order stemming from domestic disputes. To me, I stuck out like a sore thumb. The others all looked like they were attending a PTA meeting, I on the other hand, wore my Ray Bans and an LAPD T shirt.
Our facilitator appeared to me like she was no more than a teenager. She kinda reminded me of Malibu Barbie, you know with the long bleached blonde hair and the deep dark Coppertone tan. The lack of curves and the almost nonexistent tits made me wonder if she was anatomically correct under her stylish business suit.
None of the parts fit together as a whole package. The hair and the face said bikini. The clothes screamed old spinster. But the l
egs, the legs confused the shit out of me. They were long, as long as I’d ever seen on a woman before. Shapely doesn’t do them justice and slender doesn’t quite work, maybe shapely slender. At least if the class bored me I’d have something to stare at to keep myself amused.
She started to speak and I paid attention long enough to find out she wasn’t underage, she was actually twenty four and had a psyche degree, ooh very impressive. For the next twenty minutes, Miss Davis talked but I didn’t hear very much. This was so pointless to me, I was there because I had to be. Hell, we were all probably there for the same reason, because somebody else thought we should be.
I was bored out of my scull and was wondering just how many times she could wrap those incredible legs around my waist. I pictured it as two maybe two and a half times. She glared at me a few times like she knew just exactly what I was thinking.
‘I want you all to participate in a very simple exercise, please take a deep breath and then count to ten with me,’ Miss Davis instructed, ‘ One… Two… Three…’
What a load of childish crap, a Feng shui class made more sense to me than this bullshit.
She continued, ‘Now I’d like you all to do the exercise again but this time think about what makes you angry.’
For Christ’s sake, I already knew what made me angry. If I stopped to count on the job, Bill and I could be dead for nine and three quarters of that ten seconds. I got up and walked toward the door.
‘Mister Romanski, where are you going, we’re not finished yet,’ called Miss Davis.
‘I’m takin’ a break,’ I called back, ‘Anger management pisses me off.’
I could hear the rapid clatter of her heels on the tile floor as she followed me out the door.
‘ROMANSKI,’ she shouted.
I turned to face her, she had her hands on her hips and looked disgusted with me, ‘Yes, Miss Davis,’ I replied calmly.
‘This is precisely why you are in this workshop, your anger just got the best of you didn’t it,’ she scolded.
‘Unh… No ma’am, I don’t think so. I’d say what happened was that… Well, unh, I realized that I’d already graduated kindergarten thirty somethin’ years ago,’ I said moving closer to her.
‘Goddamned pig headed…’ she seethed.
‘Whoa baby, you’re assuming an awful lot about me that isn’t there and it looks to a trained eye like you have some issues of your own.’
‘Maybe I do but it’s frustrating when men don’t take what I do seriously. I’ve worked hard to get where I am and I don’t like being ignored,’ she sighed.
‘Fair enough Miss… oh screw that, what’s your first name?’
‘Jamie,’ she replied defensively.
‘Okay Jamie, we both have issues. I’m willing to bend and meet you half way. If you’ll agree to sit down with me and have coffee and talk, I’ll come back to class and play nice with the other boys and girls,’ I offered.
‘I don’t date student or patients,’ she said crossing her arms.
‘Who said anything about a date, you’re assuming again. I said coffee and talk, there was no mention or implication of anything more.’
‘I… I don’t think it would be a good idea to mix-‘
‘Hey, your choice, I’m not twisting your arm but know this, I will not sit through any more of this bullshit until we both understand each other.’
‘Why should I care, it doesn’t matter to me if you quit.’
‘I think it does or you wouldn’t have followed me here.’
‘Alright, we’ll talk after class.’
‘I’ll be waiting right here.’
‘But aren’t you coming back in? You said-‘
‘I said I would be back after we understood each other.’
Well she wasn’t happy as she strode away. While waiting, it gave me some time to sit and think about where my life was headed. To me, it was a foregone conclusion that my days in uniform were numbered. It wasn’t just the latest thing with Exley, it was more like a plate of flapjacks, layer after layer. A lot of the problem was the city, I mean, LA was exciting for me at first but now I just look at it as an ocean of despair. I rarely get to see the gentle side of life. I didn’t think about my problems long though, I wondered if Jamie could maybe get her legs around me three times if I held my breath.
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ABDUCTION BLUES. by Cassandra Anaconda Morrison This is what happened: It was late one cold and comfortless night when I first noticed the bright light in the Western Sky. It was hovering at about tree level and?for the life of me?I couldn't quite figure out what it was. It didn't seem to be an airplane?at least?not an airplane such as I had ever seen before. So I just stood there shivering on the porch and staring at it. Finally I could stand it no longer. "I'll just...
HumorSend any comments or suggestions to [email protected] Detective's Blues: Chapter One By Joeshmoe547 Has it been a year already? It seems like only yesterday that I was Bill Richmond, a well-known private investigator in the Washington DC area. My customers where politicians, blue bloods and the well heeled. Today, I'm... well, let me start from the beginning. I was born in the sprawling suburbs of Northern Virginia across the river from the US capitol. My parents were...
For me, this was the first day of school. I pulled up just as Mike did. I thought about sitting in my car until he went in, but decided I might as well tackle this now. He didn’t see me until I was right next to him. “Oh, shit!” he said as he jumped when he saw me. “Relax.” We walked in without saying a word to each other. Mike kept glancing at me, as did half the people who hung around the front of the school. I think we disappointed them when we didn’t throw down right there. Pam saw us...
Ruth and I usually watch TV for an hour or so in the evening. We were sitting on our couch in front of the TV while Blue, our two-year-old Bull Terrier, lounged on the sofa with us. Bored by the TV, he went to the door and looked back at me. I went to the sliding glass door, pulled it open, and let him out. A few minutes later, he was back at the door wanting in. I got up again and opened the door for him. Blue was almost pure white with a big black patch around his left eye. He seemed...
Wednesdays were always boring for Holly, and this one was worse than most. Her usual trade didn’t hit the streets until the end of the week when they got paid, or until the welfare checks came. This wasn’t the week for the welfare checks. It was cold, and there was a light mist falling that promised to turn into snow very soon. She could move up a few blocks to the ritzy section of town, but the cops paid more attention there, and Daddy Blue didn’t like having to pay off the uptown cops. They...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: September 6, 2010) Chapter 6 - Hospital Blues The constant hum of machinery and the intermittent beeping were the first things that I became aware of. The smell of antiseptic was next. I opened my eyes a moment later. A...
Bob had the blues so bad he figured if he was able to look in the mirror he'd look like Grover, Harry, or Cookie -- the fuzzy and blue monsters from Sesame Street, which he was currently watching because the remote had stopped working and he couldn't get out of bed to change the channel. He knew the batteries in the remote were okay; he'd just put them in last week or maybe it had been the week before. With the day he had had yesterday, it was kind of hard to remember things. He was...
‘Oh my god!’ I cried as I came home from a date to find my husband had packed his clothes and left the baby untended. The baby was choking on a bead and rolling around on the floor. I called the ambulance, just in time. I was in shock. All because I wanted a little fun out of life, my child almost lost his! It all began the day Jeffy was born. I was terribly unhappy. There I was, only 19 years old, saddled with a husband who drank so much that he couldn’t satisfy me, and now with a baby too!...
Hi! So Helplessness Blues is my first attempt to write anything like this. I actually am working on a much longer story, but I sort of dreamed this up in the last few days. Admittedly, it’s a bit fluffy with fairly one-dimensional characters. The story actually did start as a rather unpleasant dream I had recently, although I think it ended well. I don’t remember which parts were from the dream and which I made up except that the dildo was definitely not from the dream and the twins were....
I lived in a third-floor apartment. Tashita lived under me, in the second-floor apartment. How we met was pure happenstance, as was what transpired after we met.It was a warm spring afternoon and I decided to play hooky from work, to stay home and just chill. I had the stereo cranked up and admittedly, was jamming, having a good afternoon. I didn’t think anyone would care because surely, most folks would be at work.The banging on my door startled me. I quickly turned down the music and cracked...
InterracialAs dawn broke I got out of my car in the car park, thinking of nothing in particular. As I walked to the underground elevator, I quickly look back at my joy and lock the doors with the familiar beep and flash of lights. Pulled my over coat closed as a breeze of bisque morning coolness blew through the car park. Arriving at the elevator, the quiet air of silence that only early morning offers. Still waiting...finally the audible bell as the doors open, still moving in a robotic manner as every...
SRU: Election Blues By Radioactive Loner The rain was whapping itself in big, fat droplets against the windowpanes of the town's mall as an individual slowly walked through the corridors, that person's eyes darting left and right, in search of an old-fashioned store with a name few would take seriously ... "Spells R Us." Of course, what approached that homey storefront was a former customer, who knew that the shop's potions, curios, and knick-knacks were all too serious. As...
Authors note: This story was inspired by Femur's Lovingly Modified Romance Comic covers, specifically af054.jpg. I wrote it when femur asked me for a story. This was the one I originally intended to start with but, for various reasons, I ended up writing other stories first. ALTERED FATES: G.I.BLUES By BobH. (c) 2003 For John Geddes this five day furlough could not have come soon enough. Six days from now he and his unit would be shipping out to become part of a...
Lipstick Blues by Peggy Sue It all started at the Jewish Community Center. There was a pageant and I was Moses receiving the 10 Commandments. There were lots of 12 and 13- year olds in the pageant and we were assembled beforehand when suddenly there appeared a young man and women in our midst who were putting lipstick on everyone and rubbing a little of it on our cheeks. My heart filled with terror and I didn't know why. I saw that people had lined up in front of the man and the...
It was so easy. I was thinking about our relationship now. My husband (at the time) and I were participating in a special archeological study of a tribe which had no previous contact with modern man. We are both in our early 30s. I am rather tall at 5' 10" 140 lbs. with long blond hair and (if I do say so myself) a killer body!) Stan, my husband, was a shrimp at 5' 6", 120 lbs. with a physic of a child. He had longish brown hair with somewhat gentle features. A real Nerd! ...
Smoking Blues by Brenda @2019 "Hey Bren," called my assistant Sarah. The home office called while you were out smoking. You Better call Mr. C back. He didn't sound happy!" "Okay, thanks dear. I will call him back straight away," I replied as I headed to my office. As I was opening my door Sarah continued. "You know, you really have been taking a lot of smoke breaks lately. We are all concerned about your health. You are the first boss we have had here that knows how to treat people...
I, satyam and suri are like minded batch mates at engineering college… despite busy with well paid jobs we maintained constant contact…continued to do so even after getting married … to implement our student day pact…met periodically to review progress …decided that nothing can be done till each of us became parents of two kids…and waited…a year later, i am blessed with twins …satyam and suri had a kid each … ‘…fellows…i am more ready than you…‘i often teased them…two years passed by… a week...
Even Cowgyrls Get the Blues! Gay interr trans morph TJ Ryder http://www.sissytrain.com/date year 2054Place New South African republic of Obeah.*****************************************************************pic 1 The lightning and heavy rain lit up the grim brickbuilding of the orphanange, its placque the only bitof ornamentation on its street-facing side exceptfor long, high narrow windows Ojobango Banto...
Chapter 1. Lifes a Beach(Even Ponygirls Sometimes Get the Blues, Aurelius c. 2002)It was a fine evening for a walk along the beach. On Rabbit Island every evening was a fine evening for a walk alongthe beach! The scenery, the tropical climate and the idyllic locationmade it so.Kate and Jessica ambled bare-foot across the soft wet sand at thewaters edge, both captivated by the radiance of the pumpkin redsun sinking rapidly on the maritime horizon. They marvelled how muchquicker the...
Boot Camp Blues By Deputy Duffy In northern Vermont there's an old school building that was used once asthe State Police Training Facility. Some vandals had trashed the place recently,and Deputy Johns and I were sent up there to play janitor. And I certainlywasn't happy about it. But then, in the debris of some vandalized wooden lockers,I found these papers -- letters from a girl to her sister. It was kind of strange at first to read them, but it was also kind of titillating,too. It took some...
Miniskirt blues: Something inside Sarah must have snapped. She no longer wore a slip or a neglig?e to bed. She now wore one of those tee shirt style pyjamas and something like boxer shorts. Increasingly she was becoming disinterested in sex with me and I was finding it hard to maintain an erection. Sarah would still cook and wash up but she was starting some sort of internet fitness business which was taking up increasing amounts of her time. Sarah would also do the shopping. S...
Work bluesPart 1 – staff training Another Melody Mitchell story‘I'm sorry" Melody got in first "but Tracy's only twenty-one and she needs the extra coaching if she's going to be able to cover for me next month when we go away to Italy. The only chance I have is if she comes here on Saturdays and we go through the work in the evening. She’s as bright as a button so she should catch on quite quickly if we can get down to it one on one"Melody knew that Steve disliked her bringing work home, but...
Chapter 23: Birthday Bliss or Blues Repercussions from the swim debacle followed, the school principal wasn’t happy that I had been pulled out from detention by Bill. But after a meeting where my Mom came in to discuss what happened, he understood what had happened, the coach was meant to be at the meeting also, but had abstained, saying he had more important things to do than deal with a whining student. He had given the principal his reasons for his decision in a previous conversation...
DarkFyre Chapter Seventeen The bear pelt was heavy and warm. Strange, to think that the pelt and meat were keeping them alive and comfortable after the bear had nearly killed him. There was a sort of grim irony in that, he supposed, but it was lost in the relief of being alive, the exhaustion of his ordeal, and the wonder of the woman in his arms. Rael stared down at Silmaria. She slept for now, a deep, peaceful sleep with her face pressed to his solid chest, one small hand resting on his...
The fight in Silithus was going badly for us. Two more mobs (monsters) had spawned while we were already fighting another two. DarkKitten was in ‘cat’ form (she was a Druid and could morph into different forms). Cat form was the best for dealing damage, and she was lashing out at the two mobs effectively, bringing their health bars down quite quickly. But the extra two mobs were a worry. I was MoonFlower, a priest (or priestess, if you like). My main role was as a healer, and to a somewhat...
“Is my Beast resting, dreaming of dark desires for his prey? Are your dreams: taunting, teasing, mocking you?” Anna walks through the darkness, barefoot on soft earth. “I whisper your name ‘Allan’, from a distance. The faint smell of Anna’s heat drifts through the air. The scent stirs and hunger, that can’t be sated. “you feel me. My breath on your skin. You can’t find me. You know I’m here. You’re searching. Your body is cold, it aches” Alone in the darkness stands Allan the Beast....
a slave I still feel like a queen. I sense your eyes on my naked breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous chocolate body, over my flat stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex; and further on to my softly sculpted things and long legs. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking...
Silmaria’s heart beat violently, thudding unpleasantly in her breast. As the men stepped into their small camp she swallowed and fought to ignore the rising tide of panic threatening to drown her entirely. There were half a dozen of them, all armed and stepping with the confident, easy swagger of men who were comfortably acquainted with a great many kinds of violence. Dark eyes roved over her. She saw a flare of desire here, a glint of lewd interest there. Mostly, they looked curious, and...
Her eyes slowly opened, brilliant green wide eyes the color of emeralds or the green, green grass that grew in the gardens during the all too brief months of spring and summer. They were slitted. Like a cats, people would always say. Even after all this time, she couldn’t help roll her eyes when someone said that. It was so… cliché. Obvious. Obvious or not, it was still pretty accurate. Like a cats, Silmaria’s eyes were slitted, sure. They also saw incredibly well in the dark. The room was...
The mild weather snuck away in the night, setting the stage for their departure, to be a much more bitterly cold and uncomfortable affair. After sundown the temperature dropped until snow fell in a scintillating curtain of white, crystal-soft flakes. They danced along the wind, dazzling and fleeting in the moonlight as they did somersaults and dizzying spiral dives before collecting in a graceless mass grave all along the docks, their frantic, joyful celebration of cold and movement and life...
Silmaria was on her hands and knees in the drawing room on the west side of the Manor, scrubbing at the wooden floor with a soapy rag. She was not particularly in the best of moods, some idiot had tracked dirt into the room, which was made all the worse by the fact that no one ought to really have been in here in the first place. Of course, given how downhill the upkeep of IronWing Manor was these days, it wasn’t even noticed or addressed until several days later, when she got to be the lucky...
Master Edwin IronWing’s study smelled of oak and wood polish, and leather and old vellum. It was a spacious, open room. A huge window took up the north-facing wall, staring out over the planting fields to the north. In the distance the DrakeSpine Mountains set a breathtaking backdrop, with the crags stretching higher and higher, huge and ancient and enduring. Sitting at the foot of the window was a large lacquered desk of solid oak. The surface was cleaned and lovingly polished until it...