It had been so long since I had seen you.
I had convinced myself I had moved on; gotten past the addiction that was you.
At first, I had lain awake, night after night, a hot ache between my legs, longing for you to be there, to feel your touch, to feel you possess me; but over time, the feelings faded to memories and I took a new lover, someone less exciting, but also less demanding. I convinced myself I was fine, I didn’t need your particular brand of fun. How wrong I was.
She opened the door
The cabbie looked at me knowingly as I handed over his fare. I just smirked in return. He knew what a girl dressed like I was , what I was after and so did I. I was dressed like a dirty, fucking slut for good reason — I was a dirty, fucking slut.
I had come to this shattering realisation in the twelve months since my eighteenth birthday party (sucking off four different guys as a present to yourself can bring that realisation you know) and ever since I had realised how badly I craved
My name is Jack and I live in a small town called Petersville.
Petersville oozes respectability on the surface, mostly white in its population make-up and all very much middle class and well to do but if the truth be known it is a little town with a lot of dirty secrets, and even more dirty linen that is kept hidden from the outside world and its prying eyes.
As the town’s Doctor’s son I am privy to a lot of these unspoken secrets, when I hit my late teens I started to help my
When Tiffany woke up the first thing she noticed was the light. Directly overhead was a large circle pierced with holes, and through each opening a thin shaft of sunlight fell diagonally through the clouds. It was very warm and her body was relaxed, rested—she felt good. There was a wonderfully evocative smell in the air. At first she couldn’t imagine where she might be and then the memories came flooding back.
Oh, shit. She had smoked some wicked hash and been eaten and finger fucked
God, how did she ever end up in this dump!
She had hitched a traveler from the planet Armides hoping to make the Warness Cluster, but due to slight miscalculation on her part, she had ended up here in some godforsaken mining asteroid at the arse end of nowhere, with a month to kill before she could get off planet. She was low on credits, but if she was careful she had just enough to see her through. Though she might be forced to get a job, heaven forbid!
Trailing her gravbag behind her, she
“You’re doing it wrong.” Jake shook his head at me with a grin. He found it actually entertaining that I was struggling! That wasn’t funny.
“Fine then, I give up. YOU do it.” I handed the guitar over to him. Jake must have thought he was god’s gift. He held the guitar with raised eyebrows.
“What?” I snapped.
“Jessica,” Jake sang, teasingly, “I think you’re getting a little frustrated.”
I stood up and walked
I couldn’t remember a time that the wrecker business had been this slow. The whole week that I was on call I had been able to sleep all night long, each night. This was very unusual since we are on the rotation list’s in our area for emergency call out. The day time operation hadn’t been much better and that was even more unusual.
I kind of figured that this Saturday night was going to be a little more active, but I had no idea it was going to be this active!
The phone rang at
Erin sighed as sunlight spilled over her face. Winter always seemed to last too long. Autumn was her favorite season but nothing compared to the first warm rays of spring. The thump of the front door roused her from her languorous state.
“Hey mom, I’m home,” called Jacob’s familiar voice.
“I’m in the kitchen.”
Jacob’s youthful face rounded the dining room wall.
“Hun, why are you late?” Erin asked.
“That’s my fault Ms.
“Hi ya Bro,” Philips sister Lauren shouted as she opened the front door to their house. Philip smiled on hearing her words.
“Hi back,” he said. She hung her black cardigan by the door and dropped her bag on the floor underneath it.
“Mom and Dad not home?” She asked to which he nodded.
“Both working late, again.” He told her. She nodded used to coming home and finding her parents still at work. “Won’t be back till about nine.” He
Life was good for a marauder.
Here they sat — circled around a bonfire, roaring and laughing, a successful week of raiding and plundering behind them — now with beautiful, buxom wenches riding their cocks.
It had taken quite some effort for these great warriors to arrive at this place with such bounty.
The plentiful food and drink that filled their bellies, the gold and silver and precious jewels that overflowed their sacks, had all come at great price. Villages had been invaded,
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