Little Dickie and the One eyed Monster

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My wife Sally and I moved into a bungalow in a nice neighborhood.  She looked out the window and said, “The guy next door looks a bit creepy.”I said, “I should go meet him.”He was on the front porch of his own bungalow, not a very big guy about thirty five with a shaved head and black-rimmed eyeglasses.  It was a warm day and he was in shorts and a tight tank-top.  His name was Victor.  We shook hands and he invited me inside.It was in his living room that I first noticed his dramatic body.  He was lean and hard  with dramatic ropes of veined muscles.  I felt my cock stir. He seemed to have a habit of standing too close to people.  I suddenly realized that my hand was on his upper arm.  I don’t know how it got there.  My fingers encircled his bicep.  It felt like a chunk of wood.  When I squeezed I felt the raw, tight power of the man.  I was afraid of him suddenly.  I made a mental note to never cross him.  I was taller and I outweighed him.  But I’m not much of a physical specimen–I knew this guy could crush me easily.  My erection was raging now, my heart was pounding.  Ever so slightly, I began to tremble.When He rested the palm of his hand on top of my head, I knew It was a command.  Just like that, I obeyed..  When my knees hit the floor I was looking at a huge, angry, one eyed monster.He said, “Take your time.  I’m in no hurry.  Just kiss it for a while, you know, as a Ankara escort sign of respect.”  I was down there kissing forever– the monster cock, his balls, his hole.  Then he had me using my tongue.  I lollipopped him for a long time.  Allow me to say that this wasn’t my first blow job.  Back in high school I lusted after certain boys– boys who, like Victor, had eye-popping shoulders and arms.  Occasionally a boy would allow me to service him.  Of course, I’d never seen a hunk of anatomy like this!Finally he pushed it into my mouth and said, “Be a good girl and watch the teeth.”It was inside my mouth for a very long time while I sucked and swirled my tongue.  With my fingers I feathered his balls and tickled his hole.  When he said he was in no hurry he wasn’t kidding.  I realized that Victor had complete control over his orgasm.  I also realized that the cock in my mouth was a lady killer.  Without a doubt he made them all cum with ease.  I knew it.  I felt it.  I was suddenly jealous and humiliated by my own inadequacy in that department.The head of his cock was fat and purple.  It filled my mouth.  I felt it swell inside me.  I gazed up at him.   He had removed his glasses and was wearing a smug smirk, a look of triumph, of victory.  I wondered how he had pulled this off.  He hadn’t seduced me.  Apparently I had seduced myself.  He merely Ankara escort bayan presented himself to me and I got  hard fondling the brick in his arm.He was still in my mouth when he said,  “I saw your wife– not bad at all.”I went, “mmmm.””Does she cum when you fuck her?”I shook my head.”I didn’t think so,” he said. “She looks unhappy.””Mmmm.””No worries,”, he said, “when I fuck her she’ll go off like fireworks.” “Mmmm.””Would you like to watch?”I nodded my head and he said, “Teeth.”He was really working me over now, giving me a good pounding.  He grabbed a fistfull of my hair and drove that cock into me repeatedly like a hot, thick piston.  I was a mere vessel, his receptacle.Eventually he took pity on me and allowed himself to cum into my mouth and all over my face.  I left without a word, wiping my face with my tee-shirt.  The back of my throat hurt, my lips  were numb.  My entire face ached.  But the real damage wasn’t physical.  I had been thoroughly skull-fucked.  I felt small, empty.  Victor and his monster had undone me.  I knew that I was broken, not for the day, but for good.   I hurried home, an insect with an desperate erection.Sally was at the kitchen counter when I pressed my hardness against her butt.  It was a mistake.  I should merely have gone into the bathroom and jerked off.  “My God,” she said, “what’s gotten into Escort Ankara you?  What were you doing next door, looking at porn?”We were soon naked on the bed.  I gazed with shame at my meager erection.  Thinking of Victor’s nine inch rolling pin, a wave of humiliation swept over me.  Sally was once kind enough to tell me I had six inches when we both knew it was a lot less than five, and very thin.  After all, it was she who had measured me.  “It grows inside me, I can feel it,” she had said.  So you’re really six inches, and I’m told that’s average”She told me that back in the early days, before she realized how terrible I was in the sack.  What wasn’t average about my dick was its shape.  It did not thicken at the tip like Victor’s with it’s enormous knob, like the cocks of my high school buddies back in the day.  The head of my dick was a little eraser on the end of a pencil stub.  I was frantic when she threw her legs over my shoulders.  Little Dickie was dripping.  I was already close to ejaculating.  She said, “Come on Big Boy, ravish me.”Big Boy.  Ravish.  She enjoyed running me down these days.   She’d been doing it for a while now.  It was second nature to her.  I think she thought about it while masturbating.  She took hold my cock and said “What’s that guy’s name anyway?” I said, “Victor,” and came on the bed.  When I rolled over on my back she said, “You’re such a little girl.”I did not know it at the time but it was the last time she would touch my cock, ever.  I did know one thing, however:  she and Victor would make a marvelous couple.As we lay there on the bed she said, “Listen girl, you’re famous for your quick little fucks but this takes the cake.”

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This story was posted on another site years ago by me. I only recently stumbled onto Lush and I wanted to share it with you all. **********As I stripped down to my boxers for bed, I cant help but think of my day. Why in the world had my ex-girlfriend been staring at me so strangely in class today? And why had she looked so content, as if released of a great burden? Dismissing these thoughts from my head I slip into bed and drift off to sleep, hugging my pillow tightly.A noise at the foot of my bed brought me awake; at least I thought Ankara bayan escort I was awake. That is until I saw Steph standing at the foot of my bed naked and pale in the moonlight. Her body looked just as I remembered it did, both from lovemaking sessions we had and my dream the night before. It was firm and smooth, with just the right padding in all the right places. Her breasts just right to cup, her nipples swollen and extended in the chill air.She slipped into bed beside me, her fingers on her Escort bayan Ankara left hand burrowing into the hair on my chest. Tracing my nipple with her fingertips. Her right hand caressing my shaved head, then resting lightly on the back of my neck and pulling me close.I let my hands roam over her soft ivory skin. It is cool beneath my touch. I rake my fingers through her long dyed red hair as I lean forward to kiss her, out tongue dancing inside each others mouths in a kiss that seems to last Bayan escort Ankara forever.Breaking the kiss she leans down and I once again feel her hot breath on my neck, her biting hard into it. I feel her fangs push deep into my shoulder, and I stiffen in the painful pleasure of her milking the blood from my neck.With one last lick she starts to kiss down my body, her skin now as hot as coals. Kneeling between my legs and stroking my hard dick she smiles at me, as if to say “I got mine, now for yours.” before slowly lowering her head and taking my head between her soft lips and into her hot moist mouth. With slow strokes she moves her head up and down over my shaft, her tongue swirling around it inside her mouth. My mind starts to reel and I quickly push her off as I feel myself about to come. She looks up at me, as if to ask what is wrong.

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An Invitation She stepped down from the carriage; the time was getting closer to midnight by the second. The invite she held in her hand was written in crimson ink.” Who was it from?” she wondered as she continued reading.”Join me at midnight for this a special night, tonight the masquerade ball. Meet me on the steps outside Westmall Hall. A carriage will be waiting.” She was early with no one in sight, the building was dark and silent. “Was it a joke?” she pondered as she waited for the phantom Ankara escort writer. ‘Boom’ a local clock started chiming midnight. The sound made her jump out of her skin but she felt warmth on her neck. She turned and there stood a handsome man dressed in a black suit. Over his left shoulder was draped a black cloak; he removed it and draped it over the young woman. “You’re cold; let me help you.” He walked her into the house, an amazing light flashed, and there was Ankara escort bayan warmth, music and people all dressed in long dresses and smart suits. “Where did they come from?” she asked. He turned and replied “They was always there didn’t you hear them?” It became hazy; she knew that she couldn’t hear them before, but now she thought she could. He pulled her to the dance floor and took her into his arms. Straight away she felt at ease like she had known Escort Ankara him forever, but they had only just met. The other dancers cleared the floor and allowed them to dance alone to some slow music. He whispered into her ear as they danced “Do you want to belong to me?” Her heart was telling her something was wrong but her mind said different. She had always been the bridesmaid and never the bride and now she felt like the one in the spotlight, she felt like the bride. She nodded and they continued dancing this time getting quicker and quicker. She felt as though she had left her feet her eyes closed, she still felt as though she was dancing she opened them again and saw that they were floating up the grand staircase in the hall, the music still as loud as it was in the ball room.

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She stood up in the craft, the surface beneath her soft, cushioned and apparently organic. She took two, three steps. That was as far as she got before whip-like tentacles shot from the surface beneath her and ensnared her wrists and ankles. She was yanked onto her back and her limbs bound to the floor spread eagle. She struggled only momentarily, immediately realizing that any attempt to free herself would be a waste of precious energy, and she knew she was going to need all her energy for what was about to come. After mere minutes, the first creature entered the vast chamber in which she was bound. It was hideous. She hadn’t been expecting that. When she agreed to come here, the agent that had been assigned to her case had told her that she would experience an awakening. Was this what he’d meant? Moving on four limbs in a primate like position, it was mottled orange, brown and black. Scaled, but smooth Ankara bayan escort like a jungle serpent, it had no eyes, only a gaping hole in it’s face that she supposed was a mouth. It had two sliver like slits above it’s mouth that it used to scent her like a hunting hound. It had a large phallic protrusion between its hind limbs that swung free and obscenely between her splayed legs. She was trembling uncontrollably. She knew what was in store for her and part of her was in denial while another part of her, a part she’d tried to silence for years, began to respond. It sniffed and huffed over her entire frame until it stopped with its face right above hers. It leaned into her until it’s face was all but touching hers. She was surprised to find that in spite of it’s repulsive appearance, the smell emanating from it was actually pleasant. Thank God for small favors, Escort bayan Ankara she supposed. She nodded her head, “Yes, touch me. Please.” With it’s face still just a few millimeters from hers, a long slick probe slid from the opening of its mouth and began to slide all over her face. The creature caressed her body without hurting her. Her tension and uncertainty about what she was allowing it to do ebbed. It’s appearance may have been unfortunate, but its scent was appealing, the pheromones getting under her guard, and she began relaxing even more, visually exploring it as it physically explored her. It gently slid its probe between her open lips and into her throat. Her eyes teared up at first and she initially gagged around the intrusion. But as it secreted sweet nectar into her mouth, her reflexes were soothed and she was able to accommodate the probing member Bayan escort Ankara with ease. She was stunned to find how much she was enjoying the encounter. Needs she’d been suppressing the whole of her life would no longer be denied. She was confronting her own sexuality. That was this creatures gift to her. Her body came alive with need. Her nipples hardened, her mound began to swell, and the moisture dripped from her tight hole. She wasn’t even aware that she had started to suckle the probe in her mouth. But suckle she did. Hungry for it now, her hips arched and her chest heaved with wanting. It pulled it’s probe from her hungry mouth and her tongue followed it, questing for more. “Please!” She begged. It made some kind of grunting noises, and soon there were five of these creatures in the room with her. Two were built identically to this one, but two were crudely identifiable as female with four mounds that could only be described as breast like in nature with long wicked nipples, and dripping slits between their hind limbs. She wondered idly what they may taste like. She was about to find out. Her first captor repositioned her so that she was on her hands and knees with her straddling one of the male newcomers.

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“Gods should be exempt from human passions.”-Euripides, “The Bacchae”***Eros arrived. He could already tell he had quite a mess on his hands. There were two of them, a man and a woman, both in love with the other, though neither knew it yet. Eros plucked the string on his bow over and over (an idle gesture that annoyed friends, but helped him concentrate) while the two humans slept and the red numbers of the clock glowed in the dark. Why did he always show up for the hard ones?The pair were having fitful dreams about each other. He pushed the woman’s hair back with the tip of a golden arrow. She wasn’t really pretty, but prettiness was overrated. What could her dreams tell him? “This one is…Mia,” he said. “Hebrew for ‘beloved.’ A graduate student. She’s married, but separated. Her husband moved to the East Coast last year. “They were going to divorce, but now they’re talking about reconciling. She loves him, but doesn’t think he’s really changed and she’s not sure what she wants. Five days ago, she met…”He turned to the man. “…Andrew. Greek, meaning ‘man.’ Some kind of artist, I think, but not very good. He’s been in love with a woman for two years and even bought an engagement ring, but then he lost his nerve. That was four months ago, and now he’s beginning to think they’re not right for each other. “His girlfriend is out of town this week, and a few days ago he went out to a party he’d normally have skipped, not admitting to himself he was hoping to meet a woman. He and Mia hit it off and spent the whole week together, but they didn’t so much as kiss until last night, even though they both knew it was inevitable they’d end up in bed sooner or later. Tomorrow morning they’ll have to deal with what they’ve done.”He straightened up, adjusted his wings, and whistled. “Well, these two are in some serious shit now. Why don’t you all come out and let’s talk about it?”A decision had to be made. It was Eros’ job to make sure that people ended up with the right lovers. But it wasn‘t his job alone; everyone who was interested had a say. Four others came. First was Nu Wa, the ancient Chinese goddess who sculpted the first men and women from clay and taught them to be lovers. She was a marriage goddess, and Eros had never gotten along with her. She called him a bad influence, which was an entirely fair characterization. Erzulie Fréda, a Voodoo spirit and notorious flirt, came next. She wore three weddings rings—one for each of her husbands—and in any love affair she invariably tried to steal the man for herself, although she was easily bored with such efforts. She pretended not to pay attention to Andrew as he slept, which meant she was enamored with him already. It was impossible to predict how this would affect her decision.Ishtar, ancient goddess of fertility and sex, came, taking the form of a beautiful woman with the talons and wings of a bird. She was the only god around whom even Eros felt downright insecure. She shared his tastes for the illicit and the outrageous, but she was dangerous for him too, because she made no secret that she wanted him for herself, and considered it a favor to be repaid every time she sided with him on anything. Just the sight of her gave Eros an erection that amounted to torture, but he never accepted her advances. Ishtar’s love was always fatal, even to other gods. Besides, she reminded him of his mother.Last was Hathor, Egyptian goddess of love and family, appearing as a woman with the head of a calf, a cobra coiled around her brow like a diadem. Eros didn‘t know her very well, but she seemed like a soft-touch, easily swayed by a good argument, but just as easily bullied by a bad one. She was big on family—she was somehow Ra’s mother, daughter, and wife all at the same time, which didn‘t make any damn sense to him—and tended to favor people settling down. This annoyed Eros, though she was such a bleeding heart he had trouble holding anything against her. The five love gods stood around the bed in the dark and untidy apartment while the two humans slept on, unaware that anything remarkable was about to happen. The gods would talk, and then they would vote on what was to be done, and Mia and Andrew would have to live with whatever the consequences were—not that they’d know the difference. Eros cleared his throat and plucked his bowstring again. “All right, here we all are. And here’s these two. What do we all think of them?”Nu Wa shifted her coils on the floor. She had the lower body of a beautiful snake and the upper body of a beautiful woman, which Eros found immensely appealing even if she was boring and bourgeois. “Should these mortals stay with the lovers they’ve had for years and nurture the affairs into marriages that will sustain them for the rest of their lives?” she said.“OR, should they walk away from tired affairs they never really cared about in favor of something invigorating and new with each other?” said Eros. He and Nu Wa glared at each other from opposite sides of the bed. No sense pretending to be civil: The battle lines were already drawn.“Your friend the Wine God had a hand in this,” Ishtar said, picking up an empty bottle from the dresser. “I still think about him whenever I see new grapes on the vine, too green to be plucked. Do you think he still thinks about me?” Her smile made Eros tense. He already knew she agreed with him, but she might pretend to side with Nu Wa to coerce him into something, and that would mean no end of trouble. But instead she said, “These two have already fucked, so what’s the point of debating it? They’re never going to forget about each other now. What’s done is done: You can’t put rain back in the sky.”“But if you wait long enough, it goes back on its own,” said Hathor. She looked at Nu Wa in a way that seemed deferential, and Eros knew he’d lost her before this even started. “They’ve still only known each other a little while. In time, this will seem a fleeting thing. But if they choose one another they’ll break two other hearts, and then their own. Broken hearts last longer than fleeting regrets.”“There are worse things to break than a heart,” Eros said. “If these two forget each other, they’ll regret it. But all right, you two think they should play it safe, and Ish and I think they shouldn’t. That means…”They realized Erzulie was the only one who hadn’t Ankara escort spoken, and each of them groaned. There was an unspoken rule never to let her get into the position of tiebreaker, or else she would milk it all night. She sat with Andrew’s head pillowed in her lap, stroking his hair and making cooing noises. “Have you ever seen anything like him? Such scrumptious dreams,” she said, sighing. “He’s sensitive: the heart of a poet. He’s going to feel so tragically guilty about all of this in the morning. Do you think either of his women are good enough for him, really?”Ishtar rolled her eyes. “Maybe we should be finding someone else for him,” Erzulie said. “Someone as beautiful and noble as he is. I’ll look after him in the meantime. I‘m sure that with a little of the right attention—”Ishtar jumped in. “If she’s going to do this all night then I’ll switch sides just to shut her up.” Erzulie’s eyes lit up and soon all of the gods were shouting (except for Hathor, who quietly pleaded for order). Eros pinched his brow. Sometimes he hated this job. Things had been so much easier in the old days. Stupid melting pot.Eventually, he and Nu Wa managed to get the meeting back in hand between the two of them, though in the meantime Erzulie had suggested three different curses she planned to lay on Ishtar the next time her back was turned, and Nu Wa had accused Eros of “wearing a green hat.“ (She obviously meant this as an insult, but evidently it lost something in the translation.) The argument had at least gotten Erzulie off the stage. She’d still be the tiebreaker, and it was still anyone’s guess which way she‘d jump, but at least she wouldn‘t go on all night. Nu Wa settled her coils on the floor again. “We’ve talked long enough. We all have other work to do. Are we at a decision?” “I sure am,” said Eros. “Me too,” said Ishtar, already bored. Hathor nodded. Erzulie pouted. In a minute they’d vote, and whichever way it went would change a handful of human lives forever. Eros looked at the couple, still fast asleep in each other‘s arms. Well kids, I’ll give it my best shot, he thought. Although to be honest, my best shot isn’t what it used to be.***Sunlight woke Andrew, and when he rolled over Charlotte threw an arm across his naked chest and curled up against his side. It was a good morning for sleeping in. A good morning for—Wait. That wasn’t Charlotte. Charlotte was still at that conference in Nevada. And this didn’t look like her place. Or his. That meant…“Oh shit.”Mia stirred but didn’t wake. That’s right, they’d stopped for a drink at that new wine bar downtown. They had such a good time they‘d gone in together on a bottle, and then she invited him back to help her drink it. And then…“Oh shit,” he said again. He looked at Mir again. In her sleep, she had hugged the covers around herself, like a puffy cocoon, but one round shoulder was still visible. Her complexion was so pale that her white skin seemed luminous. Last night, in the near-dark, she’d practically glowed. Now the morning sun painted her gold, and his cock stirred to attention for, but he shut that valve as tightly as he could. He was already in enough trouble.Andrew got up and found his pants. He discovered he’d turned his phone off at some point, which would look suspicious if Charlotte had tried to call him. He held his breath, expecting a barrage of late night texts and voicemails, but there was nothing. That was a relief, at least. But today was Wednesday, which meant Charlotte’s flight was due back this afternoon. (It also meant he’d slept through his first two classes, but that seemed such a petty problem that it barely counted.) How was he ever going to look her in the face? How was he even going to look at himself in the mirror? Wait a minute, the mirror…He ran to the mirror on the closet door, checking himself front and back. All clear: No bites, no scratches, no hickies. Thank God. Then he spotted Mia’s eyes peeping over the covers. She must have seen his routine. He expected her to laugh at him, but she didn’t. He crossed his arms over his naked chest. She flopped over on the bed. “Well,” she said. “It really happened.”“Yeah.”She got up and pressed herself against him. It was an odd feeling, sharing a shame only they two had. It made him feel even closer to her, which of course didn’t help anything one damn bit. “I actually don’t feel that guilty,” she said. “Is that awful?”“No. I mean, why should you feel bad? You didn’t cheat on anybody.”“Ian.”“You’re not really together. Doesn’t count.”“Hey! Who are you to tell me my infidelity doesn’t count?” She punched him in the arm. “I’ll feel bad if I want to.”“Except you don’t.”“But I could. Just as bad as you.”“Okay.” A pause. “She’s coming back today.”“I remember.”“So…”She shushed him. “I won’t get in the way. You won‘t hear from me.”“It’s not like that.”“Yes it is. And that’s fine. I knew what I was getting into.”“We can still be friends.” She gave him a look that said, in no uncertain terms, that he wasn’t fooling anyone, then kissed him on the cheek. After a second, she kissed him again, on the lips. A few seconds later they were still kissing and then, haltingly, stumbling back to the bed, slowed by the increasingly frantic touches of each other’s lips. They landed in a heap and curled around each other. She was still naked; he had only his pants on, which they lost in a hurry. The morning sun had heated the sheets to a crisp, inviting coziness. This is a terrible idea, Andrew thought. Last night was bad enough, but now we’re not even drunk. Charlotte’s plane touches down in five hours. I’m late for everything, and if we don’t stop now—Mia broke off. “Do you want to stop?”“God no.”“Me neither.”They dove back into each other. This is wrong, Andrew thought. This is really, really wrong. But I don’t care.Andrew pressed Mia’s wrists into the headboard while she squirmed, then buried his face against her neck, kissing and nibbling until she squealed to stop, stop, stop. He kissed her, then retreated, kissed her again and retreated again, making her strain after him until finally giving in and laying a long, slow kiss on her, with the tip of his tongue tickling hers. Even first thing in the morning she smelled and tasted clean and natural. Charlotte always smelled like one thing or another: Ankara escort bayan perfumes, soaps, incense. Mia smelled like Mia. Her skin was hot under his lips. She rolled him over and climbed on top, using the headboard for leverage to keep him down. He rolled her tiny breasts against his palms, the memory of doing the same thing last night bobbing to the surface. Harder, she’d told him then, so he did it harder now. He was afraid her pale skin would bruise, but she turned out to be more resilient than he’d have guessed. (Or maybe I’m just not that strong he thought, suddenly sheepish.) Her dark nipples stood out. She raked her nails down his chest but was juuust careful enough not to leave any telltale marks. Her ass ground in a circle on his lap while his erection throbbed. Life would be easier if we just let downstairs make all the decisions, he thought: no guilt, no regret, no hesitation.“Slowly, slowly, slowly,” she told him, although she was the one deciding how fast they went, lowering herself down on him a little bit a time. She was amazingly wet. The cool, cloying sensation made the tip of him tingle as they slid together. When she was all the way down she squeezed him between her legs, trying to keep him perfectly still while she moved, first around and around, then up and down, bouncing once or twice to get a feel for it. She was tighter and smoother than he was used to. She rode him with her eyes closed and mouth parted in an O, talking in such a low voice that it sounded like a hum without words. Andrew’s fingers bunched the sheets into knots. Behind her eyelids, Mia’s eyes rolled back. The air trapped between them caught fire. “From behind,” Mia said, turning and gripping the foot of the bed. Andrew rose (somewhat clumsily) to his knees, grabbing her ass and pushing against it, letting the length of him slide between her cheeks before going lower and pushing in again. She buried her face in the mattress. Andrew’s eyes and fingertips took in her curves and lines, trying to memorize every inch.This is it, he thought. There won’t ever be another time. I have to remember everything now. Even with that in mind he still couldn’t quite put everything he had into it. Guilt, and an irrational sense of being exposed, made him hold back. She responded by grinding into him harder. “More,” she said.He reached under, groping her breasts again. Perspiration glistened on her back, like diamonds against her skin. The rush of blood in his ears shut out every other sound (including, mercifully, his own thoughts). Mia was gushing wetter around him and the sensation triggered a surge at the base of his cock that swiftly ran up the length and then spilled over, onto and into her. The strangled elation of the moment grabbed hold of him and didn’t let go until both of them fell over, burying themselves in the bedding so that it muffled their cries. He reminded himself to breathe, as normal life and normal thinking swam back into focus. We really should not have done that, he thought. And then: But I’d do it again. Their fingers laced together. The pulse in her wrist was still going. He felt his heart break, but he stamped it down. None of that, he told himself. This is hard enough as it is. ***Eros was unhappy. This wasn’t like him. Disappointments, when they came, were always fleeting things, and then he was on to the next prospect. It wasn’t in his nature to dwell, but this latest bit of business came with a particular sting. It was Thursday night, and he fluttered around eavesdropping on Andrew with Charlotte, the woman who, thanks to Nu Wa, would soon be Andrew’s wife. (He still hadn’t given her the ring, but he would eventually.) They were having a romantic dinner for two at her place (sushi from Tekka) while she alternated between news about her business trip and assuring him how glad she was to be back with him. “I think we have a future in that market, I really do,” she said. “Uh huh,” said Andrew.“Tim still isn’t convinced, but you know how he is: scared of his own shadow half the time.”“Uh huh.”“But he’ll come around. Growth attracts growth, am I right?”Eros looked into her dreams. Charlotte: French for “woman.” Older than Andrew by four years. They met at the wedding of a mutual friend Andrew barely knew, seated together because he’d arrived without a date and her own had cancelled (appendicitis). At the reception, after too many drinks, she’d taken him to the gazebo for a little hot and heavy time, and from then on they were an item. She liked his photography aspirations (even though he wasn’t very good). A boyfriend who was some kind of artist made her feel more interesting. And he was low maintenance, there when she needed but easy to do without when she needed time to herself and her career (social media for commercial real estate companies). She was happy. Andrew was happy (or at least, happy enough). Everyone was happy, except for Eros. It made him miserable.“What about you?” Charlotte said, “what did you do while I was gone?”Andrew didn’t even flinch. “The usual stuff: class, work, shot a little. Mostly just hung out.” Inside, tiny barbs of guilt stabbed him over and over, but he ignored them.“Poor thing: You must have been lonely.” She fed him slices of sashimi with her fingers. She was a soft, curvy woman, someone who enjoyed soft and pampering things. Andrew could be one of those things: An accommodating accoutrement to make life better. It would be an easy love for them both. They’d never fight, rarely disagree, and always say flighty, pleasant things to each other. They’d stay as happy as they are now, Eros was sure. But they’d never be anything more.Andrew would go his whole life letting someone else take the lead for him. Charlotte would think about herself more and more, because no one would be around to challenge her. In a few years Andrew’s one and only infidelity would become a faded memory of a person he no longer recognized as himself, and that would be that.The two finished the sushi and started to get cozy. Eros left. On the other side of the city, Mia was alone at a table in the library, face lit by the white-gray wash of a computer. The screen was full of numbers and letters—chemistry, Eros thought, although he wasn’t sure. He studied chemistry of a different sort. Escort Ankara Now and then she’d click over to another window, where she exchanged messages with her husband, Ian, in short, tentative phrases that were laden with vulnerability. Ian: Gaelic for “gift.” They’d met as teenagers but became lovers later, mostly to satisfy their sense of curiosity about each other. The marriage had been an impulse, and fallen apart when she learned he was having affairs, which she took as permission to have some of her own. They soon blamed each other for their mutual unhappiness and parted.Ian hadn’t changed—in fact, half the reason he was trying to renew things with Mia was for an excuse to leave the woman in Boston he was sleeping with now. In a week or two, Eros was sure he’d propose coming back to California, Mia would accept, they’d make a big show of reconciliation and be happy for a few months, and then go right back to two-timing each other. But they wouldn’t bother separating again, instead just going back and forth between betrayals and reconciliations for years, and then for decades. In their way, they’d still love each other, and maybe even feel closer for all the hurt they caused, because they’d understand one another in a way no one else could. But they’d never learn anything. Mia would care less and less about herself and more and more about her work, using her oddball marriage as a crutch to pretend she wasn’t neglecting that part of her life. Ian would chase progressively younger women, and get into more and more trouble because nobody would respect him enough to intervene. Eventually Mia would forget about that one, shy guy she met years ago, who had briefly made her want real affection again but whom she’d never called because she didn’t want to hurt him with all her baggage…“Unless you call him now,” Eros whispered in her ear. “Right now. If you call, he’ll answer. He’s not brave enough to call on his own, but if you call first he’ll definitely pick up.”Mia’s hand drifted toward her phone, but stopped. Eros, arrow in hand, whispered in her other ear.“There’s no harm in a friendly call. Say you’re just checking up on him. Ask if he wants to have coffee on Friday. Tell him to tell Charlotte he’ll be home a little late because he’s meeting a friend, and that way he won’t feel like he’s keeping secrets from her. Come on, you want to do it. If you don’t call then you’ll just keep thinking about him…”Mia left the library, dialing the number before she was even fully out the door. The night fog had rolled in. She got an answer after two and a half rings. “It’s me,” she said. “Is it okay to talk now? Good. I just wanted to check on you. I was worried about, you know. Everything’s fine? Good, that’s good. How is…? Good. Look, I…”“’I have a little extra time after class tomorrow,’” Eros said in her ear.“I have a little extra time after class tomorrow. Do you want to get coffee? Just to talk. Charlotte? Well, tell her you’ll be late because you’re meeting a friend. That way it’s not sneaking around. Yeah, sounds good. Six o’clock? See you then.”She hung up. Eros slung his bow over his shoulder. He shouldn’t be doing this, of course. The assembled gods had rendered their judgment, and he lost. He should move on to other things. But Nu Wa and the others were all busy elsewhere, and not likely to notice him doubling back. Humans cheat all the time, Eros reasoned. Why should they get to have all the fun?***The café was one Andrew had never been to, a combination wine bar and coffee house, which didn‘t really make sense to him. Mia sat at the table nearest the door, the first thing he saw when he came in. When she stood up he had a dilemma: What was the proper greeting? Hug? Handshake? Vague wave? She settled it by giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He ordered a latte. He actually hated coffee, but felt like he should order something. Mia was drinking tea and he immediately wished he’d thought of that. At first neither of them knew what to say. She broke the ice with: “I’ve missed you. I know it’s only been two days. Is that weird?”“No. I mean, probably. But I missed you too.”“So we’re weird, then.”“Yes.”“How is…I already asked that, you said she’s fine. If you’re going to ask about Ian, he’s fine too.”“I wasn’t really going to ask.”“That’s okay, he’s not really fine.”Andrew held his drink with both hands, feeling the heat on his palms. “I’m glad you called,” he said. “But I’m not sure what we’re doing.”“Can we be friends? I know there’s a whole thing, but can we ignore that?”“I guess, yeah. I mean, don’t really have a lot of friends. I have a relationship, and that’s about it.”“I don’t even have that.”“Friends is not really what you want, is it?”“No, but I’ll take it. I don’t want to cause trouble. I was going to butt out of your life completely after this week, but…I don’t know. Something made me change my mind.”“I tried to get you off my mind but I couldn’t.”“Maybe it’s just not meant to be?”“Or not not meant to be. How do we decide?”“First we have to be less ambiguous.”“Ambiguity is our friend right now. If things got more definite, I’d have to leave.”At the next table, the server opened a wine bottle with a distinct POP. They both jumped a little.“Good point,” said Mia. “Forget specifics. In fact, forget that we’re even here. Or that we know each other? Who are you, strange man sitting at my table?”“I forget. Names are too specific anyway.Unseen, Eros sat the next table, fiddling with his bowstring. He couldn’t help but smile. Their little human idiosyncrasies were stupid, but he enjoyed them anyway. He was a sucker like that. Neither of them believed this “just friends” business for a second, but since when was it a crime to lie to yourself? He could just keep arranging innocent get togethers for the two of them, and sooner or later, of their own accord—“EROS!”He jumped. His bowstring snapped. “Shit,” he said. It took him a moment to recognize the woman shouting at him: Hathor. Today she looked like a normal woman, sans calf head. It was a good look for her, although he’d have preferred to see it without the expression of scandalized fury. She practically hauled him up by his ear.“So this is where you’ve been. Why are you meddling with these two?”“Meddling is my job.”“But you know the rules.”He shrugged out of her grip, sat down again, and began restringing his bow. “Hell with rules. Democracy is a pain in the ass. Who came up with that, anyway?”“The Greeks.”“Still a pain in the ass. Are you going to rat me out?” Hathor opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, then closed it again. Eros flexed his wings.

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Daniel rose from his chair with a groan, wondering how many more times he might be able to accomplish it without help. As he picked up his cane from the table in his wrinkled left hand, he could almost hear old man Johanson’s words echoing back to him from across the many long years.My time is almost up, Daniel. I can feel it in my bones. Don’t you bother telling me it ain’t, ‘cause I know better.He understood now – standing in almost the exact same spot as the man who had been as a third grandfather to him. His time was slipping away, too.Daniel’s cane tapped on the hardwood floor as he walked to the window. The first sight of the trees buoyed his spirit, and made him feel stronger. He knew that his love awaited him there – rather impatiently. The whispers of her voice in his head and the ivy rubbing up against the window left little doubt of that.He understood her impatience all too well. He didn’t spend much time in Mr. Johanson’s house, which he’d purchased to give his daughter and her new husband some privacy all those years ago. Most of the time, he remained with his love, near her pool in the woods, which stood between his new home and the house where he’d grown up.Before he walked out the door, he checked his cellphone, to make sure that he’d turned it on. All too often, things like that slipped from his memory of late. He wouldn’t wait any longer to return to her side, but he needed to be able to stay in touch with the world outside the wood, as well.The plants in the house rustled in anticipation as he walked to the front door. As usual, his paper was lying in the grass right in front of the porch. Daniel had yet to figure out how she managed to transport it from the mailbox at the end of the drive to the front door without leaving her wood, but he was grateful for it.One of the stories on the front page confirmed what had driven him to return to the house, and the world beyond the wood. The Governor and a group of speculative investors were pushing hard for the new highway. Though it wouldn’t cross his property, Daniel was determined to stop them from destroying a vast swath of the nearby nature, replacing it with four lanes of asphalt, hotels, gas stations, and restaurants.He found the Governor’s push to have the vote on Earth Day particularly insulting.Shaking his head in irritation, he rolled the paper up and tossed it near the door on the porch as he turned toward his true home. He felt stronger with every step toward the wood, his cane little more than an accessory by the time he stepped beneath the shadowed boughs. The curved handle warmed in his hand, seemingly as eager to return as he was. As soon as she’d seen the need coming, his love had coaxed a tree and some vines to grow into the beautiful cane.The scent of wildflowers tickled his nose, and birds erupted into song as he crossed the barrier between untouched nature and manicured lawn. A squirrel scrambled down a young maple tree only inches away, chattered at him, and then used his shoulders as a stepping stone to leap to an oak on the other side of the trail.He’d grown used to it over the years, though the habit the animals had of stealing anything he tried to eat right out of his hand was irritating sometimes.Only a few steps down the leaf-covered trail into the wood, she seemingly materialized from the undergrowth, wrapped her arms around him, and planted kiss after kiss on his face.“Come. You have been gone too long,” Xantina said with a perfect pout when she finally stopped kissing him.Daniel held his nymph mate’s hand, as stricken by her unchanging beauty now as he was on the day that she revealed herself to him. He brought her golden-hued hand to his lips to kiss it, and then reached out to run his fingers through her hair – the color of new leaves.Xantina giggled, her willowy, nude body shivering from his touch, and causing her ample breasts to jiggle. Daniel felt his manhood rising, her sensual beauty and her magic easily able to overcome the infirmities of his seventy-four years.She took his hand again, tugging him toward her pool at the center of the wood. Her body swayed as she walked the trail backwards, her steps unerring. Branches and fronds that crossed the path moved aside to let her pass, where any but she or her mate would have found the trail vanishing with each step. Her radiant smile could have tugged him along, even if she didn’t hold his hand.Upon reaching her spring-fed pool, Xantina let out a musical laugh and helped Daniel remove his clothing, which she carelessly tossed into the ferns and flowers that surrounded the pool. She kissed him again once he was nude – a lingering, passionate kiss this time – and caressed his erection with her hand.“Xantina, the kids are coming,” he reminded her, though he wanted nothing more than to sink down into the moss and ferns with her.She stuck her tongue out at him, a gesture that she’d picked up from her daughter, when Xanbrina was a little girl. She laughed again, and turned to dive into her pool. Naturally, she gave a perfectly timed kick of her feet just before they sank below the surface of the water, splashing her love.He was expecting it, as the game was as much a part of their relationship as their kisses, but he made no effort to move out of the way. Taken back to the days when he was a child and she was but his imaginary friend, Daniel slipped through the ferns, sank into the pool, and splashed her back as soon as she surfaced.Xantina blew a drop of water off the tip of her nose, and then cocked her ear to the wind.Daniel felt it, too. As the years had passed, he’d grown more attuned to the natural world around him, able to sense things beyond the ability of most people to discern. Likewise, he had a bond Ankara escort with those of his family that none other could have possibly understood. It was the latter that had attracted his attention, and that of his mate.“Oh dear,” Daniel said with a raise of his bushy white eyebrows.****Gary stood in the bedroom doorway, just as spellbound by his wife’s beauty as his father-in-law was with her mother’s. Xanbrina brushed her honey-blonde hair – the tresses just as lustrous as they were on the day he met her, over twenty-five years ago. In a few more years, he would look more like her father than her husband.Brina smiled at his reflection in the mirror. “I hope that you aren’t about to tell me that you have to go in to work today.”He shook his head while crossing the room to hug her from behind, and kiss her neck. “I love you.”She moaned from his touch and his words. “I love you too.” She put her brush down on the dresser and spun in his arms to kiss him properly. “What is it, then? I know that look in your eyes.”“Kia asked to borrow the car.”Brina’s smile faded into irritation. “What?” She let out a sigh. “You reminded her?”“Yes. She just rolled her eyes at me and walked off.”Brina’s voice had an ominous timbre to it that he knew all too well when she asked, “Where is she?”“In her room.” Brina turned as if to walk out of the room, but Gary caught her hand and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t push her too much, Honey.”Brina sighed again, and offered a half-smile. “This is too important, Gary. We’ve already held on to her too tight. She’s eighteen, and she’s probably just as lost as I was at that age. Mom can help her deal with things, and calm some of her fears about…”He held up a hand and interrupted her with a laugh. “Please don’t talk about her having sex. I don’t think I’m ready to deal with that yet.”She laughed, and hugged him. “You’re as bad as Daddy,” she whispered in his ear.“And you’re just like your mother,” he whispered back.She pulled back, wearing a naughty smile, and twitched her eyebrows. “You seem to like that, sometimes.”He sighed as blood rushed to his nether regions in response to his wife’s coquettish tease. “Go talk to her, but at least think about giving her space, if she needs it.”“I will. Wish me luck?”“Good luck – you’re going to need it. She’s in a mood today.”Xanbrina made her way to her daughter’s room, and saw the door was open. She peeked in to find Kia standing in front of the mirror, alternately holding two different blouses in front of her and nervously twisting a lock of her strawberry-blonde hair. For just a moment, she saw the smart, sweet girl that she remembered – that she knew was still lurking beneath the rebellious teenage front.“The blushing pink, but don’t let your father see it,” Brina suggested as she stepped into the room. She knew that the way the blouse accentuated Kia’s full breasts would cause her husband to sputter with worry.Kia sighed and rolled her eyes, but she did toss aside the red top, far more modest by comparison, in favor of her mother’s suggestion. “Mom, I have a life.”“Honey, we planned this visit with Mom a week ago. It’s important – and not so disconnected with you having a life as you might think.”“I have a date with Steve. Can I have the car or not?”“Xankia…”Kia growled and tossed her blouse aside. “Don’t call me that. I want to have a normal life. I don’t want to be a freak.”Brina winced, the words stabbing directly into her heart. Without another word, she turned to leave the room.“Mom – wait,” Kia called out, and hurried to the door before her mother could leave. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”Brina sucked in a quavering breath, her eyes misting with unshed tears. “You can have the car,” she said in a small voice, without turning around, and then walked away.“Mom…”Gary saw the look on his wife’s face when she walked into the front room. “Brina?”“I’m going ahead. She can have the car.” Xanbrina shrugged, and puckered her lips into a kiss. “I love you. I’ll see you in a little bit.”“I love you, too.” He understood that his wife needed some time alone with her parents – especially her dryad mother.In the meantime, his trembling, obviously ashamed daughter needed some comforting as well.****Daniel drifted back into reality as Brina walked toward the wood, kicking off her shoes as soon as she stepped on the grass outside. He’d clearly heard every bit of the conversations inside his boyhood home, as if he sat a short distance away from each of them. He could still sense every one of his daughter’s footfalls. “Did you do that?”Xantina giggled and threw her arms around her mate’s neck. “No, silly. You did.”“But how?” He curled his arms around her to cup her bottom beneath the water of the pool.“You let go,” she cryptically answered, and then nuzzled her nose against his.Daniel knew that their daughter had nearly reached the pool, and his mate confirmed it by diving beneath the water to resurface at the pool’s edge. Xantina climbed out of the pool to hug her daughter, who finally let her emotions free, sobbing into her mother’s shoulder.“Shh – all young ones say mean things,” Xantina comforted her daughter. “Come swim with us. You will feel better.”None could long remain sad in the presence of the bubbly nymph. Brina soon lifted her head with a final sniffle, and reached for her blouse to remove it.After so many years of seeing her so, Daniel barely noticed his daughter’s nudity any longer, or felt any self-consciousness about his own. Somehow, Xantina’s prejudice against clothes felt right here, in her place. Once mother and daughter dived into the pool, he pushed off a submerged rock and floated over to hug Brina. “Your mother’s right.”“I know, Ankara escort bayan Daddy. I’m just so worried about her. I’m afraid that we sheltered her too much.” She turned to her mother and said, “She seems pretty serious about the boy she’s seeing, and I though that maybe you could…”Though Brina hadn’t mentioned it before, she knew that her thoughts were an open book to her mother. When she was her daughter’s age, her mother had taken her on a magical journey, letting her see, feel, and learn about sex to calm a young woman’s fears.What Brina didn’t know – or at least chose not to know – was that her daughter was not nearly as sheltered as she believed.Xantina grinned at her daughter. “She does not fear the nice thing. She only waits for her one.”Brina could feel her mother’s amusement through the link they shared, and caught other little snippets of thought as well. “She’s already been experimenting, hasn’t she?”Xantina stroked her daughter’s cheek and let out a giggle. “She waits for the nicest thing of all, but she has done other nice things.”“I guess I got upset over nothing, then.” Brina dunked her head beneath the water, and then smoothed out her hair. “She is being careful, isn’t she?”Xantina answered with a nod of her head. Unable to resist any longer, she swam over to kiss her mate. She simply couldn’t go longer than a few minutes without doing so whenever they were together. “She should still come see the nice things with me, but it does not have to be today.”“Is Gary coming?” Daniel asked. He needed to talk to his son-in-law about the highway project.“In a little while. I needed to calm down.”Xantina pouted, knowing that her mate’s thoughts were outside the wood. While she agreed with what he was doing, and understood the need, he’d already lived in that world for two days now. He needed to relax as well, and she knew just how to accomplish it.Brina and Daniel both raised their hands too late to avoid her splash.****“Maybe I should call Steve and…” Kia began.Gary shook his head. “No, go ahead on your date.” His daughter had finally managed to calm down, though she was still deathly ashamed of what she’d said to her mother. “I don’t know exactly what your mother and grandmother have planned, but I have the feeling that they don’t want you distracted – and you’re certainly distracted.”He leaned in a little closer and asked, “Have I met this Steve?”Kia’s cheeks warmed as she thought about the man who’d caught her eye. “His dad is Franklin – the one who owns that land.”Gary grunted in acknowledgment. He remembered the young man, and couldn’t think of any immediate reason to disapprove of him. Franklin owned the largest tract of local land along the route of the proposed highway. He’d resisted at first, but the proponents of the project had finally made him an offer that changed his mind. “Go ahead on your date. I don’t need to go through the ritual of warnings, do I?”Kia rolled her eyes, but she smiled this time. “No, Dad. I know all about seatbelts, and the birds, and the bees, and condoms, and STDs…”“Okay.” He held up his hand to cut her off. “You can apologize to your mother tomorrow.”“I will, Dad.” She hugged him and said, “I’m sorry.”“Just think about it next time. Now, go on.” He handed her the keys.A short while later, Kia hurried from the house wearing a jacket that struck him as a bit warm for the day. It made him suspicious that she was wearing something that he wouldn’t have liked, but he decided to let it go. His wife rarely protested the racy clothing, and sometimes purchased it, so he deferred to her judgment.Knowing the calming influence his mother-in-law exuded, he had little doubt that his wife had fully relaxed by now. He already missed her, and needed to talk to her father, so Gary stepped out the front door and turned toward the wood.As always, Gary marveled at the abundance of flora and fauna. Everything grew to the extent of its natural bounty, and beyond. Many of the plants were rare in the area, and some were unique. The smell of flowers and damp earth after a spring rain filled the space beneath the canopy. A smile spread across his face when he heard twin, musical giggles from the center of the wood – his wife and her nymph mother.He emerged into the clearing to see Daniel and Xantina, who both sat in the pool submerged to the neck. The clear, sparkling water did nothing to hide the nymph, and her startling beauty still made him a bit uncomfortable, even after years of seeing her so. He was just about to ask after his wife when he realized what was happening – too late.Brina burst up from the water and hit him with a double-handed splash, absolutely soaking him, and then swam back from the edge of the pool, laughing.Gary chuckled and said, “Brina, you could have waited until I got undressed.”Xanbrina blew a raspberry at her husband and said, “That wouldn’t have been anywhere near as much fun. I do the laundry, so quit complaining and come in.”Even though he knew it was coming, Gary couldn’t stop his cheeks from reddening when he dropped his pants and his wife licked her lips in response. He splashed down into the pool as quickly as possible, kissed his love, and asked her. “Feeling better?”She kissed him again and answered, “Yes. How’s Kia?”“I calmed her down, but she knows how wrong she was to say that. She’s off on her date.”Xantina splashed her love with a little pout. “Hurry and talk of these things that scurry in your head.”He wiped the water out of his eyes with a chuckle. “Yes, Love.” He then turned to Gary and asked, “What’s the word?”“Not good. I’ve talked to everyone with land on the route, but they’re being paid way above market value. Franklin was Escort Ankara the last hold-out, and he’s boxing things up now. That leaves us with no chance of even delaying it with an eminent domain court battle.”“What about the environmental studies?”“They must all be on the payroll. Last one came in today, and they’re all giving the green light.”Daniel sighed. “We’re running out of time and options. I don’t know if we can stop this.”Xantina wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed the back of his neck. “It is the way of things. All things pass, and are renewed.”He shivered and melted into his mate’s embrace. “I can’t help thinking that it could be us next.”“All things pass,” Xantina repeated, and kissed him again.“Not as long as I draw breath – for however much longer that may be.”Brina took her father’s hand. “Don’t talk like that, Daddy.”“Honey…”“Just don’t.” Brina smiled. “They won’t touch a single leaf here for as long as I’m around, either.”Gary put his arm around his wife. “Same goes for me.”Xantina smiled, knowing that the devotion didn’t stop there. Even if Kia didn’t know it yet, her heart and her destiny were tied here as well.****Kia glanced over at Steve as his car pulled into the driveway at his house. Everything had been fine – wonderful actually – as they watched the afternoon matinee and then went out for something to eat. Then, on the drive back to pick up her car, he’d grown quiet.As the car rolled to a stop, Kia asked, “What’s wrong?”Steve sighed and put the car into park. “Dad took that offer on the land.”Kia reached over and laid her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want him too. I can’t imagine losing all the memories.”“It’s not just that. He’s looking at places in Florida.”She smiled and stroked her fingertips over his arm. “It’s not that far away. You’ll be able to drive there in a day for holidays and things.”“Kia, I can’t afford law school and an apartment, even with the grants and scholarships. I’m going to have to move too.”Tears welled up in her eyes as the weight of his words settled on her. “But…”“I don’t want to go.” He reached out and touched her cheek. “It’s bad enough that I’m moving, but when I think about not seeing you…”Kia couldn’t deal with that thought, and buried it as quickly as she could. “Let’s go for a walk.”“Kia…”She put her fingers to his lips. “Not right now. Let’s just go for a walk.”“Okay,” he said, forcing a smile.Once out of the car, Kia walked to his side and took his hand. She tugged him toward the woods surrounding the house, and he pointed out a trail. She did her best to forget the conversation in the car, and concentrated on being close to him, holding his hand.The moment that she set foot on the trail, a feeling of deja vu swept over Kia. A few steps later, she realized that the feeling wasn’t really that she’d been here before, but rather that it had the same magical feeling as the woods next to her house.She found it a bit strange, because old growth pine dominated the woods, leaving the ground mostly a carpet of pine needles spotted with newly sprouted trees and islands of other vegetation. It was just as beautiful in its own way, but certainly far different than her grandmother’s wood, which was mostly hardwoods and filled with thick undergrowth.“I want to show you something,” Steve said, his smile looking far more genuine this time.“Okay,” Kia responded, glad that he wasn’t talking about the move any longer.Steve had a bit of a spring in his step as he walked, his eyes either intent upon the trail ahead, or upon her. Kia saw something ahead through the leaves and pine boughs. “What’s that?”“That’s what I want to show you – our clubhouse.”“Oh, wow,” Kia exclaimed as Steve led her into the small clearing. The clubhouse was really two buildings, one on the ground, and another set in the branches of a tree. Rope swings and poles descended from a balcony on the upper level, and the whole thing had been painted to resemble a castle, though the paint was faded and peeling in many places.Dried leaves crunched underfoot as he led her into the clearing. “I haven’t been here for a while. What do you think?”“It’s amazing. Did you build it yourself?”Steve laughed. “Dad did most of the work, but my brother and I helped. I was only about nine at the time. Come inside.”The door creaked on its hinges as he opened it. There was a large table and several chairs in the center of the room, all covered with dust, as well as four bed frames lacking mattresses. A door stood open, and Kia could see a toilet and sink in the small room.“Dad let us camp out here in the summer once we were a little older. It took him a week to dig the water and sewer lines. We used to have a generator out here too.”“It’s amazing,” Kia remarked, and then noticed a crude wooden sign hanging on the back wall. No gurls allowed, it read. She pointed at it and asked, “So, am I in trouble?”Steve laughed. “That was actually Dad’s idea. I think that this place was as much his dream as ours – not that we didn’t love it.” He walked over to a ladder ascending through the roof and said, “Come on up.”Kia looked upward at the ladder, her expression a little dubious.“Don’t worry, it’s safe. Mom refused to allow us anywhere near it until she relented that Dad had done a good job. That’s when Dad had us put up the sign as a finishing touch, because she never stopped complaining that we were going to break our necks.”Steve climbed up, and after a moment of hesitation, Kia followed. When she emerged from the boxed-in ladder, she was in an empty space, and had to stoop a little because of the low ceiling. She shrugged her shoulders, hardly impressed, and not knowing what to say.Steve held up a finger to indicate that she should wait, and then walked over to one of the walls.One after another, Steve pushed up wooden panels that propped up on notched braces, opening all four sides of the tree fort, and giving a marvelous view of the surrounding woods. A pair of panels in the roof also opened, providing a skylight.

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Stories of vampires are written from the imagination of great and not-so-great writers, but no vampire story has been written from the heart of one. Not until now. ***** I hate goodbyes. I always have, and I probably always will. After a thousand years, and nearly twelve generations later it’s still like a knife in my chest when I have to say goodbye. The rain poured down, beating on the pavement. I look over at Cody. He hasn’t spoken to me since I got into the car. I shiver, even though I’m not really cold. He holds out his hand and pulls me towards him. I reach for the heat and turn it up. I cuddle close to him and listen to his heart beat. “Are you sure you want to go camping?” Cody asks me, once again, trying to talk me out of it. “I’m going to be fine,” I tell him. “I just want to reconnect with old friends.” “I have the Labor Day Football Banquet,” Cody says. “You’d be invited.” “Take your little sister for once,” I argue. “It’s just going to be for the weekend, it will be over in no time.” Cody doesn’t reply. He just squeezes me and continues to drive. I stare out the window, watching the rain. ***** “Hello beautiful,” Aaron says, as soon as Cody closes the door of his truck and takes off. My bags have already been loaded into Aaron’s car and we’re getting ready to go. Ankara bayan escort “Aaron Lane White,” I say. He opens his arms to me and I immediately let them fold around me. “I missed you.” Aaron was my first love. I’d known him for as long as I can remember, but because of divorced parents, I used to only see him once or twice a month and then for the annual camping trip with the church. “I missed you too,” he breathes into my hair. I finally break the embrace and look him up and down. He’s changed a lot and he’s filled out. His arms and legs are roped with muscle and lost the braces. “You know, synthetic steroids are bad for you.” I tell him, getting into the car. “I’m not on ‘roids,” he laughs as he turns the key in the ignition. “You’ve changed a lot,” I tell him. He’s about to make a comment about how I look the same as I did when he first met me. It’s true the last time he saw me, he thought I was 16. He keeps his comment to himself and drives up the mountain slowly. Twists, turns, and about ten hidden side roads later, we reach the camp ground. I take my bags up to the little meadow and go to help Aaron’s mom unpack her car. “Shit,” she says, cursing under her breath. “What’s up?” I ask her. “Oh,” she says, realizing I heard her. I Escort bayan Ankara smile to let her know its okay. “Hey Echo. I just, blanked and left the extra tent at home. I just called the boys and they said they couldn’t bring one until tomorrow morning.” “I can just sleep in the chapel,” I assure her. The chapel is actually warmer than sleeping in a sleeping bag. The chapel is across the little meadow where people are already setting up their tents. To the north there is a “bear-proof” kitchen concealed slightly by trees, but connected to the driveway. I look around, taking it all in from my place in the driveway. Everything looks the same as I remember it from years ago. “That’s ridiculous,” Aaron says, coming up behind me. “She can sleep in my tent.” I turn towards him, and his hand goes to the small of my back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Mrs. White says. “Where are you going to sleep?” “In my tent,” he says. “I still don’t–” Aaron stops his mom in mid-sentence. He gets a little closer, looks her in the eyes and smiles. “It’s fine. We can use the tent with the divider and it’s only for tonight.” He breaks his gaze. “Maybe that would work,” Mrs. White says nodding. ***** I walk noiselessly along the path. I’m just slightly Bayan escort Ankara ahead of Aaron, letting the moon light my way. Everyone goes on a midnight hike the first night of Labor Day weekend, but because Aaron and I are the only graduates tonight, we broke away from the group of high school students. “When did it happen?” I ask him. I decided not to dance around the idea and cut to the chase. “When did what happen?” Aaron asks. He’s good, I’ll give him that. His composure on the outside is perfectly normal, but I hear his heart rate speed up ever so slightly. “You honestly think I don’t know?” I say, sarcasm laced in my words. “You’re clearly a new-born; otherwise you would’ve never compelled your mother in broad daylight.” Aaron just stands there, trying to figure out how I know about him. “Stop thinking so loudly,” I tease him. “How do you know?” Aaron asks. I sit down on a boulder, allowing the question to linger in the air for a while. “I knew from the moment you stepped out of the car,” I tell him. “I can always tell when there is a vampire around.” “So can I,” he argues. “That’s not entirely true,” I laugh. “You couldn’t tell with me.” “I couldn’t, but you also didn’t smell like a human either,” he says. “So what are you?” “A vampire…” I tell him, “…-ish.” “What do you mean by that?” he says. He’s been slowly getting closer to me, and I let him. “I’m not just a vampire,” I tell him. “I’m what they call a tri-hybird.” “What the fuck is that?” he asks, trying to piece it all together in his mind. “I’ll tell you eventually,” I promise. “What’s your story?” I ask.

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The weight of sleep leaves my body, and I wake up feeling better than I have the last two weeks. Blinking in my bright room, I find myself alone. I sit up and rub my face, still stark naked, though now I’m under my covers. A replay of last night dances around my subconscious.I called out Alec’s name on a whim, and he showed up out of seemingly thin air. I accused him of taking advantage of me while undressing myself, then finally surrendered to his control, letting him do what my body had been aching for. The things he made me feel don’t make sense in my sober, uninfluenced state.That orgasm wasn’t an orgasm. Alec turned me inside out, lit my soul on fire with painful pleasure and let me burn. His talents weren’t made to be used on human beings. The memory of my smarting, naked body, hot and squirming beneath his touch makes my face and neck blush.I can’t deny what he did to me. He gave me the single most intense experience of my life. But just because my body wanted it doesn’t mean my brain did.I am torn with emotion, unable to decide if I should feel exceedingly violated, or profusely grateful. For now, I’ll go with undiluted frustration. This whole situation is larger than I can wrap my head around this morning. I don’t have time, either. I quickly shower and dress in jeans, a shirt, and stiletto boots – all black, throwing my long dark hair into a careless bun. I arrive at the office with a laundry list of tasks for my day, coffee in hand.Six hours later, I manage to slip away for a late lunch. I get it to go, snagging the paper bag and exiting the deli. When I step outside, I see him. Alec is leaning casually against the building to my right, looking at me, a small smile on his lips. His eyes are green with the daylight, though he stays in the shadows.I remember quizzing my older sister about that. So will you die if you go out in the sun? I asked Charlotte when she had taken the leap and decided to become a vampire. She laughed. No, vampires have evolved over the millennia to tolerate the light. It’s just uncomfortable to be in, it weakens us after direct, prolonged exposure.Vampire eyes change color as well; they’re silver in the dark, but in the light, they retain their biological eye color they had before transforming into the undead. Another way they evolved to blend in with the rest of humankind and avoid discovery. Those are only some of the fun vampire facts.They also have heightened senses, the capability of fading; where they travel at just under the speed of light, and influence; a talent that allows them to persuade human beings with merely a look in their bottomless eyes.I had my first experience with influence two weeks ago when Alec made me orgasm three times without touching me. Last night he did touch me, and looking at him now, the memory of his tongue makes my pussy plump, my panties wet, my breasts begging to be free from this bra.I swallow hard, then turn away, hoping he’ll leave me alone. Twas a vain hope. I get to the end of the block, waiting to cross the street, and he’s suddenly standing beside me, staring at the passing cars as if I weren’t here. Neither of us speaks. I watch the heat of my breath twirl up into the cold November air, and can’t help but notice that the same isn’t happening for him. The crosswalk flashes green, and we both start walking.“Christina,” he finally says. I glance at him, dressed in his classic business casual suit, hair dark, his face far too good looking.“Alec,” I reply, tearing my eyes away.“How are you?” he asks, and I’m nearly thrown from the nonchalant conversation he’s trying to make.“Fine.”“I hope you’ve been feeling better today.” He doesn’t even sound teasing, as if I’m getting over a cold and not a two-week dry spell.“I am, thank you.” I have no idea why I’m being so diplomatic. I am still angry with him on some level.“Good. Would it be impolite to ask if you would accompany me this evening?”I sigh. “I don’t know…”“If it’s impolite? Or if you want to?” he asks, teasing this time. When I don’t answer, I can feel him grow serious. “You’re confused,” he states. Confusion doesn’t begin to cover it. I nod, still looking ahead as I walk.“Then allow me to alleviate your confusion.” I give him a worried glance, wondering what that means. He smiles. “Call me tonight if you’re able. My number’s in your phone.”He must have done that while I slept last night, because I have never asked him for it. Using fade, Alec is suddenly kissing my cheek, and then he vanishes. I can still feel his icy lips on my face when I walk into the office building.I eat my sandwich in between looking at layouts with one of my team members, and when James enters Ankara bayan escort the room, I plaster a fake smile on my face. After Alec used influence on me the first time, I, for some unknown reason, wasn’t able to orgasm afterward. At all. So last week I slept with James, hoping he would satisfy my urges. After we fucked twice, and I still didn’t get off, I gave him an excuse to miss our last date.He comes in and chats with me, inviting me out for drinks after work with him and a few other co-workers. I try to refuse, claiming the magazine interview is keeping me busy, but eventually, he talks me into it. A night out with other humans would be nice.When it’s dark outside the office windows, I walk a couple blocks with James and our friends to a pub nearby. He sits right by me in the booth, his arm draped on the seat behind me. I have a couple drinks, then excuse myself to the bathroom. On my way back, I stop by the bar and ask for another beer.While I’m waiting, I glance around, and my heart jumps. Of course, Alec is here. He’s sitting at the other end of the L shaped bar across the room, holding a short glass with amber liquid and ice. He doesn’t look happy. Most likely because I came to a bar with James instead of calling him. I distantly wonder how long he’s been here, and by extension, how frequently he follows me.I grab my beer, take a swig, and walk back to the table.“Hey, I’m going to go,” I say, tossing my thumb over my shoulder.“Are you sure?” James asks.“Yeah, I have a few other things to do for one of the articles before I sleep.”Everyone says their goodbye’s as I grab my coat, and James stands up.“I’ll walk you out,” he offers.“That’s okay, stay and have fun.”“I insist,” he smiles, and I don’t know how to politely decline.I push the door and step from the stuffy, warm bar, out into the crisp night. I turn to face James.“Thanks for inviting me.”“Thanks for coming.”Before I can say anything else, James grabs me and kisses me. All I can think about is Alec watching us, though I’m not sure where he is. And then I grow angry with myself, because I don’t care what he thinks.Of one thing I am sure, however: I am not interested in James. I pull away.“I’m sorry,” I say. “I can’t do this.” He drops his hand and steps back, looking apologetic. “I just… I thought I was ready for this, and I’m not. I don’t want to lead you on and waste your time.”I can see that he wants to protest, but knows that he’s just been placed back in the friend zone.“I understand,” he says, and my heart breaks a little.He is a good guy. I want to say a lot of things, but none of them are what he wants to hear, so I force a smile on my face.“Can we still be friends?” I ask, and he grins back.“Of course.” I give him a hug, then shove my hands in my pockets, walking away from the bar. I don’t get fifteen feet before Alec is at my side.“Alec,” I start this time, staring ahead as we walk.“Christina.”“I’m guessing you were listening to what I said to James back there.”I can feel the already icy air grow colder.“I did,” he confirms, sultry voice low.“I’m going to say the same thing to you.”“What, that you want to be my friend?” he says, a sharp edge to his joke.I stop walking, and he does too. I have to tilt my head to see his face, even though I’m wearing heels.“I don’t want to do this, Alec. Whatever this is.”“Really?” he says, challenging me.“Yes, really. How could we have any kind of relationship?”“‘I wanted it to be you. You’re all I think about, please. I need you.’ That’s what you said to me last night,” he whispers, and warmth starts surrounding me despite the weather.“That wasn’t me talking.”“No?” he says, his deep voice harsh.“You did that to me.”“I did a lot of things to you, Christina, but nothing you didn’t want.”“I never wanted it,” I argue back, turning away from him, and suddenly I’m not on the street anymore.I’m in what appears to be an alleyway between two buildings, and when my equilibrium returns to normal, Alec is standing before me, his arms crossed.“Cum for me, Christina,” he says, and the moment those words leave his lips, I combust.This orgasm hits me hard, as if I crashed into a brick wall going full speed. Gasping and writhing, my pussy clenches uncontrollably, and I can feel my panties getting wet. The fire is unforgiving this time. No matter what I do, I can’t escape it, the feeling of my cunt begging to be fucked, throbbing and needing and cumming so fucking much.I am blinded by the sudden explosion of my insides, and as I slowly regain conscious thought, I realize a wall is at my back and Alec is holding me against it, supporting all my weight. I would Escort bayan Ankara be on the ground if he hadn’t caught me, collapsing from the force of his influence.After everything he’s done to me, I have never been this close to him. I fist the lapels of his jacket, my waist in his hands, moaning against his chest as my orgasm works through me. I start humping into the front of his zipper, and I feel something hard. My pussy instantly wants it. Needs it. I would rather die right here than go one more second without him inside me.My hands go to Alec’s buckle, but he stops me, taking my wrists in his cold hands.“Ah-ah,” he chides. “You don’t deserve that.”I look up into his silver eyes, panting, my body still tingling. He smiles all white teeth, then releases me, stepping back a few feet. The moment he does, all traces of my climax is gone, as if it never happened. My desire goes out like a flame in the wind, only my soaked underwear giving away what he just did to me.I’m leaning against the building, staring at him, not speaking one word. I had no idea he ever had that much control over me, and I’m a little frightened.“Christina… did you know that a vampire can only influence someone who wants to be influenced?”Alec’s words sit in the air between us. I absorb them slowly. Very slowly.“It’s true that I can influence you to my will, encourage you… entice you,” he says, and a small fire starts in my groin again. It’s calm this time, like a blue flame slowly burning, kissing every nerve it touches. “But I can’t force you to do anything your heart doesn’t truly want.” Alec looks down at me with unfathomable eyes, and my lips part as I inhale.“We feed off of each other, Christina. The more we give each other, the more we get. The more you want my help, the more aroused I can make you. Last night, when you finally surrendered to what you really wanted… the better it felt.”I take in this new information, wondering how that’s possible. I never wanted to be with a vampire. Maybe I was always attracted to Alec, but that doesn’t mean I wanted this to happen. Does it? Is he what my heart really wants? Charlotte never mentioned that part of influence, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true. It’s like the fine print in a legal document, an important, yet obscure clause.I swallow hard and look up at him again.“Can we go somewhere and talk?” Alec says softly, and I find that I’m not put off by the idea.I don’t know what’s happening, but my urge to stay away from him is dissipating. Perhaps because he’s influencing me to say yes, when I’m already somewhat willing.I nod my head and he smiles. – “You live here?” I ask when we step into Alec’s large apartment. It has a view of the city, a sort of loft with high ceilings, the entire inside appearing recently remodeled, and most likely pre-furnished.“I told you I was thinking about sticking around,” he says.When I first met him earlier this month, he was just visiting. Now he has his own place on the edge of the city, twice as large as mine. My heels on the hard floor echo through the room as I follow him. In the blink of an eye, Alec is behind me, taking the coat from my shoulders. I let him remove it, realizing how accustomed I have grown to him fading in front of me.He leads me to a sitting area, and as I perch on the low couch, Alec is already there with a steaming cup of coffee. I take it from him as he sits a foot away from me.“… You wanted to talk?” I ask, and he smirks.“I’ll let you go first.” How he knows about the question burning a hole in my head, I can only speculate. I turn my eyes down, feeling the heat in my face, though I haven’t even asked him yet.“So…. if it wasn’t influence… why wasn’t I able to get off without you?” I ask, my face hotter than the cup of coffee between my hands.“I’m still curious about that myself.” His eyes are green in the low light, his gaze dark.“How do we know it wasn’t influence?”He grins. “Eye contact is the most effective means, however, if I’ve influenced someone before, it’s easier to stretch the barriers. Like I said, the more you want it, the better my control will work.”“But you don’t know how far it will?”“We can always test it if you’d like,” he teases, and I glare at him. He chuckles. “I doubt it works further than the length of your sister’s house.”Tongue in cheek, I’m embarrassed all over again, remembering the orgasms he gave me in the bathroom of Charlotte’s house while he sat at the kitchen table. He’s amused, watching me take a sip of the brew.“I think I’m ready to ask my question.”“And what’s that?” I say, setting the mug on the coffee table before us.“Why are you trying Bayan escort Ankara to stay away from me?” I don’t know how to answer, glancing out the large window that frames the city lights. “I know you don’t want to.”“How?”“Through our exchange of influence. I’m quite attuned to you, and as a result, I get a better understanding of what you’re feeling.”“You know what I’m feeling all the time?” I can’t keep the worry out of my voice.“Only when I’m near you.” I can’t decide how uncomfortable that makes me. To know my every emotion, that’s as if he can read my mind. “I can taste your interest, which is why your actions are rather confusing,” he continues.I sigh. “I like my human life, Alec,” I start, and his face is serious. “I never imagined this for myself, being with someone like you… It scares me.”He sighs as well. “This is precisely where the trouble lies. I would leave you alone, Christina,” he says, leaning toward me, his influence making me warm – only on the outside of my body this time. “But knowing what you feel, what you want… how can I?”My heart is beating a slow, exaggerated rhythm, brown eyes looking into his green.“I don’t know what to do,” I confess in a whisper.“Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.” I bite my lip. “This is beyond influence, Christina.”“Is it?” I ask skeptically. He smiles, flashing his sharp canines at me.“If that’s what you’re worried about, you needn’t be. I want more than what you’re thinking.”“Which is what exactly?”“To get to know you,” he says simply. “We can take it slow, I promise.”“No more influencing me?”“I give you my word,” he says, and his sincerity has me considering it.Me dating a vampire? The idea sets my comfort zone aflame. I don’t like the notion of relinquishing control, which is exactly what happens when I’m with him. I never know what to expect. I have the feeling I don’t even know the full range of his capabilities, but he’s promised to behave. I’d like to believe he would genuinely leave me alone if I asked him to, so I suppose trying it wouldn’t hurt.“Okay,” I say, and his smile is the biggest I’ve seen yet. – Telling my sister I started dating Alec was quite interesting. She was shocked, questioning every detail of how it came to be. She knows my disdain for cocky male vampires, and that I want to stay human. I didn’t even have full answers to all her questions. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, I’d said, I’m just… seeing what it’s like. And so far, I admit, it isn’t as different as I had anticipated.Dating a vampire isn’t all goth parties, midnight rituals and consensual blood drinking. Alec is the incarnation of the perfect boyfriend. He brings me lunch at work, or takes me out in the evenings.He’s attentive and polite, intellectually pleasing to speak with. I see him almost every day, and we have endless conversations. He tells me stories of his many exploits, traveling to every continent, learning languages and cultures and adapting with the changing decades.A week into our experimental relationship, he kissed me for the very first time. We were leaving a small cafe on Friday. The sun was long gone, and as we walked, the first snowfall of the season came. Flakes of white fluff swirled around us, gently falling and gathering on the ground.He stopped me under a tree wrapped with holiday lights, put his hand on my neck, and when I didn’t tell him to stop, his lips met mine. They were cold and hard, but delicious, a sweet, minty scent rolling off of him. He didn’t even use his influence, letting me experience him for myself. He had been keeping a respectful distance, and feeling him so close was new and enticing.We keep up this carefree momentum, spending time with our friends, or alone in the city, and every now and then, his hand will press gently on my lower back, or brush against my face. That’s all the contact he gives me, and it’s driving me fucking crazy. He hasn’t kissed me again either, and I know this action has intention. He promised we would take it slow, and slow is what he’s giving me.Be careful what you wish has never been more apt.Ever since the night, Alec gave me that violent, unexpected orgasm, yet again, I haven’t been able to get off without him. When I’m alone in bed, I wonder if he’s close by, so I touch myself, hoping I’ll find release. Nothing happens.Toward the end of November, Alec picks me up from work and asks if I will spend Thanksgiving with him. When I say I usually spend it with my sister, he’s already ahead of me. Apparently, he’s invited Michael and Charlotte, who’ve already agreed. When I ask where we’d be spending it at, he smiles.During one of our many conversations, I learned that Alec has a sister across the country – a vampire like him. My pussy throbs at the notion of spending a solid three days with him. I haven’t given in yet because I like how things are going, but physically, I won’t last much longer and I know it. I agree to go, and the smile he gives me is much too smug for my liking.

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Kevin Marks was making his rounds at the San Diego Museum of Man as he had every night since taking the job five years ago. An ex-military man, he was in charge of security at his base in Iraq so security was one thing he knew well.And the museum was glad to have someone who was in the military in that position – there were a lot of priceless artifacts and displays in the museum and it took someone like him to protect them.The pride and joy of the museum these days was the new Egyptian exhibit set to open in a couple of days, and the star of that show was the sarcophagus that was reported to contain the mummy of an Egyptian princess.It was late one night when he stopped into the Egyptian exhibit on his usual walking around. He tried to vary his rounds making them as random as he could and still visit every exhibit and check all the doors and windows.The museum was a large, two-story building so it took him about forty-five minutes to complete each round. Having spent two tours in the Middle East, he had a special attraction to the Egyptian exhibit and so when he was in that area this time, he decided to have a closer look at things.He walked up to the sarcophagus and looked it over. He noticed the inscription on the side. Under the inscription was a plaque placed there to help visitors read and pronounce the ancient Egyptian writing, although Kevin needed no such help. He was quite adept at reading and writing the Egyptian language from his time over there.He leaned over the rope barrier that surrounded the sarcophagus a little to get a closer look at the writing.”Min yaqra hdha alnnaqsh sawf tutliq mawjatan min almawmia’i, wasawf takun lahum ‘iilaa al’abad,” he read the writing aloud. (Translation: Whosoever reads this inscription will unlock the spell of the mummy and it will serve them forever.)Suddenly the lights in the museum dimmed and a moment later they went out. With his flashlight in hand, Kevin made his way to the utility room where the electrical panel was located.He looked at the panel and noticed one of the breakers had been tripped. He flipped it off and then on to reset it and the lights came back on.”That was strange,” he said aloud to himself, then he went back to the Egyptian exhibit to check on things.Coming into the room he didn’t notice anything wrong and so he turned to leave. But just as he turned around he saw a beautiful dark-haired woman dressed in mummy wrappings standing behind him!”Holy shit!” he said, nearly falling backward over part of the exhibit. “W-who are you?” he asked.”I am Princess Azizah, daughter to King Al-Huzzah. And who are you that speaks the ancient language?””Kevin… Kevin Marks. I am security here at the museum,” he said, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening.”Well Kevin Kevin Marks, what year is it?” she asked.”It’s just Kevin Marks and the year is 2015,” he said. “How can this be? I died in the year 2560,” she said.”You died in 2560 BC. This is 2015 AD. That’s 4575 years.”I have been asleep for 4,575 years?” she asked.”Yeah, I guess you have. Your tomb was discovered only a year or so ago. I think that’s what I’ve heard. I know the museum paid a lot of money to set up this exhibit and Ankara escort get all these things here.”Museum? What is ‘museum?'” she asked.”Oh, I’m sorry, you probably don’t know where you are right now! This is the San Diego Museum of Man in San Diego, California. Which, come to think about it, still doesn’t tell you anything because no one knew about San Diego, California, or even the United States when you were alive!” he said.She just smiled as he talked, having no idea at all what he was talking about.”So what do you remember from before you died, Princess Azizah?” he asked.”You may call me Azizah… I am no longer a princess as that life has long since passed and I’m not even in my own country anymore,” she said.”Okay, Azizah, and you can call me Kevin. So what do you remember?” he asked again.”Well, I remember life in my kingdom, living in the palace and my father. I remember seeing him… oh! I remember seeing the guards fall and those men–they killed him! And oh great god Amun, they killed me too! That’s how I died–those men in black robes stormed the palace and killed my family and me!” she said.”I’m sorry Azizah, but you are here now, and unless I knocked myself senseless when the lights went out, you are very much real… somehow,” he said.”Yes, I am real. The wizards of my time often put spells on the tomb and sarcophagus of the royals so that when the time came, their people could bring them back from the Underworld. When you spoke the words, you called me back,” she said.”Well, I learned Arabic fighting in the war in Iraq. I can read, write, and speak Arabic fluently,” he said.”Fortunately for me. And now that you have brought me back from the Underworld, I am obligated to serve you for as long as you wish,” she said, kneeling on the floor. “You are Pharaoh now.””What do you mean?” he asked.”I am your servant. I am here to serve you however you wish,” she said.”You mean like a genie or something?” he asked.Azizah giggled, “Well I don’t have magic powers, so I can’t conjure up wealth and riches, but I am yours to command however I may please you,” she explained.This last statement made Kevin’s cock twitch. She was quite beautiful, despite still being partially wrapped in old bandages. She was uncovered from the shoulders up so he could see her face clearly and the bandages still wrapped tightly around her body made it obvious she had a nice body under them.She was young, Kevin estimated she died in her early twenties, and whatever they did to mummify her worked like a charm… or the magic to bring her back did. Either way, she was quite lovely. He stood there for a moment looking at her, scanning over her enticing figure, her lovely face with soft pink lips and bewitching green eyes framed in her straight black hair.As he stood there, his eyes taking in the beauty before him, she knew just what he was thinking. She remembered such looks in her own past lovers and those who wished they were. She bit her bottom lip playfully as he stepped towards her. As he approached, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.It had been over 4,500 years since she last felt the warmth of Ankara escort bayan another’s embrace and as he pulled her to him she moaned softly into his mouth. Feeling the soft warmth of this Egyptian princess in his arms, Kevin forgot all about what he really held – a woman who was murdered 4,500 years ago and had been wrapped in bandages and buried in the desert more than 2,000 before the birth of Christ!To him, she felt every bit as real and alive as any woman he had ever held and a lot more passionate. Without thinking about anything but his growing desire, he pulled Azizah into a deep powerful kiss and felt the soft warm touch of her lips to his.It had been a while since Kevin had enjoyed the pleasures of a woman as well and kissing Azizah was definitely one of those pleasures! He could feel his cock stirring in his uniform pants and it was getting a bit uncomfortable. As he held the wrapped woman close, she too felt his growing excitement and it made her moan yet again.Kevin broke their kiss finally and pulled back a bit. He looked at the beautiful Egyptian woman, her eyes darting back and forth searching his face, looking for something. “Azizah… um… I know you are a princess, but…” he said, unsure how to approach what he wanted to say.Azizah knew what he wanted to ask because she wanted the same thing. “You are Pharaoh, I am yours to command,” she said, smiling coyly. She held out her crossed wrists and lowered her head in a sign of submission, giving herself to him.Without another word he swept her up into his arms and took her into the security office where they would have a little more privacy. Not that they really needed it; it was well after operating hours for the museum, and he was the only security guard at this hour. But it made it a little more intimate and personal for both of them, which was what he wanted.Once in the security office, he set her back on the ground on her feet. Then, as she held her breath in nervous anticipation, he began to unwrap the remaining bandages that covered her body.Back in ancient Egypt, when a body was to be mummified, they began wrapping the body at the feet and worked upwards, overlapping part of the new wrapping over the last wrap. So Kevin started at the top where the bandages stopped at her shoulders and began unwinding the cloth strips that had encased her for so many centuries.He noticed as soon as he started that Azizah was wrapped in the nude when she died, and as he took off each layer, more of her would be revealed than he first assumed.Azizah made no move to stop him or even protest; either she wanted this just as much as he did, or she knew better than to question or protest his actions. He looked up at her from time to time and she smiled at him shyly but anxiously anticipating what she hoped would follow soon.Kevin continued unwrapping Azizah and very soon he got to the point where he was about to unwrap her breasts. Once again he paused, uncertain what to do. He wanted to keep going, but he also wanted to be gentlemanly and respectful. Azizah saw his dilemma and tried to ease his mind.”My lord, it is all right. I am here to serve you, however, you Escort Ankara wish. This body is yours, to use in any and all ways you see fit. Do not be disquieted. You earned the right to this body when you spoke the ancient words and broke my slumber. I wish to please you and show my gratitude for releasing me. Please, my lord, continue as you please,” she said. Her bright smile calmed his uneasiness and he did continue.The next few wraps fell away and revealed Azizah’s full, ripe and very admirable breasts, capped with rose-colored nipples hard and erect, just aching to be sucked. He couldn’t resist giving those hard little buds an introductory lick and suck just to see her reaction.He was pleasantly rewarded almost instantly.”Ohhh…” she moaned as she felt his hot mouth close over her nipple and his tongue reach out to caress it gently. He began licking and sucking on her nipples more enthusiastically once he saw her reaction.Azizah put her hands gently on the sides of his head holding him to her breast and moving to the other one when it wanted some attention too. She thrust her chest out offering herself to him as he feasted on her.Kevin licked and sucked and chewed on her perfect breasts and her tender sensitive nipples as Azizah moaned and squirmed in his grip She wasn’t struggling to get free, in fact just the opposite. It had been so long since she had felt this kind of pleasure and she wanted to make sure every part of her got its share.But she needn’t worry about that. Kevin was enjoying giving her pleasure just as much as she was enjoying receiving it. Her moans, mewls, and coos of delight also delighted him and he did his best to create more of them in her.After he made sure her nipples and breasts had gotten plenty of attention from his hands and mouth, he began unwrapping more of his alluring present. He unwrapped her down to her waist and was surprised when he saw the large purple jewel stuck in her navel. He continued getting closer to his next stop.As he reached her hips he saw that her pussy was neat and well-trimmed with her pubes cut short and well-manicured. This shocked him as he had always thought that wasn’t a concern for women back in that time period. He just always figured that were au natural!”Azizah, you are… your hair is so well kept!” he said in surprise.”Do you like it, my lord?” she asked.”I do like it, Azizah, I’m just a little surprised that women back then did that. I just assumed that you just let it grow naturally,” he said.”Well, the common women did, my lord, but as a princess, I was expected to be beautiful in every aspect. I was expected to be pleasing and be an example to the other women of the kingdom. So I was taught to keep my hair trimmed short there, keep it shaved completely under my arms, and also taught how to put on my makeup as you can see,” she explained.”Yes I do see, and it is very nice. But I think you would be beautiful even without the makeup and primping,” he said, “You are a very lovely woman, Azizah.””Thank you, my lord. I am glad you find me pleasing,” she said blushing a little as she lowered her head.He reached under her lowered chin with his fingertips and brought her face up to meet his. She looked into his eyes as they met hers. “Azizah, I find you more than just pleasing. Much more than just pleasing,” he said.And it was true; Kevin was completely captivated by the stunning Egyptian princess. He’d dated other women and even had a couple of fairly serious relationships.

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N’s Weekend Adventure N looked great getting off her 90 minute flight.   She had worn conservative clothes that the travel pass rules required.   I gave her a welcome kiss and a bug hug at the bottom of the “Passengers Only” escalator, grabbed her carry-on and headed out the door.    At the ladies room she took the bag and the dress I brought and went in to change.   What emerged was the luscious, gorgeous, sexy N of my dreams.   The new dress that I had bought was becoming but definitely not conservative.   The deep red fabric stopped 8 inches above her knee.   While not tight, it gripped and accentuated her high round afro ass.   The full row of buttons stopped mid-chest highlighting her ample cleavage.   She looked good enough to eat and I planned to.   N was in town for a short vacation of fun, frolic and a libation odyssey but first we planned an exceptionally sexy kickoff.   On the way to our first adventure, I fondled N’s knee and unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress.   This was not lost on the truck and high profile drivers passing on the right.   As N arched her back and stretched, they looked Ankara bayan escort down with lustful envy.   She had removed her bra when she changed in the airport and it was easy to reach across and fondle her nipples.   Our only concern was distracting the big rigs and causing an accident.   The parking lot of the adult complex was not crowded.   There couldn’t have been too many patrons in the store, arcades or theater judging by the number of cars parked in the lot.   It was mid afternoon.   If the action was slow, we could always return after dinner.   All eyes focused on N as she sauntered into the video store.   The clerk smiled knowingly.    Two twenty-something patrons followed her in.     I called N’s attention to a video on the lower shelf and told her not to bend her knees when bending down to check it out.   The resulting view from both front and back was glorious.   The dress – although buttoned back up – dropped open to reveal her large, loose breast.   At the same time her perfect brown thighs – all the way up to her thong clad fanny – came into view. Escort bayan Ankara   The clerk and both patrons froze to look at N’s display.   We wandered around the store, pretending to shop.   N casually smiled at each of the patrons.   When I asked the clerk for two theater tickets he said, “The lady’s is on the house.”   We entered the pitch black theater and stood against the back wall while our eyes adjusted to the darkness.   On the screen was the usual.   A blonde with big tits was on her knees sucking a thick, long black dick while getting plowed from behind by another equally endowed participant.   We settled in on a large bench – me against the wall with N on the outside and two empty seats between her and the aisle.   There were theater seats in front and standing room between the back of the bench and the back wall.   We began watching the movie while our eyes became accustomed to the dim light from the screen.   The only other patron was a tall, well built blond guy sitting a few rows down, rubbing his crotch while watching the movie.   I put my Bayan escort Ankara arm around N and she laid her head on my shoulder.   I unbuttoned two more buttons on her red dress and fondled her right breast.   She moaned and looked up for a kiss.   As I gently massaged her now pert nipple, she turned toward me giving me better access to her breast.   N’s groans and sighs had our other theater occupant looking back occasionally.   During an unusually long stare, I beckoned with my right index finger– which was out of N’s sight—inviting him to join us.     After several times, he got up and moved a row closer.   He was in his fifties, tall, and handsome.   I whispered to N asking her what she thought.   She sighed and focused on our activities.   After watching us continue our heavy petting, he ventured into our row.   I motioned for him to leave an empty seat to N’s right.   When he sat down, she noticeably tensed but didn’t look at him or say anything.     I moved my attention to her knee.   After stroking and squeezing it for a while, I unfastened two more buttons and moved my hand upward.   Our new friend moved a seat closer, unzipped his pants and started stroking his large white cock.   This was not lost on N.     While staring straight ahead pretending to watch the movie, she excitedly whispered, “He has his penis out!!”   I could tell she was sneaking glances at his play out of the corner of her eye.

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