Take Her Down to Paradise City Pt. 1

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Lena sat on her couch, excitedly opening the package from her aunt back home. Her birthday had been a month ago, but there had been some issues shipping this “mystery present”. As Lena carefully extracted the hand-wrapped gift from within the bubble-wrap-lined box, she smiled.”Thank you, Aunt Margaret…” she said to no one. She lived alone since breaking up with her fiancé, Collin. Due to this, she felt a bit lonely sometimes, but her family back home had really come through for her. They had all called or sent her a card on her birthday and had been there for her since she’d kicked the cheating creep out. And now her Aunt Margaret’s “mystery present” had finally arrived.As Lena tore open the wrapping paper, she noticed the weight of the package. Whatever it was, it felt strangely heavy yet light at the same time; almost trying to lift off of her lap, while at the same time pressing down firmly on her thighs. Finally, the paper was removed and the last box opened. Lena paused.”What the…?” she muttered aloud as she lifted a miniature, antique jukebox from the box. It was candy-apple red with the classic gold and wood trim. It seemed to be in pristine condition, and if she believed the label on the back, it was made in 1989 in Chicago. As she turned the odd present over in her hands, she wondered what made her aunt choose this piece. It was beautiful, yes, but why for Lena?Then she noticed that there was a card in the box that read “This jukebox works perfectly and will play 30 songs, but the best one is Track

3. Play it and you’ll see why. If you can handle it.””‘If I can handle it’?” she pondered quietly to herself. Lena noticed, however, that the flap inside that bore the number 13 was also labeled “Guns N Roses: Paradise City”. Thinking to herself that it was a pretty good song, she pressed the button to play the song. As the first note hit, the room trembled slightly. The sounds flowed out of the machine like water, clear and fluid. They resonated through her apartment and reverberated off the walls. Then, as the lyrics started, thick green smoke started to pour out of the speakers of the jukebox. Lena screamed and scrambled away, her back pressed against the wall as she stared, open-mouthed at the sight before her.The smoke that came out of the jukebox formed into a cloud in the middle of her living room, settling down on the coffee table. When the smoke finally cleared, there sat a man on her table, clad in faded blue jeans, a black t-shirt, Converse sneakers and a leather jacket. His fingers bore several rings and there hung a chain from his neck. His head was tilted down as he examined the still blaring music Ankara bayan escort player, turning it over carefully in his hands. Lena could not see the man’s face, as his long hair kept it hidden from her. Finally, the strange man looked up at her. “Aah, so you must be my new master.” he said matter of factly, standing to his feet as he set the jukebox back down on the table gently. “My name is Arion, formerly of Kalokairi, Greece.” he spoke with a strange accent, like he was from many different places, all muddled together. “Or more recently, Boston, Massachusetts.” he added, bowing to Lena, his hands folded in front of his chest. “Your wish is my command.””What the hell just happened?!” Lena shrieked.He looked at her for a moment and sighed. “Perhaps I should explain further.” He walked toward her and sat down at her dining room table, holding out his hand toward the jukebox. Lena stared in a silent scream as it lifted off the table and levitated across the room to land in front of him on the table. “Please sit down, Master.” he gestured to the chair nearest her as it slid away from the table for her to sit down.The terrified woman practically fell into the chair, her legs to weak to hold her up anymore. She clutched the armrests and cowered against the back of the chair. “Wha… who… what are you?” she whispered, her voice trembling.”As I said before, my name is Arion.” he replied calmly, as if these things happened every day. “And I am jynn. Your wish is my command.””Jynn? …You’re… a genie?” she wanted to think he was lying, but after the display she’d just witnessed, she was pretty convinced. “Like… three wishes, magic lamp… genie?””Yes, Master. I once resided in an old oil lamp, but then one of my previous masters decided that it was too… how did she describe it… ‘cliché’? So I changed my prison to a jewelery box to better suit her. That was in 1925. Then in 1956, my master bid me to change the box to an American football. That was… much less than pleasant. In the summer of 1986, however… that was when I met my most recent master, who was a musician. I helped him gain fame and fortune, and when our time together ended, he presented me with the jukebox. I made it smaller so as to be portable, and I made it my new home. It is still a prison, but he was kind to me in that it has music inside of it. I thoroughly enjoyed my years with him. He showed me modern American culture. And what mortals call ‘rock and roll’. For that, I am eternally grateful to him.”Lena just gaped at him as the sounds of Paradise City faded out from the jukebox. Arion sighed and leaned Escort bayan Ankara forward in his seat.”I take it you are having trouble believing me, Master. Understandable, but I assure you: I truly am a genie and you are my Master. I will grant you any wish your heart desires.” “You’re… really a genie. And you’re gonna’ grant me any three wishes I want?” she asked. Arion simply nodded. She took another look at this magical being sitting at her dining table, noticing his long dark hair, bronze Mediterranean tan and deep, blue eyes. He had smooth features and a thin goatee, perfectly groomed. His neck looked taut and muscular and his gaze was captivating, the blue of his eyes hypnotizing her. From what she could see of him under his leather jacket and his faded Van Halen t-shirt – How random is that? she thought – he looked to have a well muscled upper body.As her gaze traveled down his body, it lingered on his thighs, the denim stretched tight over the hard muscle. Lena was shocked when she realized that she was checking out this strange being… and liking what she saw! Blushing, she looked back at his face, his eyes looking straight into her’s.”Does this form please you, Master?” he asked her.”Uh… I, uh…” she stammered, her cheeks going from pink to crimson. “I can change it if you wish, Master.” he offered, straightening up in his chair.”Uh, no. You look fine.” she stammered, attempting to calm her heart rate.”As you wish, Master.””Uh, you can call me Lena.” she told him awkwardly. She wasn’t comfortable with people calling her “Master”.Now the rocker genie faltered. “But… you are my master. …Shouldn’t I address you as such? My master who enjoyed football was keen on it, and the woman before him insisted on ‘Mistress’ or ‘Madam LeVesque’. Would you prefer something else?””Just… Lena.” she replied, “Call me Lena.””Very well, Mistress Lena.” he replied, once again bowing to her. “Are you ready to make your first wish?””Uh… close enough.” she mumbled. Then a thought occurred to Lena. “Anything I want?” she asked him, starting to get excited at the possibilities.”Your wish…” he said, standing up and removing his jacket, baring his tanned, muscled arms and toned upper body, “is my command.”Lena gazed hungrily at his body, suddenly forgetting all about wishing for piles of money and a new car. It occurred to her that there was something else she wanted. Something she’d not had in three months….”Arion…” she began, “take off your shirt.”He looked deep into her eyes with a knowing look. “As you command, Mistress Lena.” With that, he pulled the vintage t-shirt over Bayan escort Ankara his head and draped it over the chair where his jacket was. Lena gasped softly. His chest was perfectly chiseled, his pectoral muscles smooth and taut. The skin of his body was a golden brown. His stomach was tight and toned, with his abdominals clearly visible. His shoulders were broad, traps well formed between his shoulders and neck, his dark hair falling around his shoulders in curls.”You’re… bloody gorgeous.” she whispered, still starting at him.”What further would you wish of me… Lena?” Arion asked softly. She looked back into his face at the sound of her name, sans the title.”Well…” she began again, “if I were to wish for the greatest lover of all time… what could you do about that?” she asked, looking the genie in the eye.”Well, Mistress Lena…” he began, taking a small step closer, “that depends. What were you hoping for?””Surprise me…” she replied, biting her lip in anticipation. Then, taking a deep breath, she whispered, “I wish for the greatest lover of all time, who will love me and take care of me… in every way.””Your wish…” he uttered, voice deeper and more sonorous than usual “is my command.”Lena held her breath… and glanced around… blinked a few times… but Arion just stood there. No gestures, no flash of light, no fancy smoke, nothing. What the…? she thought to herself.”Um… Arion?” she began, looking around. “…Nothing happened.””Of course something did, Mistress Lena.” he replied simply. “I’m here, aren’t I? The best way I can assure that your wish will be granted is, well… how do they put it…? ‘If you want something done right… do it yourself.’ Do I have that right?””You mean… you’re gonna’… oh.” she was stunned and could feel her face turning a deep crimson.”Yes, Mistress Lena.” he replied, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck. “I am going to grant your wish… personally.” That said, he took the few steps to her and pressed his hard body close against her’s. Leaning in, he softly kissed her neck, just below her ear.Lena shuddered. With a slight start, she realized she was suddenly naked, as was the man kissing her. She could feel every smooth, toned muscle of his warm body against her’s, the scent of his skin intoxicating her mind.His lips moved to her’s, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. Lena moaned into Arion’s mouth, feeling her entire body tingling at his touch with strange sensations in her skin where he touched her. One moment it was a shocking chill, making her tense, followed by a deep warmth, releasing the tension from her muscles as their tongues danced together.”Arion…” she whispered into his mouth, gasping at the sensations, some of which were completely new to her. She was quickly becoming so overwhelmed, she could not form the words. However, with a genie, no words are really needed.Lena suddenly found herself in her bed, but it felt different than her bed usually did.

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Blessing of the Wood (Pt. 3 of 3)

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Terra looked at her phone, saw that it was just after eight, and tossed her book away with a scowl. I can’t believe he’s doing this again.His slow responses to her texts and the occasional missed call were something she’d grown to accept, but the last few days were too much. She popped out of bed and stomped down the hall.“Honey, are you okay?” her mother asked as they met each other near the back door.“I don’t want to talk about it,” Terra grumbled as she walked outside.She purposely steered away from the clearing where the family usually gathered, and made her way deep enough into the trees to gain some privacy. Beneath the boughs of a huge pine, she pulled out her phone and called Keith.She barely let him answer before asking, “When were you planning to call me back?”“I forgot. Give me a break.”His distracted tone and lack of an apology reminded her of every little inconsiderate thing he’d done recently, and something inside her snapped.“It seems like all you do is forget lately. First it was coming out to the lake. Then I call you and you say you’re sick. When I call to check on you, I can’t get hold of you and I’m worried to death. Is it too much to ask to call me back when you told me you were going to?” The last hovered tantalizingly close to a shout.“Sorry, okay. Why don’t I come pick you up?”“And what? Go back to your place and fuck? That’s all you seem to care about any more. It’s all I can do to get a text out of you unless it’s about having sex.”“I don’t want to fucking fight about this right now.”This time, she did shout. “Fine then.”A stab of her thumb ended the call and she closed her eyes, not sure whether to scream or cry. After a couple of minutes, she sat down hard on the carpet of pine needles and leaned back against the tree – trying to calm down.A brief chattering caused her to look up at a tree a few feet away. Two squirrels were clinging to the bark, looking at her with their tails twitching. One of them let out a series of chirping, inquisitive cries when she made eye contact.“I don’t have anything to feed you, and I’m not really in the mood,” she said when both squirrels moved down the trunk a couple of feet.She sighed when they let their tails droop before scurrying back up into the obscuring boughs.Thinking that she wouldn’t get any peace from the critters, she was about to get up and lock herself in her room when she heard rustling off to one side. Upon turning that way to discourage whatever animal was thinking of approaching her, she instead let out an aww upon seeing the tiny bunny peeking at her from the undergrowth.It had to be barely weaned from its mother, considering the size of it. It eyed her warily for a moment, and then bounded across the distance toward her. The rabbit froze just out of reach, looking at her, and then behind it, trembling all the while.“It’s okay,” she whispered while slowly extending a hand, palm up. “I won’t hurt you. You’re safe here.”The rabbit stretched its nose toward her and sniffed, then jerked away. A few moments later, it did so again, but moved closer. Slowly but surely, it moved toward her until its nose was nearly touching her fingertips.“You can come here. I won’t let anything get you,” she said as she pulled her hand back.The bunny’s ears twitched, and it suddenly leapt into the triangle formed by her crossed legs. Terra giggled and reached down to pet it. The rabbit stiffened at her first touch, but then relaxed and settled into its comfortable nest.“See, you’re okay,” she whispered as she stroked its soft fur.The bunny didn’t react when excited chatter arose from the tree where the squirrels had vanished. The pair once again scurried down the trunk, but ignored Terra. Instead, they leapt to the ground and ran toward the edge of the woods.“Hey, bushtails,” she heard Nathan say.Tracking the sound of his voice, she could just see him through the foliage. Much to her surprise, the pair of squirrels leapt onto his shoulders.“Okay, now. Calm down.” He blew out a puff of air and shook his head when one of the squirrel’s tails tickled his nose. “Here you go.”She was taken aback by the way the squirrels were reacting to him. It was a common occurrence with anyone in the family – often to the point of being downright annoying – but she’d never seen them accept anyone else so completely.Upon thinking about it, she did remember him feeding the squirrels with her brother at times, but this was something altogether different. As he fed peanuts to the perching squirrels, he made his way into the trees.“Just the two of you? Where’s everybody else at?” he asked. “You hiding back here? You weren’t shy a few minutes ago when you were jumping everywhere trying to get my attention.”She scrunched up her nose, wondering how that could be. The animals had only seemed to notice him as he was approaching. She shrugged it off, assuming it must have been some other squirrels closer to the edge of the trees.He made eye contact with her after a couple of seconds, and the squirrels sitting on his shoulders made a noise that sounded very much like laughter.“Friends of yours?” she asked, a smile spreading across her face.He chuckled and shrugged, lifting both of his shoulders’ passengers.“Friend of yours?” he asked in turn, nodding toward the bunny tucked in between her legs.“I guess so. Something scared her, and she ran over to me.”“She’s a little one,” he remarked as he walked closer. The squirrels barked in agitation and Nathan got the hint Ankara escort to shell another peanut for them.“So, what are you doing out here?”“Uhm…”Even in the fading light, she could tell he was blushing. “What?”“It’s about the game. You probably wouldn’t get it.”She rolled her eyes and sighed theatrically. “Just tell me.”“Okay. Well, I play a druid in the game. Coming out here with these guys is kind of inspiration.”“So, you’re a protector of nature, huh?”His voice dropped into a lower register and took on a noble tone when he responded, “None shall despoil this place of nature’s blessing while I and my faithful animal companions stand watch.”She giggled, and Nate’s blush deepened.“Yeah, I knew you would think it was stupid.”“No, that’s neat. You even looked different when you were talking like that.”“That’s sort of the idea. You become someone else in the game.”They both heard Dale call out, “Nathan, pizza’s done and we’re ready to go again.”“Guess I’d better get back,” he said while nodding toward the edge of the woods. He pulled a few more peanuts out of his pocket, exciting his ‘animal companions’.“Okay, bushtails, you’re going to have to work for the rest of them.” He then tossed the nuts off to the side. The two squirrels didn’t even give them time to settle before jumping down to grab one each.“Don’t suppose you have a carrot in your pocket?” Terra asked, nodding down at her own furry friend.He cleared his throat. “No, uhm…”She laughed. “I was kidding.” When she heard her brother call out Nathan’s name again, she said, “Better get going before he casts a spell on you.”“Later,” he said before making his way back out of the trees.Terra was more than a little surprised how the interruption had broken her bad mood. Thinking about it nearly turned her down that dark road again, though.Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she considered the fluffy bunny still happily nesting between her legs. She hated the thought of leaving the frightened, nearly defenseless rabbit alone again. Even as she struggled with that quandary, she felt a familiar presence.“I will watch over this one, Xanterra,” her great-grandmother said as the dryad peeked out from behind a tree. “She has wandered far, and her mother worries for her.”The rabbit perked up its ears when Xantina said something to it in a language Terra didn’t understand, but somehow felt as if she should. A second later, the bunny hopped over to the dryad and allowed her to pick it up.“So, you were here looking for her, Grandma?” Terra asked as she stood up and brushed pine needles off her bottom.“I watch over the young ones and guide them to where they should be,” the dryad said with a mischievous lilt to her voice. “Your mother worries for you, too.”“Guess I’d better go talk to her, huh?”Xantina swept over with a giggle, not answering the question, and kissed her great-granddaughter on the cheek. Graceful as a dancer, she vanished into the foliage a few seconds later.Terra found her mother standing on the porch, absently caressing the leaves of a large potted fern. Taking the initiative, she said, “Sorry, Mom,” as she walked up the steps.When her mother opened her arms, Terra settled into the hug and found she had to fight back tears.“Why don’t we go for a walk before it gets too dark?” her mother suggested.Terra sniffled and took her mother’s hand.****Driving to Keith’s the next morning, Terra was trying to keep an open mind. The walk had turned into a conversation that ended on the porch swing late in the night. It wasn’t that she hadn’t heeded her mother’s advice before, but hearing the experiences behind that knowledge put those words of wisdom in a whole new light. Her mother had been through everything she was dealing with as the popular girl in school – and more.She needed to have a serious conversation with Keith, and she had to swallow her pride. Having always been at the top of the social ladder, she’d become accustomed to guys doing anything she wanted. That long talk had made her realize that she might need to be a little more considerate if she wanted a relationship to work.The phone rang about halfway to his apartment, so she turned down the music and tapped her Bluetooth earpiece to answer.Her sister said, “Nate and Dale just came back from Parker’s Lake. Somebody’s been out there and trashed the place again.”Terra let out a growl and squeezed the steering wheel tight. “How did the cops miss them?”“I don’t know. I checked with Dad and he said that the sheriff was going to send someone out there at least once every night.”“I’m on my way to Keith’s.”“I know. Don’t worry about it. John’s coming over, and Nathan’s going to get his brother’s truck again. They don’t think it will take the four of us long to clean up. I thought you’d rather find out sooner than later.”“You’re right. No matter how things go, the last thing I would want is bad news afterwards.”“That’s what I figured. John’s here.”“Talk to you later then.”Thinking about the lake actually proved a welcome distraction. She’d begun to work herself toward an anxiety attack by mulling over what she wanted to say to Keith, and worrying about what he was going to say to her. By the time she pulled up in front of his apartment, she’d come to the conclusion that the police were going to need some help catching the culprits trashing the lakeshore.Keith’s car was in the lot and his motorcycle was parked in the shelter, so she assumed Ankara escort bayan he was home. As she walked toward the apartment building, she heard his voice. The direction told her that he was at the pool, which could only be accessed by residents. Changing course, she walked toward the fence so she could call to him to meet her at his apartment.It so happened that he was sitting on the other side of the privacy fence right where she reached it. She paused for a moment before saying anything, because he was talking to someone.“Yeah, I fucked up and Terra’s in one of her bitchy moods.”That did nothing to reassure her. She swallowed hard, thinking that bitchy was probably the perfect description for the way she’d been acting. Before she could summon up the strength to call out to him, he answered something one of his friends had said.“She’ll get over it. She can’t resist the D. At least it gets me out of that tree-hugging shit for a couple of days. Fuck, I get so sick of that shit. I take trash with me to throw out the window of the car sometimes to make up for having to throw every frikkin’ bottle or can in the right bin when she’s around. She’s lucky she’s an epic piece of ass or I’d have kicked her to the curb by now.”Terra stood on the other side of the fence in open-mouthed, stunned disbelief. She thought about screaming at him, but she was too mad for words. Instead, she spun on her heel and stormed to the car, changing his name in her phone to Fucking Jackass along the way. She sped out of the parking lot, but only a short distance down the road, she pulled over into a gas station lot. The last thing she needed was a ticket on top of what she’d just discovered.It had been a lie from day one. The first time he’d asked her out was to a tree-planting event for Arbor Day, and now she knew it had been nothing more than a calculated ruse to get into her pants. She banged her fist on the steering wheel and pinched her green eyes closed – refusing to cry.After a few minutes of cradling her face in her hands, she sucked in a deep breath and let it out as a blast. Grabbing her phone from where she’d tossed it in the passenger seat, she called her sister.“He wasn’t home?” Ella said by way of answering.Terra could hear her brother and Nathan talking in the background as they picked up trash at the lake.“Yes, he was home.”As much as she knew her sister had never liked Keith, there was genuine sympathy in Ella’s voice when she said, “I’m sorry. What happened?”“I don’t want to talk about it right now. I’m too mad, and I’ll look like some kind of crazy woman screaming into my phone. Feel like a camp out?”After a brief pause, Ella said, “That went by a little fast.”“I’m trying to avoid that jackass, and I need something positive to do. I want to camp out somewhere near the beach and try to catch whoever’s been making that mess there.”“Hang on a second.” Terra could hear the wind blowing and the sound of her brother talking fade into the distance. “Tonight?” Ella asked when she stopped.“Every night until we can call the cops to come bust them.”“I’ve got plans with John tonight.”She knew it would be painful to watch her sister and John enjoying each other’s company, but still suggested, “Maybe he’ll want to come. He was in Scouts, right?”“No, I mean I have plans.”Terra’s eyes shot wide open when the significance of her sister’s emphasis on plans hit her. Things between the two were moving even faster than she’d realized. “Oh! Oh, okay.”“Maybe Dale will come out with you?” Ella suggested with an apology in her voice.“He has that Scout camp out.”“Oh yeah. Nathan? I really don’t think you should be out here alone. I mean, I’ll come out tomorrow, but…”“It’s okay. I guess I could ask Nathan. One way or another, I’m staying out there tonight.”“You want me to say something to him? See if he has any plans?”“I guess. I’m going back to the house. I feel like I need a shower right now.”“Okay. Mom stayed home today.”Terra suppressed a groan. As much as she appreciated her mother helping her sort through her feelings the night before, she didn’t really want to go through it again.“Thanks for warning me.”“If you need someone to talk to, I’m here.”“I know. Good luck tonight.”“Thanks. I’ll talk to Nathan.”She hung up and decided she was at least calm enough to drive rationally. She started out planning things she would need that night, but after a minute or two, her brain went numb. She drove the rest of the way home on autopilot, her thoughts a slow moving, incoherent mess.Her mother was watering a Ficus tree when Terra walked in. A sigh escaped the older woman because she knew her daughter’s early return didn’t bode well. But, rather than asking what happened, she pointed at the end table near the couch instead.Terra looked and saw a movie she’d wanted to see that had just come out on Blu-ray. “Thanks, Mom,” she said as she picked it up.“Actually, Nathan brought it over for you,” Brooke said as she moved to a huge, bushy red Geranium in the corner. The plant had started as a single bloom Terra had brought home from school for Mother’s Day years and years before.Terra’s phone rang, and her vision went red when she saw Keith’s new name on the display. She hurled her phone at the couch.“I swear all guys are thoughtless assholes who only care about one thing.”Her mother’s eyebrows twitched upward and she asked, “All?” while nodding to the Blu-ray Terra was gesturing with Escort Ankara as she fumed.It took a second or two to sink in, but then Terra shook her head and said, “Nathan doesn’t count.”“And why’s that? He’s a guy, isn’t he?”“He’s… He’s Nathan. Come on, Mom. He’s a nerd.”“Well, so was your father.”“He still is.”Brooke chuckled. “Yes, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. At least nerds aren’t completely full of themselves when it comes to relationships. They listen, learn, and… Well, let’s say they’re very attentive to your needs once they get over being backward.”“Eww – Mom.” Seeing her parents nude on a regular basis was one thing, but that was something entirely different.Her mother giggled. “Well, it’s true. I’m just saying that maybe you should consider looking past bad clothes, a bad haircut, and lack of social skills. Those are things you can fix in a man. You can’t fix stupid, self-centered asshole.”The surprise of hearing her mother so casually toss that curse out caught Terra off balance, and she couldn’t think of a thing to say.“Just something to think about,” her mother said as she moved to the nearly identical Geranium on the other side of the doorway – nurtured from the plant Ella had brought home the same year. “If you need to talk, I’m right here. Any time.”“Okay. I’m going to go take a shower.”“You could always take a nice long bath in our bathroom if you want,” her mother called after her as she headed into the hall.The thought of that was enough to make her take her mother’s advice once again.****Old man Parker looked dubious as Terra explained what she planned to do. He confirmed it when she finished by saying, “I don’t know. Don’t seem real safe to me.”“We’re not going to confront them or anything. We’ll be able to see anybody coming way before they could see us. We’re just going to call the police and come straight back up here,” Terra tried to reassure him.“Y’all are bound and determined, ain’t ya?”She nodded and scowled. “I’m tired of some jerks ruining it for everyone else.”“They’re trespassing if they go past the gate. That’s all we need to see. We don’t actually have to wait for them to get there,” Nathan added.“Hmm…” The old man scratched his chin and pursed his lips. “Well, I suppose it’s all right. If it was anybody but you, I’d say no. Y’all have always had uncommon good sense.”You might not think that if you knew the jerks I dated, Terra thought bitterly. “Thanks, Mr. Parker. We’ll catch them, and that should scare anybody else off for a while.”She then turned to Nathan. “Let’s get the stuff out of the car.”“Come here for a second, son,” Mr. Parker asked.He nodded and told Terra, “Be right there.”Terra gathered up her pack and tent, putting them on the roof of the car. She then pulled out Nathan’s gear as well, just in time for him to reach the car. She could see that he was blushing.“What?” she asked.“Nothing,” he said, and picked up his pack.“What is it? You’re as red as a stop sign.”He knew her well enough to understand that she was going to get an answer, whether he liked it or not. “Well… Uhm… Mr. Parker was just telling me that… Uhm…”“Spit it out, Nate.”He answered under his breath in a rush of words, “He said, no hanky-panky.”She chuckled, and couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Well, he doesn’t have to worry about that.”“That’s what I said,” Nathan agreed as he grabbed his tent.“Let’s get set up before it gets dark.”Both experienced campers, they had their tents up well before the sun sank below the horizon. They’d chosen a spot at the base of the trail that led back up to Mr. Parker’s home, which was well-obscured by shrubs and the abundant growth of cattails along the edge of the lake. Despite the full moon, there was little to no chance of anyone seeing them from across the water, but they could see the beach perfectly.Terra sat down in front of her tent. “Now I guess we wait. Have any good campfire stories to tell?”“We don’t have a campfire,” he said as he sat down as well. He winced and pulled a stick out from under him that he’d somehow missed while clearing the area of debris.Terra leaned over and slapped him on the arm. They both chuckled and she said, “Seriously.”“Well, I guess I could tell you about one of our epic adventures in the game.”Terra shrugged. “Sure. Why not.”Nathan cleared his throat and began, “It was an inauspicious beginning, to be sure. Mikhale knew there was something odd about the travelers he and his companions passed on the road just before dusk. The winds spoke of ill omens, and the very grass the men sat upon seemed to reject them.”At first, it was all Terra could do to hold back giggles. The archaic language tickled her, and Nathan had taken on a tone that sounded little like him. As the story continued, that changed.She realized that Nathan had sucked her in when she gasped at his description of a sudden attack. The cadence of his voice had an almost hypnotic effect, and he was doing different voices for all the characters. He was painting such a vivid picture with his words that she sat enthralled, hanging on his every word.He finished the story and she shook her head as she slipped out of the trance. “So, wait. You pretty much ended up right back where you started. It was a wild goose chase.”Nathan shook with quiet laughter. “Yep. But, hey, we got rid of some bad dudes. The roads are a little safer, and we had some gold in our pockets.”“And all you fought were some bandits and monsters. Where do the dragons in Dungeons and Dragons come in?”“My rule of thumb if you encounter a dragon is split up, run like hell, and hide in the deepest hole you can find. We treat dragons like truly epic creatures. With most characters, you’re either beneath their notice, or you’re probably a dragon Lunchable.”

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“Congratulations, you have just bought a new house,” Cyndi my real estate agent said as she handed me the keys to the house. “Thank you,” I smiled. We were inside the house. She stood close to me as I took another look around. It was a lovely house with four rooms, all of which were on the upper floor. It was an old house that was built in the early 1900’s. I had requested some slight modifications to make it more modern also to make it seem less gloomy.The long black drapes that were over all the windows were gone, now there were blinds with cream colored curtains. The walls had been repainted a clear white instead of that awful dark blue color that I first saw. The wooden rails that went up both sides of the staircase had been polished, some of the individual wooden posts had to be replaced.”I am sure your wife would like all the changes you have done,” Cyndi said.”Yes I think she will, she didn’t like the pictures I had sent her,” I replied. “She said it was too dark in here. She also said it was too Gothic. Those were her exact words.”Cyndi nodded. I had hired Cyndi as my real estate agent based on the picture she had sent me with her work profile. There was something about her smile that made me want to trust her. From the very first day we met we had hit it off, she had a pleasant personality that won me over. Not once throughout the whole house hunting adventure had she ever complained or lost composure even when my demands were outrageous. Cyndi had traveled with me across two states to find the right home. Cyndi was taller than me and was much bigger than my wife in every aspect. She had straight brown hair and green eyes which I suspected to be colored contacts. She hid her weight well by wearing long solid colored skirts. “Well,” Cyndi said breaking the silence. “I am glad I finally found a house for you,” she said with that smile.”Thank you for putting up with all of our requests,” I said as we shook hands.She walked out of the door leaving me alone in the house. I walked around checking all the rooms once more, just to make sure that everything was just as I wanted it. The old style furniture had been taken out. The new furniture Gloria, my wife, had ordered would be arriving in a few days. So most of the house was empty except for the main bedroom.I walked upstairs, but as I stepped on the stairs, I heard a sound coming from one of the steps. I stepped back and forth trying to find the one that was making the noise. Finally, I found it. I made a mental note to tell the supervisor that I had hired to fix things around the house about the loose step as soon as I saw him again.I walked into my new bedroom then turned on the computer. I had brought only my computer, a bed and a closet for my clothes with me. I set up the bedroom the way I liked it. I knew Gloria would want to decorate the rest of the house the way she wanted it. I checked all my emails than began to get to work on my book. I had recently retired from being a detective in a major city, moving out of the city and out into the country was a big thing for my wife and me. Now I had the time to finish my book.A message popped up on my screen letting me know that Gloria was online. I opened up the window and saw my wife’s lovely face.”Hi Sweetie,” she said.”Hi,” I replied.We talked about the usual husband and wife things. Mostly about her getting ready to move out here with me. We had met online a few years ago, after a while we decided to meet up in Vegas it was the first time we had seen each other in person. It was there that on the spur of the moment we got married, it was going on three years since that night. Moving in together was going to be a significant change for the both of us since we never actually lived together. She was a lawyer in a well-known law firm, on the other side of the state. I until recently owned a house and had a very busy and stressful job. I had sold the house and was now looking forward to spending the rest of my life with her.”Did they get rid of those horrible drapes?” she asked.”Yes, they are gone as well as all the other things you didn’t like,” I said with a half smile. Sometimes Gloria was a bit much to handle. “Good they were dreadful looking,” she said shaking her short blonde hair.Gloria’s job kept her very busy, so she didn’t come along with me to look at the houses. Anytime I thought of buying a house Cyndi, and I would take as many pictures of it inside and out, then send them to her. She always said if she hated it or loved it. This house was the only exception; I had fallen in love with it the moment I saw it. It was off of a path from the road. No one could see it from the road. It was lovely and peaceful. Of course, Gloria hated it from the first picture that we sent but it was my money, so I put my foot down. I would make any changes she wanted, but this was the house.”Oh I have something to show you,” she said as she got up.She disappeared from the screen for a while before returning. A big Ankara escort smile crept across my face as I saw the new bra she had bought, it cupped her big boobs very nicely. Even though they were fake, I still loved them.”I can’t wait to see it in person,” I smiled as she sat down.”You mean you can’t wait to take it off and fuck my tits,” she said shaking her head. “I know what you meant,” she said with a sly look on her face. “You naughty old man.””Guilty as charged,” I said.There was a twenty-three age gap between the two of us I had just turned fifty-two. Some people stared at us when we were together, but it didn’t bother us. She was a hot blonde, and I was a graying old man. I just thought they were jealous of our relationship. Then she looked at me with an angry look. “You should have told me you had company!” she said. “I don’t want to show my tits to everyone.””What do you mean? I am alone in the house.””Well, who is that behind you?”I quickly turned around looking at the doorway to my room, but there was no one there. The house was now pitch black as night had come.”Babe, there is no one here,” I replied.”Andy, there was someone there I am telling you,” she said.I looked back again. There was still no one there. I knew that she wouldn’t believe me unless I went to take a look.”I will look again maybe one of the construction guys were working late and was looking for me to get out or something,” I said just to calm her down.I walked out of the room, looking down the stairs then down the hall to the other rooms. No one was around. I walked back in then sat back down.”See honey. There is no one here except me,” I said sitting down.”When you left someone was in the room,” she said. “Look.”She sent me a screenshot from her camera. The hair on my back stood on end, as I looked at it. There I was standing out in the hallway, but inside of the doorway, there was a shadow of a person standing behind me. I quickly turned around, but nothing was there.”I will get to the bottom of it,” I said.I quickly closed the window to the video chat. I didn’t want her to see that I was concerned. I went into my closet getting out my pistol and flashlight. I searched every room in the house one by one, closing the door behind me as I left each one.When I got into the kitchen, I heard the creaking of the loose step from the stairs. I ran out into the living room and looked up the stairs every door that I had closed was now open.”Okay, who is there!” I yelled out loud.There was no answer. I began to feel cold as if all the heat had been sucked out of the room. When I started to go up the stairs, there was a loud knock on the door which made me jump. I nearly dropped everything in my hands.”Police, we got a call about a home invasion?” the voice said from behind the door.I breathed a sigh of relief, putting away the pistol I walked over to the door and opened it. “Hello officers,” I said greeting two officers as they entered my house.”Your wife called, she said she saw someone in the house, while you were chatting online?” one of the officers said as he looked around.”Yeah I think she is a bit paranoid,” I shrugged. “You got here fast.”The both of them were looking around to see if there was any sign of someone causing me to change the subject. I knew the routine by heart.”There was a report about kids street racing along the north road, which isn’t too far from here,” the other officer replied.”Are you alone in the house sir?” the first officer asked. He looked me in the eyes, to see if I would show any signs of fear.”Yes, just me,” I replied.The very moment I said that one of the doors upstairs slammed shut, then one after the other they all slammed closed. The three of us drew our guns out and pointed them up the stairs.”Sir?” one of the officers said. “Your weapon?””I am a retired detective all of my paperwork is in order, but it is upstairs,” I said handing over my gun.The other officer started to walk up the stairs.”Mind if we go outside, while my partner searches the house?” the officer asked.”Not at all,” I replied. “My paperwork is by my computer.”We went outside to talk. He called the station with all the information I had verbally given him. He nodded to me as they had verified that I was telling the truth.”It’s all clear, even the attic,” the other officer said as he walked outside toward us. When he stepped down the last step.The front door slammed shut behind him.”What the hell!” the officer I was speaking to said.We looked at where he was looking. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Someone was standing in front of the window that was in the living room.”Up there,” the other officer pointed.Three of the windows closest to us had shadow figures looking down at us. I couldn’t make out their faces, but I could tell they were angry. “I just checked all of those rooms,” the officer said.As suddenly as they had appeared, they were gone. The officers looked back at me. I didn’t know what to say. I had Ankara escort bayan just bought a haunted house.”Do you have a place to stay for the night?” one of them asked.”I have money for a hotel, but it’s in there,” I said scared not knowing what to think.There was no way I was going back in there. I wasn’t that dumb. The front door opened slowly I shook my head in disbelief. The three of us stood there waiting for something to come outside.”I do not advise you to go back in there,” one of the officers said.”I don’t recommend anyone going back in there. At least until daylight,” I replied.I had spent many years on the force in that time I had seen the worst of humanity. I could honestly say I had never been this scared. As we all watched the door, looking into the darkness of the house. One of the figures appeared at the living room window. It was looking directly at me. I could see that it was a female she looked like she was in her mid-thirties.I couldn’t believe that I was profiling a ghost. She had long black hair, but her face was what caught my attention. Her eyes were as black as coal. Her skin was pale white. The thing that gripped me the most was that she was smiling while she was looking at me.”Sir?” one of the officers said.I snapped myself back to reality shaking myself free from whatever had come over me. I had been walking back into the house and was close to the first step. I ran back to the cruiser. The lady went away, and the door slammed back shut.”We will put you up somewhere for the night,” one of the officers stated.It was just after midnight when I waved goodbye to the officers as they left the parking lot of the motel. One of the officers knew the owner well enough to let me stay a few nights. The parking lot was empty except for two semi trucks in the far back. I got into my room that was on the second floor. The door to my room faced the road. Luckily it didn’t seem like a busy down. I took one last look at the parking lot. I had a feeling someone was watching me. The curtains were a crimson red; the carpet was a brown color, although it could have been any color as it was mostly stained with dirt and scuff marks from shoes now. The walls seemed like they used to be a white or cream color. Now they looked almost yellow. Both the bathtub and the sink had seen better days as the white color was losing a battle with the dark brown of the rust.I sat down on the bed with my head in my hands wondering what I was going to do next. I had no laptop, my cell phone, and everything else was back at the house. The haunted house that I had bought with all of my money. I couldn’t just leave it. I had nowhere to go. Maybe I could stay with Gloria until I sold the house. I was sure I could sell it to one one of those haunted house fan sites. I laid back on the bed and began to drift asleep.I woke up later that night; I turned to look at the time it was just past three in the morning. I was freezing, I rolled back over to look at the thermostat, the red numbers on the unit said a warm seventy-two. Why was I so cold? Then I remembered the house and how it had got cold very fast. My heart started to beat faster. Were they here? Had they followed me? Then I felt something it felt like someone was climbing into the bed right behind me.’Don’t turn around,’ the voice in my head said.I was lying on my side facing the door. I wanted to make a run for it. The feeling got more intense as the other end of the bed began to get colder. Was it the lady from the window? If I turned around would she put me under her spell again with those dark, sinister eyes?’Don’t run. Close your eyes,’ the voice in my head said.How could I just go to sleep? There was someone or something in the bed. The door seemed so far away now. I trusted my instincts as I always had in the past. I closed my eyes and pulled the covers as tight as I could to my chest.The morning came fast. I woke up startled as I heard a door slam closed. I quickly got out of bed then looked back at it. There was no one there. I walked around to the other side placing my hand on the covers they felt cold. I shook my head. I had to do something, but I didn’t know what. I walked into the bathroom but checked behind the dark gray shower curtain before entering. I took the quickest and hottest shower any person could take. I walked out of the bathroom to get dressed not looking in the mirror. When I came back into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I almost fell backward. Written in the foggy mirror was words that scared me to the core.You should have come back in. MI hurried out of the room and down the stairs into the lobby. I just wanted to be near other humans that were still alive. The old man at the desk was watching the news. I picked up the newspaper trying to find anything related to my house.The officers had said that they were going to get other officers to help them take another look. They thought it could be some local teens Escort Ankara playing a joke. “Its a damn shame,” the man said.”What is?” I asked as I looked back at the television.I dropped the newspaper, pictures of the two officers were at the bottom of the screen. Their cruiser had hit a tree. The headline at the bottom of the television screen read that they were both dead. I took a step back. It had to be a coincidence.”Turn it up please?” I asked.The lady that was speaking said that the investigation had revealed that the cruiser was traveling back to town coming from the north road, suddenly losing control then hit the tree head-on at a high rate of speed.The north road I thought to myself. Were they coming back into town from my house? Was it just a coincidence? Was that the meaning behind the warning in the mirror? Did those officers die because of me? I knew I should tell someone, both as a citizen and as a former officer of the law.But being a former officer, I knew what they would say. Without proof I had nothing. It was an accident no more no less. I looked back at the screen. I shook my head as I looked at the two officers.”Is there a library around here, or a place that I can see records of all the buildings in this town?” I asked the man.”Sure the library should have all that,” he said.He gave me a map of the town. The library was well within walking distance. I began walking over there as I walked I looked at the people of this town. Most of them were old. There were a few young people. Everyone seemed to be watching me. No, they weren’t just looking or curiously watching, they were staring. Their cold eyes followed me, judging me like I was an outsider bringing trouble to their small town.I found the library. It was a small building standing all by itself. It had the appearance as if it had been a school or something else in the past.”Hi,” I said to the lady behind the counter. “I just purchased a house and would like to see any records that you have on it.””Which house,” the lady said without looking up at me.I told her about my house and the location. She looked up at me. There was fear in her eyes. I had seen that look over a thousand times.”You bought the Wilkenson house?””Yes, but I didn’t…””Someone sold you that house?” she said standing up.She was an elderly lady. Her white hair was back in a bun. She looked at me through thick glasses with a metal trim. “What can you tell me?” I asked.She looked around as if looking for someone then she stopped as she looked out the window. I followed her gaze, but I saw nothing.”Nothing, I can tell you nothing,” she said shaking her head as she sat back down. “Is there something I can read?” I asked”Over there,” she blindly pointed to a section of the library. “Wilkinson house, Brian and Jamie Wilkinson,” she said stuttering. “Now leave me alone.”The inside of the library looked just as old as the outside. The building itself was falling apart there were cracks in the wall as well as missing tiles on the ground it even smelled old. The windows had an arch around them with low hanging dark brown curtains.I walked over to the section pulling out a large black book. It was a book filled with the history of the founding members of this town. The pages were brittle to the touch I turned them as softly and slowly as I could. I scanned through it looking for the names she had mentioned. Finally, I found a few black and white pictures of my house. Brian and his wife Jamie were two of the founding members. Along with a few other couples, they had all built their houses and began to make a life for themselves. Soon after they had finished their houses, they all started to have children to expand their families. I sat back in the chair. Brian and Jamie had twin girls both with jet black hair. There was a black and white picture of the two girls standing in front of the house, with short white dresses. The girls had a blank look about them. As I was reading, I felt the same cold creep over me the same cold I had felt in the hotel room and back at the house.”You have to go,” the lady from behind the counter said, she was standing near me. I looked up at her. She was visibly shaking.I nodded as I stood up. “I want to check out this book.””I don’t care, take it and go!”She hurried me out of the library. I looked back at the small library through the windows. I stopped walking then ran back to the door knocking on it as hard as I could.”I said you have to go,” she yelled.”They are inside!” I yelled.I had seen Brian as well as Jamie through the window. They were inside the library. There was silence then the door slowly opened. I walked inside.”What did you do?” I said to the figure of an old man. The other shadow that I had seen was gone.He was speaking to me with a smile on his face. A horrible, gruesome smile. His eyes were pitch black just like the other woman. His hair was white.Even though he was speaking to me, I couldn’t hear anything he was saying. I looked over the counter I could see the body lying on the floor. Her eyes were slightly open, and she was trying to say something when I got close enough to hear what she was saying she had stopped.”Why?” I yelled. But the ghost was gone.When the paramedics came, they said she had died of a heart attack.

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Jess-Belle opened the door, something she’d never dared do on a night like this. It was easier than she expected, but a knot of fear still drew tight in her stomach.The little clock on the mantle chimed midnight. Moonlight filtered through the stirring pines. It a nice night, but no one in their right mind would be out. No one but Jess-Belle, and even she hesitated before stepping over the threshold. The door shut behind her very quietly.A dirt path led from the little cottage to the main trail and from there, eventually, to the paved road into town, but she didn’t take that. Instead she went the back way, into the woods, following a path so faint it was almost invisible. The tall trees with their old branches blocked out the sky but they couldn’t hide the silver-blue moon. Jess-Belle liked the way the moonlight gilded the tips of the pine needles and her long, filed nails. All the familiar rocks and streams and coils of underbrush along the path looked strange and new, as if the forest had taken off a mask for just one night. She was, of course, worried. Not about being out, but that Billy-Ben might not meet her after all. He too had never snuck out on Full Moon Night (even at her age Jess-Belle couldn’t help but think of the expedition as “sneaking out,” as if she were still a schoolgirl fearing her parents’ remonstrations), and he might lose his nerve. It wasn’t the idea of waiting all night that bothered her so much as the long walk back to a lonely bed and another month of anxious nights. She was too old for this feeling, but it was there anyway.She realized she was stepping softly. There was no reason to, of course. No one was around to–A dark shape appeared on the path. Jess-Belle clapped a hand over her mouth to stop her scream and hunched down in the hollow of a tree, waiting for the flare of panic in her chest to burn out. The shape was just a few feet away, crossing the path and leaving a rustle of pine needles in its wake. It was a strange thing, hunched and misshapen. Was it coming closer or going away? She couldn’t tell without peeking. Mouthing a prayer, Jess-Belle leaned around the corner…She almost laughed. It was Granny Mim, the fisherwoman from the other side of the hollow. Ankara bayan escort Her strange silhouette was due to the shawl over her head and the pack on her back. Whatever she was lugging it was big and cumbersome and it bent her double. Jess-Belle watched the fisherwoman amble off and counted two hundreds breaths from the last time she heard the old woman’s steps, and when she was certain the coast was clear she came out again.She cocked her head after Granny Mim. What was that old coot doing sneaking around on Full Moon Night, hauling God-knows-what through a neck of the woods half a mile from her creek? It was none of Jess-Belle’s business, of course. But what if…No time to wonder now; the scare had made her late. Assuming Billy-Ben was really coming, of course.She followed the trail through the oldest part of the forest and up the hillside, to the place where the trees broke and the clover grew in as soft as a feather bed. She flopped down on it just like she’d done as a little girl and looked at the night sky. The moon was like a big yellow eye. It was strange to think she’d never seen it this way before. What have you been up to on nights like this, she wondered, when I haven’t been around? Have you been keeping secrets? A shadow fell over Jess-Belle at the same time a hand touched her shoulder. She grabbed the arm and rolled over, yanking the intruder off his feet, and for a second the two of them rolled down the grade together, one tumbling over the other. When they landed Jess-Belle was on bottom, chest heaving from the struggle, and on top of her was a surprised young man–barely more than a boy–whose unruly blond hair was dotted with clover leaves from the fall. He held up one hand in a gesture of truce. “It’s me!” said Billy-Ben.”I know.””Then why’d you pull me off my feet?””You scared me. You had it coming.”For a second they stayed like that, with Billy-Ben sprawled on top. His other hand had landed just under her left breast. When he noticed it he blushed and rolled over, dusting off his shirt and breeches. Jess-Belle propped herself up on one arm and looked at him. In the moonlight he looked even younger than he was. She saw him swallow Escort bayan Ankara hard before he spoke.”I’m sorry I snuck up on you, Mrs. T–“”Call me Jess-Belle. Not Mrs. Turner.””Jess-Belle,” Billy-Ben said. “Right. I’m… I didn’t mean to scare you.””Yes you did,” Jess-Belle said. Then she snuggled up to his side. He jumped as if a bee had stung him. “You knew just what you were doing.” “Reckon I did,” he said, then went quiet. From the top of the hill they could see almost the entire valley and, distantly, the few faint lights of the town. Everything was still, as if the night was holding its breath. Jess-Belle slipped her hand into Billy-Ben’s.”Did you make it out okay?” said Billy-Ben. “I was worried…””About the werewolf?” She snarled, then giggled like a schoolgirl.”‘Course not,” said Billy-Ben, sounding almost defensive. “I meant did you have any trouble with Mr. Turner?””Mr. Turner is never home on Full Moon Night.”Billy-Ben blinked. “Why?””He’s the werewolf.” Jess-Belle looked Billy-Ben in the eyes. She held the look as long as she could before cracking up. Snorting between giggles she said, “I’m just teasing, Billy. It’s because he closes the shop in the town so late and he doesn’t want to walk all the way home after sundown on nights like this. You know how folks are: superstitious.” She laid her head on his shoulder again. “There’s no real werewolf. That’s an old folk’s story.””‘I know that,” Billy-Ben said, but there was a tremor in his voice that suggested relief. “I wouldn’t be out here if I believed, would I?” He dared give her body a little squeeze, as if to prove it. “But Mr. Turner must believe it, if he doesn’t want to walk home on Full Moon Night,” Billy-Ben added, after pondering the matter for a moment. “Maybe,” said Jess-Belle. “Or maybe he’s just got someone else he wants to spend nights like this with. None of my business. How about you, Billy? Did you have any trouble getting past your ma?”Billy-Ben rubbed the few wispy blond hairs on his chin and said, “Ma’s never home on Full Moon Night neither. She’s always out…” He stumbled for a second, then said: “She’s out working her still.”Jess-Belle sat up. “Why Billy…are you telling Bayan escort Ankara me your old ma is out moonshining?”Billy-Ben shrugged. “It’s the one night ain’t nobody’s around to catch her.” Jess-Belle giggled. Soon she couldn’t stop. “Don’t you laugh at my ma,” Billy-Ben said, but Jess-Belle shook her head between giggles.”It ain’t that I’m laughing at her. It’s just, well, your ma’s stuff really is moonshine, isn’t it? Full Moonshine!” And she pitched herself on the ground and laughed as loud as she dared, and in a minute Billy-Ben was laughing too. Then he surprised her by producing a flask from his back pocket. “It’s what’s left of what she made last Full Moon Night,” he said. “I snuck it.””Why you little devil,” Jess-Belle said. The polished flask gleamed. She took a sip and it burned all the way down. Billy-Ben reached for it but she pulled it away, teasing. “I don’t think you’re old enough for this.””I’m almost eighteen,” Billy-Ben said, sitting up a little straighter.”Then you can almost have some,” Jess-Belle said, tipping the flask a couple inches short of him and letting a few silvery drops fall onto the grass. Then she sat on his lap and draped one arm around his neck, dribbling some more of it into his mouth. He licked the burning liquor off his lips. She ran a hand through his hair. “I remember when you were just as little as a Junebug and rambling into my schoolhouse every morning.” Her lips were less than an inch from his. She smelled the liquor on his breath. “How long ago was that now, Billy? I know how many years it’s been, but how long, really?””Not sure what you mean…””It doesn’t matter. Look at the moon. You know what it means when it gets full like that? It means there’s nowhere else to go. Once it’s full it can’t get no fuller. That’s all there is.” She kissed him, tasting the liquor fire in his mouth. Her tongue darted against his. She wondered if he’d ever had a real kiss before. He was handsome, but he’d always been such a shy, bashful child that it would take an awfully determined mountain girl to get a kiss out of him. They lingered like this for a few seconds, and then the sound of something stirring in the brush made them both stop. Billy-Ben drew his arms tighter around her. “What’s that?””Some critter.”A branch snapped and something shuffled through dry pine needles. Billy-Ben swallowed. “What if it’s the werewolf?””There is no werewolf.””Course there ain’t. …but what if it’s the werewolf anyhow?”Jess-Belle squinted but couldn’t see whatever was out there.

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They Aren’t Leprachauns! – A Halloween Story

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It all started very late last summer, or perhaps I should say very early this fall. I was trying to get a very difficult article written on the Celtic myths in which humans become immortal, and my girlfriend, Annie, was feeling neglected… very neglected.I’m normally not one to refuse sex, but I had to get the article finished for my publisher, so I told her that she could speed things up by reading the article and helping me catch significant errors in my grammar or spelling. I didn’t expect her to really understand the Gaelic references or the discussions on how to translate a particular rune, but she was very aware that the epitome of my spelling proficiency is remembering that there is an R in shirt.After a few hours of silent reading, she asked, “So what’s the name for these evil Leprechauns that keep showing up in these myths? You never say what to call them.”I held up a photo of a rune stone and pointed to one of the characters. “That’s it,” I said rather dejectedly. “It is applied only to the children of this one,” I pointed to another rune, “and a member of the Fey.” I pointed to another rune and said, “That rune we know how to translate… more or less. It is usually translated as ‘fairy,’ but a better translation is ‘member of the Fey.’ It’s someone who can claim the fairy mound as their home, and that’s not always what we think of as a fairy.”Annie was still looking confused, so I continued, “Leprechauns are sort of the mules of the fairy world. They are the offspring of good and evil, but they, themselves, are neither good, nor evil. They are… ” I paused searching for the right word. “They are… are… mischievous.”“And these children are always male?” she asked.“Yes and no,” I replied. “Leprechauns are always male and always mischievous… except when they are female… and then they aren’t really Leprechauns… and they are evil.”I picked Ankara bayan escort up another picture of a rune stone. “Or at least I think they are supposed to be evil.” I pointed to the stone and said, “That’s another rune nobody can translate. It might mean evil, but it often occurs in sexual contexts.” I laughed and said, “It could just as easily mean horny.”“Why don’t we hear more about these evil female Leprechauns?” she asked.“They aren’t Leprechauns!” I said loudly, looking around to see who– or what– might have heard her. “And the wee men get a little upset if you equate the two of them. They are wee lassies and that means that they are NOT Leprechauns! There are no female Leprechauns!”I looked around again making sure that neither Danny Boy nor any of his cousins were around. “I usually just call them imps,” I said hastily. “I know that’s not a Celtic word, but it fits. They seem to be evil spirits of some sort that do another’s bidding.”I shuffled through my stack of rune stone images. “Or at least that is the prevailing theory. They seem to follow the direction of powerful women, like maybe Queen Achtland. She is one of the mortals who became immortal by marrying one of the Tuatha Dé Danann. I did a lot of research on her for this article and the imps get mentioned in one or two of her lesser-known myths.”“Maybe you should investigate them further,” Annie suggested.“I think I’ve already found everything there is to find about them,” I said, sounding very frustrated.I set down my stack of photos and copies of articles and said, “I have discovered that one of the unique things about them is that it appears they are only able to be active on Dark Night… and no, that is NOT Halloween. Celtic Dark Night is the dark of the moon following the Autumnal Equinox. It is the true day when the barrier between this world Escort bayan Ankara and the next is thinnest.“Dark Night is now less than a month away. That means it is over three weeks before October thirty-first this year. It is supposed to move around, at least on our calendar. The Romans screwed it up when they took Dark Night back to Rome and incorporated it into a harvest festival on the Roman solar calendar. But that’s the wrong day. If you want to celebrate Samhain correctly, you use a lunar calendar, not a … ”Annie interrupted me, “Don’t get going on the date of Halloween,” she said tersely. “I’ve heard it all before.” Then she added somewhat angrily, “… several times.”“OK,” I replied, trying to calm myself. “But there isn’t much to know about the Celtic imps– or whatever their true name is. The only time they are really mentioned for any length of time is in ‘The Cursed Book’ and nobody knows how to translate at least half of that section.”“Is that the book that tells you how to summon demons and stuff like that?” she asked.“Yes, it is,” I replied, “but there is no way I’m going to risk doing any of that. I’ve had enough trouble dealing with the wee folk when they drop by on their own. I don’t need to invite them– or perhaps some of the not-so-wee folk– to drop by for a visit.”“But you said they are dormant except on Dark Night,” Annie replied. “How could they be dangerous?” She was using her whine-until-she-gets-her-way voice. I knew where this was heading… and I was right.The ritual to summon the female wee person who is not a Leprechaun is rather simple. There is a standard containment circle and the right number of properly positioned charms and then some words in ancient Gaelic. That’s what really worried me. I was pretty sure about the number of charms and where to place them on the circle and how Bayan escort Ankara to interconnect them, but the Gaelic scared me.Trying to make sense out of modern Gaelic is bad enough. Pronouncing the old tongue is even worse. And it was made even harder by the fact that I was almost stuttering because I was so afraid that if I mispronounced one of the words I might end up with the White Lady herself standing in my circle.One thing I was sure of was that my puny charms and protections would have no power over the Goddess of Death and Destruction herself. But Annie kept whining, so I spread the powders and placed the charms and said the words and then waited to see if anything happened.It didn’t.Or at least I thought it didn’t.Then Annie said, “Oh, they’re so cute.” She then reached into the circle and acted like she was petting a puppy.“What are you doing?!” I yelled. “Do you know what you have just done?!” I almost screamed.“I’m just smoothing down their hair,” she answered defensively. “They are beautiful.”She looked over at me and said, “You can’t see them, can you?”I shook my head and she continued, “They look sort of like naked Tinkerbells… except they don’t have wings and they have green eyes and red hair.”“But you broke the circle,” I wailed. “They can get out.”“Yes, they can,” she said. Her voice was suddenly husky and her eyes had a faraway look.“Where are they?” I asked.“They are nuzzling and suckling on my breasts,” she said. Her breath was starting to get ragged.“It’s as if I am also naked,” she breathed out in almost a whisper. “They can reach right through my clothing. The sensations are overwhelming.”She was now lying on her back with her legs open wide. “They are soooo soft and gentle,” she said dreamily. “Their hands are so warm on my nipples,” she continued, then she gasped slightly. “And their tiny tongues feel absolutely marvelous on my love bud.”One of them had evidently moved down between her wide spread legs. I wasn’t sure what to do. I still couldn’t see anything, but her hips were starting to buck up and down as if someone had mounted her. She was also starting to moan. That moan quickly morphed into a long, loud, shrill, keening wail.

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The rumble snapped Fauna’s attention ― horse hooves pounding into hardened earth. She cautiously peered down from her cave; a cliffside hideaway perched more than ten meters above the forest floor. A golden misty glow surrounded four horsemen who came to a halt directly below. Three had crossbows at the ready while the fourth lit their path with an oil lamp. The steeds, clad in royal garb, stamped and reared nervously in place as if they sensed evil amongst them. Steam fired from their flared nostrils like dragon’s breath.   “The daemon is out here somewhere,” the lantern-holder bellowed to his men. “We shan’t return to the King without its vile head.” With a jab of their heels, the hunters thundered further into the wood. She watched until their fading shaky light was swallowed by the night.Fauna eased away from the opening, pressing her back into the cold damp granite. A sense of security uncoiled the silenced air she was holding in her lungs. Her heart felt strong and steady, but rage pumped through her veins. Heated blood radiated the faerie-wings on her back with a low pulsating iridescence. ‘Daemon’ echoed in her ear.Fae were long thought to be magical creatures, and magic brewed fear among the ignorant who sought blame for plague and famine, death and pestilence. Fear begot violence and violence brought unrelenting war ― mortal versus fae.The plan when Petra had freed Fauna from her cage was to make it to the cave. Which she had; successfully avoiding the tower guards and their threat of arrows. He would rendezvous with her soon.Fauna curled deeper into the cavern wrapping her wings around her body for warmth. Her consciousness ebbed on the edge of slumber. Both hands clutched the golden crown to her chest.She had been captured by the King’s men during a foolish bid which she hoped might rouse her downtrodden army. The mortals had secured an upper hand in the war and were pushing deeper into the forest; fae territory.In an attempt to rejuvenate the courage of her fighters, Fauna had snuck past the mortal’s front line. She flew to their village on a moonless night to steal the King’s crown. If she could bring it back to her men, it would surely revive their spirit, show them that the mortals were not invincible. But Fauna was blinded by her brazen enthusiasm and flew straight into a snare after snatching the royal jewels.She was immediately condemned to a fiery death. Her wings would be clipped and delivered to the village healer to be ground into a paste for their mythical curative powers. While Fauna awaited her fate, she was caged and brought down into the dank dungeon buried deep below Ankara escort the castle. Whispers of spirits echoed off the cold stone walls to flood her ears with haunting breaths. So many lives lost, agonizing deaths at the hands of those who sought power. She listened to their laments. A man’s voice chased the ghostly murmurs back into the shadows.  “Why do you not weep?” he asked, spinning the suspended cage only big enough for its occupant to crouch. His tone was not condescending, he seemed genuinely taken by Fauna’s fearless mettle.Fauna didn’t answer. She glared, wings glowing. She’d rip out his throat if only she could only jimmy the lock.“You are quite impressive,” he continued. “No one has ever breached our defenses and reached the King’s chamber before. You’d have gotten away with it if you weren’t so audacious.”His flattery washed over her in the same fashion that a duck’s back repels water, but she knew he was right about her lack of focus. The instant she had held the crown ― felt the power hidden within its girth ― she’d imprudently considered it a victory. Visions of her troops roaring praise in her honor had blinded her to the rudimentary snare set to catch flying fae. As if being caught wasn’t bad enough, having been snagged like a bat flitting from a belfry was demeaning.“Fuck you, mortal swine.”“I’m not your enemy here, just assigned to make sure you don’t escape.” He flashed a devious smile in the low flicker of the dungeon’s torchlight. “My name is Petra. Apprentice to the Royal Order of Kingsmen. Once I have been fully trained in the arts of battle and security, I will be assigned to stand by King Geoffrey’s side.” Pride beamed in each word. “And you might be?” “Stuck in this fucking over-sized birdcage.” She rattled the bars and twisted against them to spin away from him.They appeared to be similar in age, by looks. But fae grew at a much slower rate than mortals so where Petra appeared to be twenty-five, Fauna was ten times that in years.“I admire you. You don’t seem like the others,” he said.“Others?!” she spat.“Sorry.” He shifted to stand in front of her. “That was crass,” he looked to the floor then back up to Fauna and corrected himself. “You don’t seem like the rest of your people. I have seen so many caught, caged, tortur–” He paused with his head lowered, then moved to take a seat on a stool; his sword lay to the side.“The King intends the same for you. He is hell-bent on finding your village in the forest.”“Generations of you simpletons have searched, still you are unable to find us. I shall not relinquish even the slightest trace Ankara escort bayan of a clue.” She took a breath, then spoke calmly. “No matter the pain you think you can inflict upon me.”She sat and pulled her knees to her chest, wings dimmed and tucked flat against her back.“I don’t believe in it… the torture,” he said. “Seems like senseless violence to me. All of this does. But who am I but a lowly guardsman. I’d be in the cage next to you if I spoke my true voice.”It was hard to read his face in the low light but once again his tone seemed sincere. Still, Fauna proceeded with caution for fear of it being another trap.“You could free me.”“They’d hang me without even holding a trial,” he scoffed.“You can say I overpowered you. Used my magic to put you under my spell.”“Can you? Use magic?” He was leaning forward now, forthright in his curiosity.She studied him. He was weak, by warrior’s standards. Not physically. Physically, he was well-toned and muscular. By her judgment, he stood at least chest-high to a horse’s mount, broad shoulders and chiseled jaw. But mentally he was like a sieve, candidly revealing empathy. It was most likely his youth and inexperience. Her immediate assessment, however, was that Petra was not resourceful enough for him to be conniving a trap.“Free me and I will show you,” she sneered.Fauna was battle-tested. She had seen and done things that would give Petra night terrors. Life for her was a means of survival from the constant threat of mortal tyranny. Her pugnacious bloodthirst was born from necessity; a desideratum to eliminate the humans. And she did know magic. “I may be young and foolish,” he replied, “but I am no fool. Tell me your name, earn my trust.”Weakness. She pounced.“I am Fauna, daughter to Finn and Gislle Caspian. Once commissioned to watch over the mortal Princess Rose, generations before you were even born and long before humans sought to eradicate my people.”“The start of the war…” he murmured to himself. He immediately stood, steadfast as if suddenly realizing he was in the presence of more than just a mischievous thief.“I’ve only ever heard of the tale of Princess Rose as spoken by my grandmother. Bedtime stories used to weigh down children’s lids. Legends told of evil spells and magic, later driven into the minds of adolescents to further the hatred, the fear.” He was stepping towards her now.She watched him closely. Silent.“Halfheartedly, I wanted to believe that they were not real, but―” his voice cut, she sensed conflict in his face. “How? How could your people be so…ruthless?”She wanted to spit at him. Propaganda. Escort Ankara The heat of her wings once again warmed against her back.Fauna’s mind was always working, formulating, strategizing, scheming. Petra was not the head of the snake, merely a key and steel bars still held her from her ultimate mission. His knowledge could prove useful. She breathed deep and adjusted her tone, like a mother consoling an injured child.“Rose was my friend.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “For years, fae worked and dwelled alongside man. Our villages were one. No war, no violence. But a horrible plague swept the land and only the mortals were dying, so we were to blame.” She paused and looked into his eyes before continuing.“The Princess fought for our honor, but she was silenced by the masses and fae were cast out to live amongst the forest beasts. When the death of humans didn’t stop, a decree was set forth and hunters soon flooded the woods. We had no choice.” She paused and narrowed her eyes. “You see, Petra, being brutalized by loss for so long eventually makes one brutal in return.”He swiftly grabbed a torch from its wall mount and came closer to her.“Do you still want to see magic?” she asked him.Petra stood frozen, unsure.“Come. Press your lips to mine. I will show you.” Exasperation was woven in her tone. “What are you afraid of, young guardsman?” She looked at him, waited for his stare to meet hers then set the hook. “This is your chance. This is where you become part of the fable!” He stepped to the cage as if in a trance, torch raised between their faces. An admiration bordering on lust glowed in his pale-blue eyes. She knew it was more than a craving for the flesh, it was also his thirst for affirmation.Fauna pressed her face to the bars. Petra leaned forward. Their lips pulled together like two magnets, connected. She instantly seized his mind, filled it with imagery. Flashes of Princess Rose laughing and chasing butterflies in a field with a slightly younger-looking Fauna. Faeries floating around an orchard of vibrantly green trees, plucking bright red apples, and tossing them down to maidens who gathered them into bushel baskets.Unbeknownst to him ― while their fervent tongues swirled and Fauna directed the reverie in his head ― she was pulling from his subconscious.Behind her lids, she saw a room and a table strewn with what looked like game pieces. The King and three of his men were plotting. The vision she was seeing was Petra’s as he guarded their side. She could not hear their words, but the rudimentary map clearly showed that they were on a course to find her village.She broke the kiss with a jolt, dropping the torch from his grip and sending it clamoring onto the cobblestone floor. She needed out. Now. She calmed her raging heart and spoke.“Do you see?” she asked breathlessly. “How life once was?”“Yes. Yes.” He spun away, running a hand through his flaxen hair.

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I didn’t expect things to progress so quickly and very soon I found myself becoming infatuated with her. She often crossed my path at the most inopportune times and after one such occurrence, I decided to take the first step. “Hi Tiara!” I said trying not to sound like too much of a fool. “Hi Bryan. How are you?” She smiled and the way her lips pouted slightly made me hesitate for a second or two. Tiara turned her short frame to face me fully and rested a hand on her hip. “I actually was wondering something.” I managed to think on my toes and caught her slightly off guard.”What is it?” “I am curious. Would you ever go out with someone like me?” I prepared myself for rejection. She was just too pretty to let anyone see her with a guy like me and I knew- “Yes I would.. In fact, I’ve been waiting for you to say something all this time.” She grinned and I saw the nervousness in her posture. I think I noticed she was blushing too, I didn’t think black girls could but it seemed Tiara was.”You know I thought you wouldn’t say yes. It’s just that I find you attractive and I see you with that other guy talking, I thought you two might be getting serious.” She glanced into my eyes with her deep chocolate-colored orbs and moved a little closer to where I was standing. “No, he’s just a friend. I’m not into blondes actually and he’s as light as they come.” I leaned into her and she gently jerked away from me. “You’re hard, aren’t you?” She whispered in a sensuous tone. Her hand grazed the front of my pants and I was in heaven. All I could do was nod in agreement. “There’s Ankara escort a little time before I start my shift. Why don’t you and I disappear for a while?” She eased her fingers inside of the zipper and pulled on its tab, eventually my fly was open. I couldn’t speak. Instead I followed her down the hall to a bathroom beside one of the businesses we house within our property.I entered the women’s room with Tiara, hand in hand. She glanced at me and took me into a stall towards the far end of a huge room. I gazed hungrily at her as she bent all the way over to untie her shoes. Next, I hugged her in my arms and leant down to kiss her. My hands slipped down her back. She tensed as I kneaded her round cheeks through the material of her work uniform. By this time, Tiara’s manicured digits were working on my belt buckle. I groaned quietly in her ear and nibbled its lobe. She shuddered. Her chest rose slightly and she let my pants drop to the floor. I carefully unbuttoned her vest, moved on to the long-sleeved short beneath it and helped her remove the garments. I stared at her mocha skin covered by a mere bikini cut pink bra. She moved to cover herself out of modesty and I stopped her. “No, no. I want to see you. Please?” I didn’t touch her at all. A mere verbal interruption was all I needed. I hugged her again and unclasped the back of the garment. She moaned as the warmth of my mouth cradled her nipple in its slipperiness. Tiara pulled my boxers down the rest of the way and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.She stroked me slowly Ankara escort bayan and stopped every so often to enjoy what it was I found myself doing to her. My lips encircled the bud of her nipple as I traced my tongue around the outer circumference of it. I held each mound and traced its sensitive underside using each of my thumbs. Tiara mewed under her breath. She pushed me away a couple of steps and let go of my manhood. I stood there slack-jawed as the waist of her pants inched down over her thighs and down to her ankles, at which she stepped out of each leg. I followed her lead and did the same with my pants and boxers. She was perfect. I kissed her plump lips like a bee collecting pollen from a flower, my tongue swam in partial circles around hers and tangled somewhat as we yearned for each other. Tiara put her arms around my neck and hopped up to straddle my waist with her thighs. I held on tightly to her ass, my cock blindly grazed her pussy since I couldn’t stick it inside from this angle. Her bald little pussy gripped me as I felt her guide me between its folds. “Am I tight enough for you, Bryan?” She moaned and writhed as I made love to her. “Almost too tight” I barely managed to mumble.Tiara kissed me again. My cock hid deeply inside of her every chance it was given and bottomed out repeatedly. I’m not huge by any definition but I stretched her wet pussy to its limits. She unwrapped her legs and knelt in front of me, removing my shirt in the process. Her pillow soft lips tasted the salt of my skin and teased Escort Ankara me everywhere but the one place I wished she’d give attention to. My balls were awash in her saliva as were my inner thighs. I was drooling precome in anticipation and she continued to dangle the notion and sheer thought of finishing me off tauntingly.When I thought all hope had been lost, her lips parted ever so slightly then further to invite me inside. Tiara delicately swirled her tongue around the crest and polished the length of it from the topmost tip down along its veiny shaft. I trembled and felt my cock throb a couple of times n response. She bobbed her head quicker on me and brought me to the brink of an orgasm before she got down on all fours in front of me. Her ass was higher in the air than the rest of her body. I held the sides of her hips and eased up her quivering hole abruptly. Tiara’s asshole clenched emptily as I found my rhythm.She moaned a bit louder than I expected her to and pushed her hips back to meet mine. My breath came in short exertions, like I’d been running. In time with my thrusts, I listened to how excited her vocalizations became. She winced when my hand came down across one of her cheeks and grunted softly as the other met the same fate. I fucked her faster at a dizzying pace. Tiara pushed back to meet every thrust with one of her own, soon our loins were wetly slapping and I surmised her juicy pussy’s scent filled the stall.I made her sit up on her knees with me and leaned against the wall behind us. I rolled her stiff nipples between my fingers as I shot my load suddenly. She rocked her hips side to side and tensed. Tiara relaxed with her back pressed tightly to my chest, I sensed her juices were bathing my exhausted prick in her creamy warmth. Tiara swore repeatedly and checked her watch. “I should have been out there five minutes ago.

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Your free hand begins to stroke my chest. Your fingers find a nipple and begin to tease. You know now the effect this will have. You remember.   You raise your head and find my ear with your mouth. You begin to suck the soft flesh and your tongue dances in and out.   My hands are free to roam over your body. Instead, I pull you closer. Your mouth excites me and I don’t want you to stop.   As I pull you closer, my arm drops and my hand searches for your skin. I can’t reach you because my arm is trapped under you. My hand can only reach the sweet soft mound of your ass.   Do I dare?   As if sensing my frustration, you change your position slightly. My hand finds your firm, round ass and you squirm with encouragement. Ankara bayan escort Your body says, “Touch me there.”   Still, the black silk of your nightie separates us but I can feel the heat of your skin once more as I caress you. I hear your breath quicken as you continue to play with my ear.   Your body shudders and you pull me closer still. My free hand caresses your back and I feel your skin above the fabric of your night gown. The strap is loosely hanging off your shoulder and my hand travels down your sides. Skin, fabric, skin. I love your skin. Yet there is a strange excitement in caressing you where your skin is out of reach. Beneath the silk.   My hand travels down your side. Escort bayan Ankara I can feel the softness at the side of your breast. I want more. Through the silken sheath, my hand finds your nipple. I touch you there and your heartbeat quickens. Races. Your breath catches in a sharp gasp. Your nipple hardens at my touch. Like a tiny cock, it stands erect.   And you clutch me tighter.   At this moment, your nipple, this tiny point, is the centre of my world. I want to give you pleasure. Your body speaks to me with a language as old as time. Your back arches as your body cries, “Yes, touch me there!”   But a film of black silk separates us. The strap of your night gown invites me to slide it down Bayan escort Ankara your arm even further. As I do, you crook your arm and the impediment is removed. Your breast comes into full view in the dim light, your nipple, dark against the alabaster skin of your breast. Inviting my touch. Inviting my mouth. Inviting my tongue.   I am in awe at the perfection. God made you a woman. God made you a perfect woman. God made you a desirable woman. And God gave this perfection to me. At this moment. In this place, God brought us together for one purpose. To share in the pleasure that you give to me and I give to you.   My fingers find your nipple. As I gently stroke, gently pinch, my mouth waters. I want to know the taste.   You touch yourself, cupping your breast from beneath, offering it to me, offering it to my lips to devour.   My fingers free your nipple and my hand goes to your back. I pull you to me. My lips find their way and I suck. Your nipple, pliant and ready, is drawn between my lips and my tongue flutters over its tip.

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Her head turned unsteadily left and right, trying to listen to what was going on around her. Nervous breaths slipped through her quivering red lips. The fear, the anticipation, within her twisted her gut and sent a tingle up and down her smooth, honey flesh. She swallowed softly and eked, “R-Revish?”In her personal darkness, she waited for him to come.How?* * * * *”Pick a guy!” Rekha said out loud, leaning up close to her friend.”What?” Nara replied. “Pick a guy,” Rekha repeated directly into her friend’s ear, “Just pick one and tell him you want him to fuck your brains out!”Nara leaned back in her chair. She grimaced, incredulous, unsure if she had heard Rekha correctly over the noise in the club. The wickedly lurid expression on the face of her comely friend told her that she had.Nara shook her head. Looking down at her drink as she stirred it she stated flatly, “I’m not doing that.””Come on!”Raising a brow towards her, Nara scoffed, “Some of us just can’t turn on our inner slut like others.”Rekha returned the raised brow in kind. “Well, you should,” she remarked.Nara rolled her eyes. She glanced around the club, unable to focus on the swirling crowds that surrounded her. The flashing and spinning lights also didn’t help. Neither did the alcohol…nor her own thoughts. Going clubbing had lost some of its lustre ever since she and Rekha had returned to Toronto from their trip to India. She was torn by the thoughts of the night club they had frequented while in Kolkota. She missed the unique qualities of the Indian club, the heady scents, the hindi-beat techno music, and being the only Far East Asian girl in the club was an intriguing thrill. Yet she was also trying desperately to forget the memory of the last night she had visited, for her sake and for Rekha’s.Now, she preferred going to clubs only to get buzzed by a few drinks and lose her thoughts in the mind-numbing music. She and Rekha made an attractive pair — the slender, cool Korean girl and the sultry, curvy East Indian. They had many offers for company to fend off whenever they went clubbing. Nara sent them all packing with an ice cold stare. Rekha wasn’t going to give up this night though. Again she brushed up close to her friend and said, “Okay, if not a guy then how about a girl? Find yourself a hottie for the night?”Nara gasped, leaving her mouth hanging open. She sat frozen in her chair as Rekha quickly leaned in close to her face. Her green eyes looked seductively at her young friend. It made Nara uneasy.”I’m sure there would be a few honeys out there who would love to take a crack at your tight little body,” Rekha said, a smile curling onto her cherry red lips. She dragged the back of her hand up along the length of the Nara’s arm. “I’d bet you’d be pretty hot doing some girl-on-girl action.”Nara’s small eyes blinked but Rekha’s face remained an inch away from hers. After a long moment she smirked and laughed, “Uh, yeah! Sick! You’re such a freak!””Ooh, if you only knew, Sweetie,” Rekha cooed, “I think you could use some liberating.”Nara pushed her friend away and the two women giggled as they took a sip of their drinks. Rekha sighed and squeezed her friend’s hand resting on the table. “Seriously, though,” she said, “What’s up with you lately? Nara inhaled then exhaled slowly. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and then rolled it to one side then the other. She was just trying to stay relaxed. She smiled at Rekha then said, “Nothing. Nothing really. Maybe work. It’s been crazy busy.”Rekha lowered her head and eyed her friend. Nara returned the stare uneasily, holding her breath. Then Rekha shrugged and looked away, unconvinced.Blinking, Nara managed to exhale unsteadily as her friend’s attention moved away from her. Another second of those green eyes burrowing into her and she was sure that she was going to crack. She allowed her body to ease, and she slouched slightly in her chair.”Oh guess what?” Rekha spun around.Nara’s eyes widened and she sat up rigid once again.”Guess who’s coming to visit?” Rekha continued with a happy lilt in her voice.The young woman with black hair and crescent-slit eyes shook her head slowly, a blank stare on her face.Rekha’s pink lips shaped into Ankara bayan escort a sharp smile and her eyes lit up. “My prince of Kolkota,” Rekha sang, “Revish!”Nara could feel the blood seep back from her skin. She swallowed softly then edged her mouth open. “R-really?” she asked, “Uh, when?”Rekha raised two of her long fingers up. “Two weeks,” she said. She couldn’t stop smiling.Her mouth still slightly ajar, Nara looked down at the table. Her mind churned. “Oh God I can’t wait!” Rekha declared. She poked her friend in the arm, “And he said he’s looking forward to seeing you, too!”Rekha bubbled in her seat like a little girl anticipating a hot fudge Sunday. She held Nara by the shoulder and forearm and said gleefully, “We have to show him around the city together, okay? He was so good to both of us in India, taking us around like that!”Nara nodded, twitching her mouth into something that could pass as a smile, but she still couldn’t look directly at Rekha. For the rest of the night, everything she did and saw and thought was veiled by images of that night she spent with Revish and nightmares of what might happen if Rekha found out. He was Rekha’s prince. Nara had even scolded him never to hurt her best friend. Hidden away in the bottom of her dresser, beside an ornate necklace he had given to her as a going away present, Nara kept the DVD recording of her session with Revish. Every hot, lustful, and intense moment they had shared together in that private room above the club in Kolkota, every whisper, gasp and groan, was documented on it. Nara took a long sip from her drink and then swore to herself. She stared at her glass.”Two weeks,” Rekha had said. According to the last email Nara had received from Revish, the man had actually arrived in town a week ago…* * * * *Nara was pulled along the sidewalk by the flow of the early morning pedestrian traffic. Buried in thoughts of a lost weekend, she was carried like driftwood into the lobby of the building where she was doing her internship. The building and everyone, including herself, seemed so grey. The lack of any stimulus allowed her mind to wander too much as she stood waiting for the elevator.After the Friday night in the club and a groaning hang over in the morning, Nara had shut herself up in her bedroom. When her family asked, she just claimed illness and curled herself up tighter on her bed. She always kept her eye on the phone. Revish had been in town but he hadn’t called her.It was only a matter of time.The elevator doors slid open with a “ding” and passengers clambered in along with Nara. They all turned and took their positions facing the closing door. Just as they were about to shut, a hand slid in and propped them back open.”Excuse me,” the man who had caught the doors said. He flashed a charismatic smile that, along with his emerald eyes and slick black hair, highlighted his angular olive-brown face. He slipped in, his red silk shirt clashing with all the dark outfits of the other passengers, and stood beside Nara.As the doors slid shut, everyone resumed looking at nothing. Everyone except the young Korean woman the man in red sidled up beside. Her face drawn pale, Nara’s normally slender eyes widened upon the man. A familiar scent of musk and spice wafted through her nostrils and did little to steady her heart thumping against her chest.He ignored her as she looked up at him. A boyish smile on his lips, he simply looked up at the blinking numbers above the elevator doors.After a moment, the doors slid open and people filed out quietly. Nara blinked herself out of her stupor and realized she was at her floor. Hesitating for a second, she took a half-step towards the door.That’s when the man reached out and grabbed her arm, holding her back. He continued to look away from her, instead reaching forward and pushing the button for the top floor.Nara wondered if he could feel her body trembling as he held her.It seemed to take forever. The doors slid open a couple more times and more people got off until it was just the two of them left in the elevator. Still they didn’t say anything to one another.When they arrived to the top floor, the man stepped out of the elevator pulling Nara along with him. “W-wait…,” she stammered as she followed him down the corridors.The man pushed through the emergency door and led her into the fire well. “Revish!” Nara snapped as soon as the door closed behind them. She pulled away from his grasp and said, “What are you doing here?”He raised his hands innocently. “I said I was coming to visit didn’t I? You’re very hard to track down.”She glared at him. He was handsome and suave and cocky as all hell. Nara had no idea what to say.”I’ve been really looking forward to this visit,” he continued, “Seeing your beautiful city, beautiful country, beautiful people.”Nara closed her eyes, trying desperately to think straight. “But why are you here?” she asked again.The man leaned over her but never reached out to touch her. He looked at her with calm cool eyes and said, “I wanted to see you. We have unfinished business, you and me,””We…,” she paused to restart Escort bayan Ankara her heart. She shook her head, “You and I….no. We can’t do this. I don’t want to betray Rekha.”He smirked, bemused. “You mean anymore than you’ve already done so?” he asked, his voice a devilish whisper.The knife twisted deeper into her soul. Choking back her unease, she said, “Rekha still thinks you’re arriving in two weeks.”Revish leaned ever closer towards her face. “Does she now?” he said.She tried to look him in the eye. If her words weren’t keeping him back, she hoped her resistant expression would. Yet the longer she looked at him the closer he moved towards her and suddenly an unexpected, undeniable pang swelled from her core.God, did he want to do it here in the stairwell? Even more so, did she? Two inches separating their faces, Revish finally stopped closing in. He could see clearly the angst in her pretty face and small, dark eyes. Without looking away, Revish reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He held it up. It read, “Four Seasons Hotel. Room 2717. 8 p.m.”Nara’s eyes flitted from the print on the paper to the man whose swarthy face was filling her view. She watched him as he silently folded up the paper and stuffed it into her coat pocket.With a kiss on the forehead of the motionless, speechless woman, Revish stepped past her and through the emergency door back into the office corridors.Nara stood alone in the stairwell unmoving. She was late 15 minutes for work.* * * * *The evening came faster than Nara wanted it to that day. Mired in heady thoughts of a passionate, steamy night in Kolkota and of an illicit invitation folded up in her coat pocket, she had done little at work except shift papers around her desk. For others, saying “See you tomorrow” as they headed out from work was as easy as thinking of going from point A to B. For Nara there was a huge obstacle in the way between now and tomorrow morning. His name was Revish.The young woman wandered aimlessly around the downtown streets for two hours skipping dinner and staring through shop windows. After a while, as the night sky blanketed the city and the street lamps flickered on, she finally looked up from the sidewalk. She stood in front of a row of glass doors, the words “The Four Seasons” painted with a flourish on each of them.The doorman, with his forest green full length coat and white gloves smiled at her and held a door open. It was like the world was beckoning her.Slowly she walked in.It was in the elevator that she had decided. She would simply tell Revish that she was going to end it, even if she had to tell Rekha about what the two of them had done back in the club in Kolkota. That was it. She had to clear her conscience one way or the other. Armed with this plan she exited the elevator as the doors open with a more confident stride in her step. But even as she found Room 2717, even as she knocked softly on the door, she knew she had to do this fast. Revish answered the door. The man was wearing a white plush bathrobe that was parted wide baring his muscular, smooth, dark chest. His face looked like it had just been clean shaven. He lowered his handsome gaze upon her and smiled gently. He leaned against the doorframe saying nothing. Nara hesitated and blinked when she saw him. There was confidence in his eyes, a cockiness in his smile. He had been waiting for her. He had been anticipating how this night was going to play out. Fast. She had to be fast.She looked to the side, away from his eyes as she swallowed then spoke, “Uh, R-Revish…I…”Ravish raised his hand and held it out to her. Nara stared at it. “Come,” he said softly and beckoned her with a curl of his fingers.Still watching his hand, Nara shook her head slowly. Her heart was pounding and made her unsteady on her feet.The man narrowed his eyes, his lips drawing to a firm line. He took a hold of her hand and pulled her gently into the room. The woman didn’t resist.She hadn’t been fast enough.Her nerves racing, Nara jumped slightly when she heard the door shut and lock behind her. She kept her back to him and only tilted her head when she felt him lift her bag off her shoulder.”I’m glad you came tonight,” he said in a soft husky voice. He removed her coat.Nara closed her eyes, frowning, frustrated with how little resistance she was offering the man. “Revish,” she said, breathless, “We have to stop.”H wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face against the back of her head, inhaling the sweet smell of her soft, black hair. “I’ve been thinking of you ever since our night together at the club,” he said.Again, Nara shook her head trying to jostle the images out of her head. Still she didn’t move. She felt him press his hard, warm body against her back. When she finally did open her eyes, she looked down to see the man’s hands working diligently to unbutton her white blouse. “Revish,” she gasped, “Please…””I’ve been thinking about how good your body felt, how giving you were,” he breathed.It was like they were having two separate conversations.The last button gave way, a fine line of flesh Bayan escort Ankara revealed from her neck to her smooth belly. Nara’s heavy breathing pushed the gap in her shirt further and further apart. Revish ran his fingers up through the part like a river through a canyon, his tips delicately brushing against the young woman’s enticing skin. As his hand slipped under her blouse, cupping his hand around her firm, small breast, Nara rolled her head back. His hand indulged in a firm grope of her breast beneath the soft material of her bra. Nara’s mouth slipped open as she groaned.”R-Rev…uhh,” she croaked.The blouse was slipped off her smooth shoulders, down her arms, past her wrists and dropped unceremoniously onto the floor around her feet. Nara chewed on her lower lip as she listened to the soft “pop” sound of the clasp of her bra being undone in the back.Like the time in Kolkota when their love-making lasted for hours, Revish relished the pace he had set, stripping the young woman with a deliberate ease and patience. He rubbed the tender skin of her back as he pushed the bra apart and off of her. His skilled hands came to the front again, his palms sliding under her silky breasts, his fingers gently pulling and tickling her brown nipples taut. He felt the pronounced rise and fall of her chest as her breathing deepened.The man’s hands slithered their way down then. Again Nara watched as his fingers undid the button of her pants. She listened to the quiet whine of her zipper as it was pulled down. Nara was losing to him fast. With one last clear thought in her mind, she turned her head slightly then groaned, “We…we can’t lie to Rekha like this.”Slowly Revish turned her around to face him. As he held her shoulders, he offered a cool smile and said, “I never lied to Rekha.”Without hesitation, he brought his lips upon hers. It was a deep, full kiss that froze the moment. Nara, her eyes squeezed tight, could feel the determination on his lips, the forcefulness of his intent. She breathed deeply through her nose, inhaling his scent deep into her core. When their lips parted slightly she gasped and immediately felt his tongue slide past her lips, delving hungrily in her mouth. As each delicious second passed, as his warm lips pressed and glided over hers, thoughts of Rekha faded further into the back of Nara’s mind. She would pay for this later.Only later.Revish pushed her pants and her panties off as he ran his hands down her back and over the sleek flesh of her round, tight ass. They fell to the floor as Nara shimmied her hips. She stepped out of the pool clothes as he backed her up to the bed.As Revish lowered her onto the cool, plush linens he positioned her in the centre of the Queen size bed, his lips always moving on hers.Finally he sat back on the edge of the bed. Running his hand across her fine, nude body, he took his time to admire the pretty woman, taking in the sight of her nubile, amber coloured flesh, The anticipation, the anxiousness on her face was arousing beyond whatever he had imagined. Revish wanted to tease even more of those feelings to the surface.He reached for a small bag on the night table. From within, he produced two long, silk straps. Nara’s mouth slipped open.”Remember these?” he asked.The young woman did remember. But instead of nodding, she started to shake her head.Revish angled a thick brow upward, his lips drawing to a firm, crooked grin. She had said no before. Tonight, the choice wasn’t going to be hers.Though she was reluctant, Nara said nothing as he took her hand and wrapped and tied her wrist with the end of a soft, silk strap. She watched quietly as he tied the other end tightly to the bed post. Within a few moments, he had done the same with her other hand, securing the strap’s end to the other bed post. He didn’t stretch her arms out taut, but she wasn’t going to go anywhere. Nara never felt so exposed and she shifted uneasily on the bed.Revish sat back and admired his handy-work then he reached for the bag again. Once more he reached in and this time pulled out a blue silk scarf.He winked at her. “One more,” he said then leaned forward stretching the pretty material over her eyes. “Revish,” Nara gasped as the light was blocked out from her vision, “Wait…””Shh,” he hushed. As he reached behind her head and tied the scarf off at the back, he added, “Just enjoy it.”In the darkness, Nara felt him kiss her gently on the lips. Then she heard him stand from the bed and quietly walk away.”R-Revish?” she called out. He didn’t replyFor a long moment, she didn’t say anything else. She continued to shift and wriggle slightly on the bed. She couldn’t stop her quick swallows and gulps as her nerves raced. She tugged gently at the straps. Nara was doing anything to keep her mind distracted from what was to come.She even allowed herself one brief, scolding thought about the ridiculousness of the moment. Yeah, you were just going to call it off and say good-bye, she thought to herself.Before she could let that thought wheedle its way any deeper into her head though. She heard and felt someone approach the bed. The mattress shifted as another body lay down beside her. She opened her mouth to say something but suddenly a set of lips fully wrapped over hers, cutting her off. She felt warm moist lips on her, a slick tongue in her, as her words and thoughts were squelched by a long, languid kiss. Nara gasped and groaned, swept away by the voraciousness of the kiss.

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Maria has been coming to our house to clean it every week for about a year. Every Wednesday morning, like clockwork, at about 9am, whether we are home or not, she comes in and cleans the floors, the toilets, the showers, the bathroom vanities and the windows. She also dusts and will even help out with an occasional load of laundry. Maria is from Mexico and we found her through a reputable cleaning service. I’ve never thought about hitting on Maria, mostly because I am married and Maria is always on a tight schedule, as she cleans about ten houses a day. Maria will sometimes bring along another girl to help her, when the schedule is really tight and there is a lot to do. My wife and I have a very happy marriage, but every now and then, we hit a rough spot. Usually, we work through it, but sometimes, I have found myself eyeing Maria and wondering, “What if?” Maria is very short, compared to my six foot five inch height. She keeps her long black hair pinned up, and I’ve never seen her when it wasn’t. Maria speaks some English, Ankara escort but not a lot. One day about a week ago, I decided to stay home from work. My job allows me the luxury of working from home on occasion. Janet, my wife of ten years, was at work. I remember that we had argued about my wondering eyes. Janet had accused me of paying too much attention to the neighbor, a buxom blonde that was always showing a bit more cleavage than she should. I really hadn’t noticed, but Janet did and she warned me to avoid looking anywhere below the chin level. I assured her I would never show any disrespect to her or the lady next door. But I didn’t say anything about our housekeeper. I didn’t hear the doorbell ring. I was in the shower. I had forgotten all about it being a Wednesday. The first time I realized Maria was in the house, was when I stepped out of the shower and came face to face with her as I exited the master bedroom bath. I think I startled her just as much as she startled Ankara escort bayan me. “I sorry Mr. Steve,” Maria said in her broken English, backing out the bathroom doorway. Her eyes cut to my fully exposed private parts only briefly as she turned and disappeared into the master bedroom. I wrapped a towel around my waist and followed her into the bedroom. Maria was making the bed and apologized a second time. I told to not worry, everything was okay. I stood in the bedroom doorway and watched her as she made the bed. She didn’t say anything as she fluffed the pillows and placed them in the best position on the bed. Maria was cute in her own special way. I had learned a small bit of Spanish and over the year or so, she had managed to learn enough English that we managed to communicate whatever it was that we needed done. Maria looked over at me as she finished the bed and smiled. “All done, Mr. Steven.” “Steven.” “All done, Steven.” “Pardon me Mr. Steven, do you want me to wash Escort Ankara the towel?” I looked down at the towel wrapped around my lower torso. I started to remove the towel and Maria immediately remarked in broken English-  “No, no, no, I wait on that towel.” Maria gathered up all the other towels and headed for the laundry. I watched from a distance as she stuffed the load into the washer. She was so short, she had to use a small stool we had purchased for her, to make accessing the washer easier. The more I watched her, the hornier I became. I didn’t want to embarrass myself, so I retreated to the master bedroom and lay down on the freshly made bed. I began to fantasize about making love with Maria. I took out some hand lotion from the drawer of the night stand. I loosened the towel I had wrapped around my waist and applied the hand lotion to my swollen cock. Suddenly, I noticed the figure of someone in the doorway to the master bedroom. It was Maria. I wasn’t sure if she had noticed my illicit activities. I pulled my hand from under the towel and wiped the lotion off of it on the edge of the towel. Maria stepped over to the bed. “Mr. Steve, you mess up my work. Get up. I will make the bed again.” I swung my legs to the side of the bed and as I did so, the towel parted. There was no hiding my huge erection.

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