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The Red Silk Diaries, Volume 3 By Featured Authors: Beth Wylde Trista Bane Lizzie T. Leaf Pennie Morgan

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A Silk’s Vault Electronic Publication, in arrangement with authors: Beth Wylde, Trista Bane, Lizzie T. Leaf and Pennie Morgan Switching Sides, Copyrighted © 2006 by Beth Wylde Diary of Alexis, Copyrighted © 2006 by Trista Bane Expresso Heat, Copyrighted © 2006 by Lizzie T. Leaf Fantasies, Copyrighted © 2006 by Pennie Morgan Cover Design and Art by Carmel St. James, © Copyright 2006 Edited by Carol Fortado, Jewell Mason, and Peggy Roberts

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Switching Sides By Beth Wylde

I rushed into my dorm room and slammed the door shut behind me. For the first time since starting college I was extremely glad not to have a roommate. My hair was tousled and I looked like I’d slept in my clothes, even though I hadn’t actually slept in anything but my birthday suit. In fact, I hadn’t really slept much last night at all. If anyone saw me now they would know immediately that I’d spent the night getting laid and that the sex had been good. To be perfectly honest, the sex had been fucking amazing. I’d done things last night, and had things done to me, that I didn’t think were humanly possible. I’m still not sure they are. The whole encounter seemed almost surreal now that I was alone. I missed Kara already and I’d only been in my room for about five minutes. I couldn’t believe I now had a girlfriend. Me, the girl who had always been willing to open her pants at the drop of a hat for a sexual encounter with just about any member of the male species, had gone gay. The sad part was that now that I’d been with another woman, I knew I could never go back to guys. I’d found something last night that I’d been searching for forever—companionship. Not just someone I enjoyed being in bed with, though God knows the time we’d spent horizontal was phenomenal, but also someone I could relate to. Someone I felt comfortable with, in the bed and out of it. Kara and I had done more than just make love to each other. We had talked, laughed, and even snuggled. Something totally out of the ordinary for me on a date.

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After yesterday’s new revelation about myself I needed some time to think. A long, cold shower was also in order if I was ever going to get my mind to contemplate anything besides the thorough loving I’d received last night. I raised my tank top to my nose and inhaled deeply. I hated the thought of washing it. The subtle scent of sweat and sex and Kara’s feminine perfume still clung to the garment. One sniff of the combination had me wet, and the thought of some of the things we’d done to each other started a fresh river flowing between my thighs. As I flopped down on my bed it was all I could do to reach for my journal instead of my vibrator, but I needed to sort out the jumbled thoughts in my mind. I knew the best way to do that was to work out the scenario by writing down the whole encounter in my diary.

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Saturday March 4th 1 PM Dear Diary, The most incredible thing just happened to me. I’ve always been attracted to guys. Ever since I lost my virginity at the age of sixteen, I’ve been pretty straightforward with all of my dates about the fact that I’m looking for, and enjoy, sex. Yesterday Brad and I went out on our third date. I met him a few weeks ago at the campus library while doing research for a psychology paper. Something about his quiet and shy demeanor turned me on. I think the attraction was more the challenge he seemed to represent because, truthfully, he wasn’t all that good looking. He took me out to an early dinner last night at a little club in town that I’d never been to before. He spent the evening sitting across from me, acting like the perfect gentleman. It drove me nuts. He hadn’t even tried to kiss me yet. I’d been dropping subtle sexual hints, but he seemed totally clueless. Finally I decided to throw tact out the window and tried to outright seduce him. I slipped off my shoe and slowly moved my foot up until it rested between his legs. The minute I started to fondle his cock with my toes he jumped up out of his seat, mumbled something about a missed appointment, and shot out of the restaurant as if I’d lit a rocket up his assessment. His quick departure left me all alone and stuck with the check. I was extremely glad we had only ordered drinks because I didn’t have a lot of cash on me to cover the bill. I finished up my Blue Motorcycle and waved towards the waiter. I bent over to grab my purse, and when I sat back up I noticed I had company. Kara Nouveau, a student in my art class whose dorm room was two doors down from mine, now occupied Brad’s

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empty chair. She was shaking her head and giggling quietly. I had to ask. “What’s so funny?” “I couldn’t help but notice what just happened between you and Brad.” I shrugged. “Yeah, so?” “Well, Elizabeth, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but he isn’t interested in you.” I frowned. “I think his reaction was a pretty good indication of that.” Kara laughed louder this time. “No, I mean he’s not interested in women at all.” I stiffened. Surely she didn’t mean what I thought she did. As she opened her mouth to speak I braced myself. “He’s gay. I thought you knew.” I shook my head. Kara scooted her chair sideways until her leg was touching mine. “There’s more.” I felt the undeniable sensation of her hand on my knee as her fingers slowly crept up my thigh. She leaned over until her breath whispered across my ear. “You’re also in a gay bar.” If Kara hadn’t had her hand on my leg I would have fallen out of my chair. My gaze darted left and right, noticing two guys chatting intimately at the bar and three girls in close conversation at a nearby table. The rest of the restaurant was empty. Kara reached out with her free hand and gently cupped my chin, turning me back to face her. “It’s still early. It doesn’t get crowded in here until around ten or so because the club stays open until nearly dawn.” As her fingers tightened their grip I suddenly realized how Brad must have felt.

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Kara had more enlightening news for me though. “The only reason he brought you here was because he thought you were gay, too.” I gasped audibly. “I…I…I’m not.” Kara shook her head and I could feel her long brown hair gliding over my shoulder and across my neck. The feeling was distracting and more arousing than it should have been. “Are you sure?” My voice was raspy. “What?” Her hand was caressing the inseam of my low-rise camouflage capris and I could feel my panties growing damp. “I said, are you sure?” I nodded but my reply sounded weak. “I like guys.” Her fingers felt like magic between my legs as she increased the pressure just where I needed it. I suddenly wished my clothes would disappear. “That’s fine.” She leaned in and sucked my earlobe into her mouth. “The question is, do you like girls, too?” I started to say no when she pressed the palm of her hand hard against my clit. I opened my mouth but nothing came out but a loud groan. She smiled knowingly at me and something inside my body exploded. I suddenly wanted to know if her lips felt as soft as they looked. Considering where we were, I decided to take a chance and find out. I leaned forward, keeping my eyes open until the last moment, and focused directly on Kara. Her pupils dilated slightly in shock, and then appreciation, as our mouths met. The first few kisses were chaste and timid. I was exploring totally uncharted territory and felt very unsure about what I was doing. Kara noticed my hesitancy and

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took control. Her eagerness to dominate dissolved the last of my inhibitions. When her tongue slid across my lips I threw myself headlong into the kiss. I wasn’t disappointed with my decision. I’ve kissed lots of guys, and enjoyed most of them, but what Kara was doing to my mouth felt almost obscene. I was so hot I couldn’t sit still. I rocked forward in my seat and Kara’s hand pressed back against me, and teasing, until I wanted to scream. I arched my back and broke away with a gasp. I was on fire and I needed to cum so badly I was about to beg for it. Sudden applause halted my plea, and as I looked around I noticed all eyes were on us. My face reddened in embarrassment, but Kara just looked pleased. She threw a twenty on the table, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the restaurant behind her. Once outside I started to question my actions when we rounded the corner and she pushed me up against the wall of the building. There was nothing restrained about our kiss this time. She plundered my mouth while her hands stayed busy on the rest of my body. I was going to shatter any minute. My knees were weak and I was afraid I’d fall, but she pressed herself against me to keep me upright. Her hands slid under my tank top to caress my breasts, her knee wedged in between my legs, as she moved her thigh side to side, I cried out. “Oh, God!” “That’s it. Show me how you like it.” I was grinding back now, aching for a release that was just out of my reach when she pulled back. “My roommate has gone home for the weekend.” It took me a moment to realize what she was asking. She wanted me to go back to

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her room with her, and there was no doubt in my mind about what would happen if I did. I didn’t even need to think it over. “Yes.” Her lush lips parted in a sultry smile, and before I knew it we were running down the sidewalk hand in hand. We stopped in front of a stunning red Corvette. As she pulled the keys out of the pocket of her skintight jeans I realized I was more interested in admiring her figure instead of the gorgeous car. She was tall and thin, with legs that looked incredibly long and a nice curvy ass. Her skin was a deep bronze and her dark brown hair hung in waves down her back. The crop top she was wearing showed off her small tits, which were obviously unrestrained by a bra, something that my thirty-eight D’s could never do without. She had a beautifully flat stomach, and I noticed the twinkle of a rhinestone barbell piecing her navel. I had the urge to run my hands over her rear and decided to do so as she bent over to unlock my door. She gave me a heated look over her shoulder and I nearly ignited on the spot. She opened the door and I dove inside, eager to get back to the business at hand. When she slid into the driver’s seat I took another moment to admire her. I must have been staring. “Is something wrong?” I shook my head but didn’t know how to voice what I was thinking. She stopped with the key in the ignition and turned to face me. “You don’t have to be shy with me. You can tell me anything.” I nodded, but it took me a minute to find my voice. “I’m a little nervous.” She gave my knee a reassuring pat as she cranked the car. “I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want me to do.” She cleared her throat. “I have a confession to make.

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I asked Brad to bring you to the club today.” “You did?” She nodded, her eyes never leaving the road as she sped back to the college. “I’ve been watching you.” “Why?” “When you approached Brad, I figured you knew he was gay and were looking for a friend to hang out with. You go through guys faster than some people change clothes. I thought that maybe you were trying to hide the fact you were a lesbian. At least I hoped that was the reason.” She paused a moment before continuing. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first laid eyes on you.” My arousal had been slowly receding, but her bold statement brought the heat rushing back in a tidal wave of lust. I wanted to make Kara feel the same way. I contemplated my first real move as we pulled into the college parking lot. We sat there for a moment in silence before she turned to face me. “Do you still want to do this?” Instead of words I let my actions speak for me. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a serious lip lock. This time it was Kara that had to come up for air. The look she gave me was so intense I thought I might melt. “Good. Let’s go inside.” The halls were nearly empty as we made our way to her room, but I had expected that already. It was eight o’clock on a Friday night. Everyone was out either on a date or relieving their stress after a week of hard studying. It only took a few minutes before I found myself inside Kara’s room. The instant

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the door closed she made her move. Once again I found myself pressed between Kara’s tight body and a wall. This time, though, I wanted to be a more active participant. I almost couldn’t speak as Kara found one of my hot spots and began kissing her way across my collarbone. “Kara?” My voice was husky. “Hmmm?” “Can I… Can I see you?” Her voice was muffled against my skin. “I’m right here.” I shook my head and eased her away. “No. I mean I want to see you, touch you…” My voice dropped to a whisper as I thought about all the places on her body that I wanted to explore. “I want to taste you.” Kara shivered. “Oh, yes!” I moved my hands from where they’d been perched on her hips, raising her shirt slowly as I traced my way up her sides. She raised her arms willingly and I pulled the garment over her head. It was then that I got my first long look at another woman’s tits. I liked what I saw. Her small boobs were perky in a way mine would never be. Her nipples were dark and just begging to be touched and sucked. I reached out and ran my fingers slowly over the hard peaks, cupping her breasts in my palms and rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger the way I liked to have it done. Kara closed her eyes, arched her chest towards me, and moaned. I took that as a positive sign and grew even bolder. When I bent down and licked my way around her nipple in a circular motion before taking it into my mouth, she cried out. “The bed! I need to get you naked and in my bed…now!”

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I stood and started to strip off my top but she stopped me. “I want to do that. I want to strip you down and nibble on every inch of your bare skin. I want to eat you until you cum screaming my name.” I couldn’t wait any longer.

My panties were drenched.

I moved forward

suddenly. The motion was unexpected and she stepped back instinctively. I continued my slow advance until her knees hit the mattress and she fell backwards. I wasted no time in joining her. We fell onto the bed, kissing and caressing while fighting for position. Since Kara was the one with experience, I gave up the battle and let her win. The decision was tough for me since I usually end up being the aggressive one when I’m out on a date. We came to a breathless halt with Kara on top, straddling my waist. The sight of her lovely body looming above me covered in a light sheen of sweat from our struggle was exciting, and I realized that, for once, I really didn’t mind someone else taking the dominant role. She leaned forward until her pert tits were even with my face. I rose up slightly and kissed the tips of both before using my tongue on them thoroughly. While I engaged in a lengthy exploration of her chest, she grabbed the hem of my tank top and jerked upwards. The move forced my mouth away from her luscious skin. As the shirt snagged on my arms and face, I fought to get loose. Kara laughed and tugged the shirt higher, but didn’t pull it all the way off. My hands remained above my head and still caught in the top. I twisted slightly to help her finish removing it, but she shook her head at me and flattened my arms to the bed. I watched in awe as she leaned down and used her teeth to

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unhook the front closure on my bra. She used her chin to push the lacy material to the side and then nuzzled her face in the valley created by my overabundant knockers. The gentle slide of her soft mouth on my skin made me crazy. I was nearly delirious with want when she turned her head to the left and sucked me into her mouth. She started out soft at first with a delicate lick and flick of her tongue over my nipple. When I vocalized my approval she got down to business. My top and bra were suddenly flying across the room, where they landed in a heap in the floor. My hands were free to touch her, and her hands were free to roam as well. She took full advantage of the situation, cupping my twin globes as she moved her head back and forth between them in a frenzy that had me screaming out from the sensation. My head thrashed back and forth as she grew bolder and began to use not only her hands and mouth, but also her teeth. I gripped her back, raking my fingers up and down her spine in a sexual frenzy. I managed to work my way around to her waist to undo the snap on her tight jeans when she pulled back with my nipple captured securely between her lips. I totally forgot what I was doing as I watched the skin stretch tight and the heard the audible pop as she opened her mouth and let go. I shivered at the erotic sight as well as the feeling of the cool air from her ceiling fan as it blew over my newly dampened skin. Kara sat up and looked down at where my fingers had gripped her waistband in an effort to anchor myself to reality. “Are you doing okay so far?” The question was asked in a playful tone, but my response was dead serious. “I think you’re trying to kill me.” Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “Why would you say that?” I had to pause and take a deep breath to try and settle myself. “Because I’ve been

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barely hanging on since you first kissed me, and I don’t know how much more teasing I can take.” She smiled devilishly. “Sweetie, this isn’t teasing, this is foreplay.” I shook my head. “No, this is teasing. Foreplay only takes about two minutes, or however long it takes for the guy and me to get naked. My dates are usually more concerned about getting themselves off than making me feel good. That’s why I don’t stick around with any of them.” She sighed. “Oh, honey, that’s why lesbians are such great lovers. We know what we like, and we can give our partner the same lengthy attention that we crave in bed.” Kara wiggled her pelvis suggestively against mine. “And you don’t have to worry about recovery time. Nothing ever goes limp when a girl is fucking you.” Her tone was sultry and made me even wetter, which I didn’t think was possible. “I can give you as many orgasms as you can handle, until you pass out from sheer exhaustion.” I closed my eyes and pictured every possible way that Kara could make me cum. I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. Her lewd language turned me on almost as much as her heavy petting. I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for friction where I needed it most. I was so high strung that the lightest touch against my overheated pussy would surely send me over the edge, and I wasn’t sure it would even take that. If she kept talking dirty to me, I thought I might just be able to finish without any physical stimulation at all. Kara was all smiles as she pried my hands off her opened zipper and raised herself up off me enough to divest herself of her jeans. As she slithered out of them, along with her shoes and socks, I realized two things. First, I hadn’t seen her remove any underwear, and second, she was completely shaved. She caught sight of my stunned look and

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grinned even bigger. “I like to go commando sometimes, especially when the pants are really tight. The pressure of the inseam hits my clit just right when I sit down.” She smoothed her hand over her bald snatch in a blatantly seductive move. “And being totally waxed makes me extra sensitive.” “Oh, god!” She laughed at my obvious sexual frustration as she unbuttoned my Capri pants. “Do you want my hands on you? Is that what you need?” I raised my hips to help her as she pulled off my pants. My sandals had come off sometime earlier, but I wasn’t sure when, and I didn’t really care. I waited for her to remove my panties, but she just paused as she noticed my red thong. “Do you like them?” She snapped out of her trance and traced one finger down my abdomen, along the edge of the panties, until her hand rested just centimeters from where I needed it to be. She slid her finger under the skimpy material and pulled it just a hair’s breadth away from my skin, letting it go in a swift motion. “I like them very much. I’d love to see you bent over in front of me with them on while I pull them to the side and slide the biggest dildo I have inside of you. Do you think you would enjoy that?” My mouth went dry. I had to forcefully swallow several times before I could answer. “Yes. I’d let you do anything you wanted to do to me at this point if you’d make me cum.” She tugged my underwear down and parted my thighs until our completely naked bodies were finally touching together. “Oh, baby, we are just getting started.” She

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studied the little landing strip of hair I kept in a neatly trimmed patch and fondled it with reverence. “Since you obviously haven’t been getting the treatment you deserve lately, though, I’ll take it easy on you the first time. How do you want it?” “I…I don’t understand?” Her look was patient and sympathetic as she pulled away and sat up between my thighs. “Do you want my mouth?” She leaned down and circled my navel with her tongue before plunging inside the small hole and retreating. “Do you want my vibrator?” She reached inside her nightstand and pulled out a long, skinny silver vibrator. Kara flipped it on and ran it down my upper leg and up the inside of my thigh before turning it off and tossing it on the pillow next to my head. “Or, how about my finger?” I was sure she was going to tease me again, but this time she didn’t. She slid her hand right between my legs and cupped my mound in her palm. When she used her other hand to spread my lips apart and thrust her finger inside me, I let out a holler that could have shattered glass. I gyrated my hips, raising my body up and forcing her deeper. Another finger joined the first and that was all it took. The sensation shook my body all over until I thought I was having a convulsion. I gripped the sheets and screamed until my throat was hoarse but she never stopped. She just kept moving inside of me, building up the wave before it fully receded. I started to protest. “No, I…I can’t…I can’t take it again so soon.” “Oh yes you can, and you will. Several more times. All night long.” The pressure was building and I didn’t think my heart could take it. The orgasm had been mind bending, but Kara still had a few tricks up her sleeve. The two fingers inside me were joined by a third. The slight pain felt wonderful and I began to ache for

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another release. “Harder!” “Mmmm, you like it rough?” I nodded, totally incapable of speech at the time. She curled her fingers upwards until she was pressing towards the front wall of my cunt. I started to question the action when she brushed over a sensitive spot that nearly made me cry with pleasure. She repeated the motion over and over again until I thought for sure I’d faint. The sounds coming from my mouth weren’t even coherent. I was gasping and grunting like an animal in heat. Kara seemed to love every minute of it. She kept up the brutal pace as she moved her lower body over until she was straddling my thigh. As she continued her assault on my body, I felt her grinding her soaking wet pussy against my leg. I shifted to spread myself wider and Kara pressed down harder. I arched my back and groaned. I was going to burst any moment. I reached down and used my hand to find her clit. As she moved back and forth, I tapped the hard nub and rubbed it in a circular motion. She did the finger curl again and I bucked beneath her. “What are you doing?” It took her a moment to respond. “I found your g-spot.” It was hard to answer but I did it. “There’s no such thing.” Kara totally stopped all movement and stared at me in disbelief.

“You are

kidding, right?” “No one has ever touched me the way you just did. It feels strange. Good, but almost so good it borders on pain.” “Oh baby, no wonder you kept jumping from man to man.” She slowly lifted

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herself off me and settled her shoulders in between my spread legs. “It’s a wonder you didn’t go gay years ago.” As she spoke, her breath blew warmly over my swollen lips. She looked up from her position between my thighs and I had to giggle. It was an awfully delicate place for her to be staring at while we chatted. “What’s so funny?” It took me a minute to gain my composure. “It looks like you are talking to my pussy.” She thought the idea was humorous as well. “Will it talk back?” She demonstrated her question by leaning in and mumbling softly before running her tongue from the bottom of my opening up to my clit. The movement was slow and sensual and the joking made me feel more comfortable. “It says to do that again.” “My pleasure.” And it must have been, because she began licking me like an ice cream cone melting on a hot summer’s day. Her speed varied from fast to agonizingly slow. Sometimes she used just the tip of her tongue, and other times she flattened the muscle out until it touched nearly all of me at once. My arousal had lessened during our talk, but now it flared back full force. She slid her fingers back inside me as she continued her oral assault and probed for just the right spot. When she found it again, she curled her fingers and pressed tenderly. I felt the moisture ooze out and she lapped it up greedily. “That’s it. I want you to cum in my mouth. I’m going to eat you up.” My hands found their way down to her head and I twined them in her long, brown curls. “Don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop!” I could feel her lips curl into a smile against my tender skin. “I won’t stop until

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you beg me to.” I pushed up on my elbows, watching her while she worked me towards the brink once again, but my eyes finally slid closed from the overwhelming sensation of what she was doing. “I’m close, so close. Good God!” I was moving now, pushing myself against her mouth and holding her head between my legs. Kara didn’t complain at all. “Open your eyes. I want you to watch me. I want you to know who you’re in bed with.” I forced my eyes open and they locked with hers as she stared at me over my belly. All of my muscles were tense, bracing me for an orgasm unlike any I’d ever had. I knew it was going to be different, but I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was so turned on, but curiosity and fear were still present in my mind. Kara talked encouragingly to me in between licks and kisses. “Don’t be scared. I’m here for you no matter what happens. Just let go. It’ll be so good, I promise.” I took her at her word and let down my guard, pushing all my inhibitions away and giving in to the totally amazing feelings that the beautiful woman between my legs was causing. Kara noticed my decision and nodded in agreement before she twisted her hand and sucked my clit into her mouth.

The effect was instantaneous and earth

shattering. I came up off the bed with a gasp and a shout of pure ecstasy. Liquid poured out from between my thighs as I came harder than I ever had in my life. If anyone was in the dorm, they knew exactly what was going on in room two-oh-four. Before I could question what Kara had just made me do, she stabbed her tongue deep inside of me, lapping furiously at the large amount of fluid I had produced, like a cat

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with an endless supply of cream. I felt the caress from my head to my toes as the powerful aftershocks I’d been experiencing immediately crested into strong contractions that seized up every muscle in my body. Tears were running down my cheeks from the sheer strength of the pleasure, and I was sure that if she forced me to another orgasm my heart would stop. It took nearly all my strength to reach down and gently push her away. “Stop. No More. I need a few minutes to catch my breath.” I heard her chuckle as she kept on exploring me. After what seemed like an eternity she lifted her face from between my thighs. Her cheeks and chin were shiny with my juices. She smiled broadly at me and licked her lips in a slow, sensuous movement that made my eyes widen because it was so erotic. Then she wiped her face and sucked each of her fingers into her mouth, one by one, as if she couldn’t bear the thought of wasting one drop of my cum. I was lightheaded, wrung out, and sexually sated in a way that left me feeling completely boneless and happy. I knew I was grinning drunkenly as Kara flopped down on the bed next to me. I wanted to question what had just happened, but I didn’t have the energy to do it. I had to compliment her on her remarkable skill though. I knew she had denied herself release while she’d concentrated on my needs, and I felt bad about that, but the feeling of near exhaustion made it impossible for me to return the favor at the moment. I vowed to love her thoroughly after a bit of rest. The feel of Kara’s hand softly stroking my cheek made me open my eyes, which I didn’t realize had slid shut. She pulled me into her arms, and it felt so right to be cuddled up next to her with our bodies pressed tightly together. I burrowed deeper into the

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embrace and laid my head on her chest, where I could hear the steady sound of her heartbeat. Kara started running her fingers though my hair, massaging my scalp in a hypnotic motion designed to relax. I fought off sleep for a moment to enjoy the rare sensation of some post sex snuggling. ¶ Men never seemed willing to stick around in bed with me and just relax after the sex was over. I had some questions I desperately needed Kara to answer, and I was experiencing so many new emotions, too. At the moment I didn’t have the energy for deep conversation though, and after having the most amazing orgasm in the world, I wasn’t sure my brain cells were functioning enough to even try to talk. I could feel Kara’s head against mine as she shook it slowly and giggled. “Stop thinking so hard. I can see steam coming out of your ears.” My voice was quiet and drowsy. “You can not.” “Yes I can. I don’t know what you’re trying to work out, but I can tell you’re exhausted, especially if that really was your first ever g-spot orgasm. Go on and take a nap, and we’ll talk when you wake up.” My reply this time was even quieter. “Okay, but I feel bad about what just happened.” I felt her tense. “Why?” “Because I had all the fun and you didn’t.” She relaxed immediately. “Oh, I had plenty of fun.” She took my hand and placed it between her legs, where she pressed it against her pussy. I could feel the wetness slicking her inner thighs. “Watching you got me so hot. The way you responded to each and every touch was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve enjoyed every

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minute of what we’ve shared together so far. Now go on and rest so I can finish with you when you wake up.” I gulped. “You mean you’re not done with me yet?” “Oh, baby no, not by a long shot. This was just a little taste of what it can be like between two women.” I wondered for a minute if I hadn’t bitten off more than I could chew with Kara, but then I fell asleep and didn’t have any more time to worry about it. I woke to the feeling of someone stroking a hand up and down my side, occasionally moving over to stroke my breasts or dip between my legs in an all too quick caress, before disappearing to cover more skin elsewhere. It took me a bit to remember where I was, and who I was in bed with. I must have made some sound because Kara stopped her investigation immediately. “I was wondering when you’d wake up. Did you sleep well?” “Y…ye...” My voice sounded ragged and I was pretty sure it would be completely gone by morning from all the screams she’d pulled out of me earlier.

After her

performance though, losing my voice would be a small price to pay for what I’d experienced. I cleared my throat and tried speaking again. “Yes, but I had a really weird dream.” “Do you want to tell me about it?” I shook my head. “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because it involved you and me, and what we were doing was very naughty.” She ran her hand back down my side and down between my legs, lingering long

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enough to feel the new moisture that had built up there from my wickedly hot dream. “Oh, it was that kind of dream. I love those, even though most of the time you wake up horny and alone afterwards.

Guess it’s a good thing you’re in bed with

someone.” I didn’t reply immediately because I was still thinking about what we’d done earlier, and wondering why I was so at ease with it. Kara noticed my silence and questioned me. “You’re really quiet. What are you thinking about?” “You, us, what happened earlier.” Her hand pulled away from between my thighs and came to rest on my stomach. “You didn’t like it?” I shook my head slightly, rubbing my face in her cleavage. “Oh, no, I loved every minute of it, but I’m confused about something and I’m trying to figure out how to ask you about it. Plus, I still feel bad because you didn’t get to enjoy it the way I did.” She giggled. “That tickles.” I laid my head back down and began toying with one nipple with my finger. “Mmmm, that’s nice. Now what were you confused about?” “It’s stupid.” “Nothing between lovers is ever stupid. Don’t ever feel like you have to be afraid with me.” I looked up at her with shock and awe on my face. “Is that what we are, lovers?” She nodded. “What would you call us?” My voice was quiet as I replied. “I don’t know.”

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“Think about it. The definition of a lover is one or both of the partners in a sexual relationship. I would definitely call what we just did sexual and I’m hoping for more than a one-night stand with you. I like you. I’m attracted to you, and I think you’re attracted to me as well, at least I hope so. I want you to feel comfortable around me. I want sex with you, but I want a friendship as well. A companion, a partner. A lover. Is that what you want?” I had to think about that for a moment. She was offering me something that no man had ever offered me. She had made me feel more amazing and cherished in the short time we’d been together than any one of my previous so-called boyfriends had. Was I attracted to Kara? I looked down at her nude body. The answer to that question was a pretty definite yes. As for the comfort factor, I was much calmer with her now than I had been in the beginning, but I was always nervous at the start of a new relationship. I realized something at that moment; Kara and I really were taking steps towards building something that could easily become serious. The thought didn’t scare me. I was willing to acknowledge the change and open myself up to the possibility of Kara, and becoming an exclusive couple. In fact, I was actually looking forward to it. “I think I would like that. I don’t know what it means right now, but the idea is very pleasant.” My hand began to wander across her belly. “I’ve enjoyed being with you, and not just the sex, though so far that has been incredible. It’s nice to be able to talk to you instead of being shoved out the door.” “Does that happen to you a lot?” I was busy playing with the sparkling jewel in her tummy. “What?” “Do you get thrown out a lot after sex?”

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“Yeah, actually, I do. I never seem to attract the right type of guy. We meet, we have sex, and then he wants me gone so he can study, or meet his boys for a drink, or some other type of bullshit. Some sad excuse that always makes me feel like I’m nothing but a play toy for them. Just a way to pass the time until they find something better to do.” “Elizabeth, that is just disgusting. Men are mostly just a bunch of worthless jerks who wouldn’t recognize a good woman if she kicked him in the balls. Only a real woman knows how another woman wants and needs to be treated.” She reached down with her hand and covered mine where it rested against her dark skin, tangling our fingers together. “Although I’m glad that none of them decided to keep you. It means that I got a chance to show you how great we can be with each other.” “Oh, we’re more than great. What you just did to my body was electrifying. Even though I still don’t know why I came like I did.” She chuckled softly. “You mean the flood?” I nodded shyly. “Yeah.” “You’ve really never had a g-spot orgasm before?” “I’ve never had anything done to me that felt like that.” “You definitely were dating the wrong guys if none of them ever took the time to find your best erogenous zone.” “I though for a minute that I’d wet the bed.” I could feel the heat of a deep blush creeping over my cheeks.” “G-spot orgasms almost always make you squirt like that. It’s the female version of ejaculation, and it feels so damn good.”

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“Yeah, it did. Can I ask you another question?” “Anything.” I pushed myself up until I could look her right in the face. I’d had time to catch my breath, and now I wanted to give her the type of mind bending experience she’d treated me to earlier. “Do you mind if I go exploring for your g-spot?” Kara’s eyes dilated and I knew the answer before she even replied. “Yes, please.” The needy sound in her voice made me want to find and explore each and every erogenous zone on her body until she was as sexually sated as I had been earlier. My only concern was the fact that she was experienced in being with another woman, when I wasn’t. As I was contemplating my lack of skill, I felt sure Kara had noticed my sudden halt. I wanted to explain the reason for my delay. “I love your body.” I stroked my hand hesitantly over her pert and perky titties. “I want to show you how amazing I think you are.” I paused to place a suckling kiss on each erect tip. “I want to watch you moan and writhe and call my name when I push you over the edge. I want to worship every inch of your body the way it deserves to be worshiped, but I’m also afraid.” The look on her face was reassuring and kind. “What are you afraid of?” “I don’t want to disappoint you because of my inexperience. I want to please you, but I’m not sure how to do it.” She cupped my chin in the palm of her hand, moving my face slightly so I had to look her in the eyes. “Baby, don’t worry so much. Sex isn’t a battle. You don’t need to devise a plan of attack before you start. Just calm down and let yourself enjoy the

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moment. Everything will work itself out if you just relax and go with your instincts. We all have our own style of love making, and when you’re being intimate with someone you care about who also cares deeply for you, then you can’t make a mistake.” I looked over at the silver vibrator that was still lying next to the pillow where Kara had thrown it earlier and a wonderful idea suddenly formed in my head. I directed my gaze toward the table next to her bed. “Do you have any massage oil in your toy drawer?” She nodded, but looked a bit perplexed as well. “Yes, I have some. Can I be nosy and ask why you need it?” I reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. Inside were the normal sexual toys that most college girls kept hidden in their rooms for those off times when they didn’t have a boyfriend, or woke up needing release at odd hours during the night. One item though, was so shocking that I had to stifle a gasp and try to keep my face from betraying my emotion. I tried to look calm as I rifled around for the bottle of oil, but the sight of a gigantic blue rubber double-ended dildo had been quite a shocking find. I pushed it to the side, almost afraid to touch it because of the sheer size of the tool, and found the bottle of warming massage oil hidden underneath it.

I pulled it out and shut the drawer

immediately; hoping Kara hadn’t noticed me acting oddly. While I studied the bottle, I caught sight of her face out of the corner of my eye. She seemed curious, but didn’t look like she’d noticed anything unusual. I took a deep breath and moved on to the next stage in my plan of seduction. “Turn over.” She did as I asked without hesitation. It was another plus in my book. Most guys

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would have argued against the command, or flat out refused, but she just did as I asked without any fuss. I poured the cool oil across her shoulders and dribbled a bit down her spine. She squirmed and squeaked as the cold liquid came into contact with her hot skin. “Lord, that’s chilly.” I capped the bottle and laid it next to me on the bed near the vibrator. “It’ll warm up soon.” I began kneading her shoulders, working the oil across her skin and into the base of her neck. My mother had decided to open her own business once she found out I’d been accepted into college. She’d opened a spa and had invited me to come to a few massage classes with her. I was glad I had, because the lessons were definitely coming in handy at the moment. I worked my way down, paying special attention to each vertebra as I went lower and lower.

Kara was moaning with pleasure, writhing against the bed in a move

reminiscent of a kitten with an endless supply of catnip. I watched her body, marveling at how the oil seemed to make her dark skin glow in the dim light of her lamp. The scent of strawberries filled the room, combining with the already powerful aroma of sex, and I couldn’t resist a small taste. I continued the massage, now working my hands into the small of her back just above the delicious swell of her ass, and leaned down to lick a line up her spine, rolling the unique taste of strawberries and Kara around on my tongue as they mixed together in my mouth. I wanted to taste more of her. “Your hands are incredible. I may have to keep you around just for your amazing

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backrubs.” I took the comment as the compliment it was meant to be. “Now flip over and let me do your front.” She laughed. “Yes, please do my front.” I smacked her lightly on the ass before she managed to turn onto her back. “Someone has their mind in the gutter. This is just a standard massage, nothing kinky about it.” I tilted my head sideways and gave her the most innocent look I could muster. When she burst out laughing, I knew I had failed miserably. “Do you normally give massages to naked people while you’re naked as well?” I shrugged. “Um…maybe.” She was laughing full out now. Her smile was traffic stopping, and I couldn’t help but laugh and smile back, too. When I began the massage on her front side in earnest, the giggling stopped and the moaning took over. I poured more oil over her body, coating her chest and tummy thoroughly. As I rubbed and caressed the sweet liquid into her breasts, I bent to lick the oil out from where it had pooled in her belly button. I mimicked the motions Kara had used on me earlier during oral sex, thrusting my tongue in and out of the hole at varying rates of speed, then following the move up with slow licks around the rim before plunging back inside to lap up the strawberry taste. When I finally paused and looked up, Kara had her eyes squeezed shut and her hands fisted in the sheets, as if she was holding on for dear life. I loved the way she looked at that exact moment, totally wild and eager for my touch. I grabbed the bottle of oil one last time and drizzled the remainder slowly across

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her upper thighs, letting it run down between her legs to pool in a little stream beneath her on the sheets. “I hope you don’t mind me getting the bed dirty.” She shook her head, the strain to remain in control evident on her face. “I don’t care if you rip up the mattress and throw it in the trash, as long as you keep on doing what you’re doing.” The power I had over her at the moment was intoxicating. I rubbed my way up and down her legs, working the oil into every inch of her bare skin, right down to her toes. As I glided back up, she spread her legs farther apart in a silent invitation. I took her up on the offer. I slid my fingers across her swollen lips until I found her clit. I bent down to give it a thorough inspection, blowing lightly on the little nub and following the act with a long swipe of my tongue. Kara called out, arching her back and pressing her pelvis against my face in a demand for more. I gave her everything I had to offer. I nipped gently on her love button and thrust a finger down through the combination of her own wetness and the strawberry oil. When I slid it deep inside her pussy, her muscles clenched around me. I marveled at the feeling. “You’re wet, but so tight.

How long has it been since you’ve been with

someone?” “A while now.” With the state she was in I knew she would answer anything I asked her, and I’m a very inquisitive person. “Have you ever been with a guy?”

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She shook her head. “No, I’ve never been interested in men at all. I’ve been attracted to women as far back as I can remember.” My eyes widened in shock. “So you’re still a virgin?” Kara nodded slowly and began gyrating against my still hand. “Technically, yes.” “What do you mean, technically?” She groaned. “I’ve used a vibrator before.” “You’ve used it yourself or had it used on you?” “Elizabeth! We can discuss this as much as you want to later, but right now I’m begging you. Less talk and more action, please!” “You mean like this?”

I dived back between her thighs with a vengeance,

working her clit with my lips, teeth, and tongue while I pushed a second finger inside her to join the first one. “Harder…faster. Oh…oh…ohhhh…I…I’m…I’m…” She bucked hard against my face as she cried out in completion. I kept myself planted firmly between her legs, bringing her down with light touches and kisses while continuing to taste her sweet nectar. Kara sighed deeply with satisfaction as her body shuddered slightly with gentle aftershocks. “I needed that so bad.” I laid my head against her hip, turning so I could stare up at her. I had to smile at the blissful expression on her face. “That didn’t take very long.” She looked down at me. “I didn’t think it would. I’ve been hanging on the edge for a while tonight.” I chuckled.

“I can only imagine.

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something?” “Sure.” She waved her hand non-distinctly in the air and then let her arm drop as if she was too tired to complete the gesture. “Fire away.” I opened my mouth to respond, and then quickly closed it. Kara looked so peaceful.

Her breathing was deep and even, and her eyes were totally shut.

She

obviously wasn’t expecting anything else, but I wasn’t finished yet. I was pretty sure she was napping, but she could have just as easily been fooling with me, so I had to be careful. I moved slowly and clicked off the light on the nightstand. Her body tensed under me for just a moment and then relaxed once again. I moved up next to her, trying to distract her from what I was really doing by pretending to find a comfy spot to cuddle and rest. I moved a bit to make some sound to help blot out the noise of me opening her nightstand drawer. Soft snores filtered through the air, alerting me to her whereabouts by sound and telling me that she truly was asleep. I reached inside the drawer for my prize. I didn’t need light to find what I was looking for because the size of the toy was enough for me to identify the fake penis by feel. I grasped the rubber monster and dropped down next to Kara. My plan gave me the perfect opportunity to wake her up the way she had woken me earlier. I paused momentarily to decide whether or not to let her sleep a bit before beginning. In the end, I decided not to wait. The night was nearly over, and since there were no classes on Saturday, we could catch up on what sleep we’d lost then; besides, any of my friends will tell you that patience is not one of my strong points. I was too keyed up to see how Kara would react to my use of the blue double dildo to allow her any more

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recovery time. I also didn’t want to delay because I was afraid that if I waited I’d lose my nerve, but just the thought of seeing her stretched wide around the massive dick was enough to make me proceed. I didn’t bother being quiet now. It was obvious that Kara was a rather deep sleeper. I moved the toy, now nicknamed Big Blue, down the bed with me where I laid it next to my leg so I could grab it easily when the time for its use came. As I was moving into position my hand came across the small silver vibrator that Kara had thrown onto the bed at the beginning of the evening. It wasn’t nearly as long or wide as the two headed cock, but it was a pretty decent size. Definitely as good as or better than what most of the guys on campus had lounging around in their pants. I knew the bottle of oil was empty and Kara was very tight, but I thought that if I used the vibrator first it might make the transition to Big Blue easier. I was also counting on the remnants from my sensual massage, coupled with the moisture from my mouth and her very recent orgasm, to help ease the toy inside her where it belonged. If things went accordingly, I was hoping to have the other end of the rubber penis planted deeply inside my own pussy. The thought of both of us being fucked by it at the same time made me think about getting myself off with a quickie before waking Kara up, but I decided against it. When I came again, I wanted it to be at the same time as my partner. I grabbed the cool plastic shaft of the vibrator in one hand while I used my other hand to trace Kara’s soft curves until I came into contact with the vee between her legs. I still couldn’t get over the erotic feeling of touching her completely hairless crotch. The skin was so soft and smooth I could have rubbed on it forever. Kara shifted suddenly, a quiet moan escaping her lips as she spread her legs just a

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bit. I wondered if it was my touch that pulled that sound out of her, or if she was having as good a dream as the one I’d recently had. I let my fingers drift lower until they parted her slick, pouty lips. When my thumb brushed over her clit, she made a soft little mewling sound from deep in her throat that reminded me of a contented feline. I wanted desperately to hear that noise again. I dipped one finger through her wet folds until I found her entrance. I wanted to be able to see Kara’s expression when she woke, but if my assumption was correct, she’d never used the dildo before or anything even remotely close to that size in sex toys, and I didn’t want her to see it and freak out when she realized what I planned to do with it. The thought of possibly popping Kara’s cherry had me feeling very dominant and excited. I moved my hand back and forth slowly, trying to wake her as gently as possible. When my single finger slid inside, I immediately added a second digit. It took a bit of work to get two inside of her comfortably, but I must have been doing something right because she began to move against my hand. She was moving up and down, riding my fingers in a way assured to get her off quickly. I couldn’t allow that, not when she was still asleep. I pulled back and she shivered with the loss. I replaced my fingers with the tip of the vibrator and turned the base on to the lowest setting. Kara woke instantly when the loud buzzing noise filled the dark room and the slow pulse of the machine filled her cunt. “Elizabeth?” “Mmm hmm?” “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing and why are the lights turned off?”

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I felt her move to the side, as if reaching for the lamp, and turned off the toy. She halted mid motion and sobbed in irritation. When the room stayed dark I turned the vibrator back on. “I have a surprise for you, but you can’t turn on the light until I tell you to.” I turned the base up another notch and slid the plastic shaft farther inside her. She cried out with enthusiasm before falling back onto the bed. “Okay.” I moved the toy in and out of her slick channel, laughing at the ease with which she’d agreed to my request. “You’re quite agreeable, aren’t you?” She was panting now. “Hmmm? Oh, yes!” “If you like that, then you’re really going to enjoy this.” I pushed the vibrator in all the way and turned the base to its highest setting. Kara screamed and bucked, reaching out in the dark and grabbing a hold of my shoulders before pulling me flat against her. In this position I could feel the rapid jerk of her hips against me, as well as the quick fire vibration of the toy inside her. I didn’t have long before she was going to explode. I turned the toy back on low and sat up, grabbing Big Blue in the process. Kara was so focused on herself that she had no clue what I was up to, and by now I was completely soaked and horny too. It didn’t take much to ease the head of the toy inside me. When just a little more than the tip was securely inside, I pulled the vibrator completely out of Kara and spread her legs as wide as I could. “What are you doing? Don’t be so cruel! Put it back! I’ll do anything!” “Don’t worry; I’m not going to leave you like that. Just hold on a minute.” I tossed the silver bullet to the side and felt for the other end of the dildo. I held it

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tight as I fumbled in the dark to find my target. I didn’t have to search long. The minute my hand touched her leg she moved her body around until I was fondling her snatch. “Please, Elizabeth, I’m burning up.” I paused before placing the monstrous toy against her opening. “Do you trust me?” “What?” “I said, do you trust me?” “Elizabeth, this isn’t funny anymore.” “I’m not trying to be funny. I need to know if you trust me.” “What’s this about?” Her voice sounded apprehensive. “What are you going to do? I’m gonna turn on the light.” She moved again, and I knew that if she really wanted to turn on the light I couldn’t stop her; all I could do was ask her not to and hope she agreed. “Wait, Kara please! Just give me a few minutes. If you don’t like what I’m doing I’ll stop and you can turn on the light.” It took what seemed like forever for her to reach a decision but in the end, probably only a few minutes passed before she settled back down with the room still bathed in darkness. There’s nothing like fear to kill the mood, so I opted to work her back up to the brink again before trying to penetrate her. I had no idea where I had tossed the vibrator, so I used the next best thing I had—my mouth. I descended on her in a frenzy, sucking her clit into my mouth while steadily working my end of the dildo in and out of my pussy. When she begged me to fuck her, I rose up and started to do just that. I knew what she was expecting, but that wasn’t what I

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was about to give her. I had nearly half of Big Blue inside me when I began rubbing the other head of it over her already over sensitized sex. She groaned and tried to force it inside of her. She lunged upward and stopped suddenly when the head of the instrument popped inside her cunt. “Oh my God, what is that?” This time she didn’t stop as she reached over and turned on the lamp. I had to move quickly to hold the toy in place so it wouldn’t slip out, I didn’t want to lose what ground we’d gained. I had to close my eyes when she flipped on the light. When I opened them again, she was staring down between us in astonishment, frozen in shock. “Holy shit. You are not fucking me with that!” I moved forward just a fraction of an inch, and the toy slid inside her just a bit more. Her eyes widen as she realized she was actually able to accommodate the dildo. When I rose up slightly, she finally took notice that that other end of the toy was inside me as well. Her voice was deep and gravely. “Dear Lord. I thought you said you weren’t gay?” I shrugged my shoulders and moved the toy out of me a bit, and a tad father into her before reversing the motion. She shivered and I had to focus in order to reply. “Who knows? Maybe my inner lesbian was just waiting for the chance to come out and play.” I worked the two back and forth a little faster, letting it sink further inside her every time I moved. “I guess you could definitely say I’ve switched sides.” “Thank God for that.”

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mimicked the movement. She reached out and took hold of the middle of the dildo, resting her hand on top of mine. “Let’s ride this thing together.” I could only nod because I couldn’t have formed a coherent reply even if I had wanted to. Once we found our rhythm, it didn’t take us very long. We were both extremely aroused, and the sight of watching Kara work herself to a climax with the huge toy had me cumming almost immediately. “Now, Kara, I can’t wait any longer!” “Wait, wait…I…I…I’m…Ohhhhhh!!!” With her first shout of ecstasy I plunged the dildo back inside myself hard while pushing my pelvis towards Kara. We held each other tight as we worked ourselves down from the last and most spectacular orgasm of the night. When we collapsed together, we had barely enough energy to throw the toy out of the bed and pull up the covers. The sun was rising as we fell asleep. I woke several hours later toKara propped up on her elbow staring down at me. She looked extremely happy, and I felt proud that I was the one that had made her feel like that; I was pretty ecstatic myself. I was feeling a bit shy after my wild exhibition, but I’d been given a gift in the form of my new girlfriend, and I wasn’t about to question what I’d done to deserve her. She stroked my hair away from my face, lingering with her hand on my cheek. “Good morning.” I smiled shyly. “Morning. What time is it?” She chuckled. “A little after noon.”

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shoulders. “Are you sore?” “Yeah, you gave me a hell of a workout. She laughed hilariously. “I gave you a workout? Baby, you outdid me last night with that last stunt. I may never walk again.” Now I was the one worried. “You didn’t enjoy it?” She shook her head playfully. “I never said that. You are an animal in bed. The men who didn’t hang on to you must have been retarded, but then, their loss is my gain. Do you want to go get something to eat? My treat.” “You mean like a date?” She nodded. “So are we a couple now?” “If you want us to be.” “Yeah, I do.” She grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She stood and stretched, but winced as she did it. “We’ll have to take it easier next time though. My body isn’t used to that kind of exertion.” I was thrilled to know she wanted a next time with me. “I think we can do slow and gentle, too.” I looked at us, both standing there disheveled and naked. “Maybe we ought to get a shower and get dressed before we go out; we might scare somebody.” “I’d offer to shower with you, but then we’d never get anything to eat and I doubt you want anyone to find us making out in the group shower stalls.” I realized she was offering to keep the whole relationship secret but I didn’t want

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that. I knew we could never truly be a couple if we had to hide from everyone all the time. “You don’t have to worry about us being seen together if that’s what you’re hinting at. I’m proud to be your lover, girlfriend, significant other, or whatever else people call it nowadays. Besides, my reputation isn’t exactly sparkly anyway.” She picked up my clothes from where she’d folded them and placed them on her desk and handed them to me. “I’m glad you feel that way.” She watched me dress before grabbing me for a soft, smooth kiss. “You want to meet me downstairs in a couple of hours? We can have a late lunch, because we’ve definitely missed breakfast. I’d like to show you off to some of my friends. They’ll all be insanely jealous when I tell them you’re mine.” I laughed and agreed, the playful tone of her voice breaking the morning after tension. “That sounds good.” I paused before continuing. “Thank you.” “For what?” I took her hand in mine and stroked it gently. I looked down at the floor, afraid to see her face in case she didn’t feel the same way. “For everything. For loving me the way I needed to be loved.” She tilted my chin up with her free hand and gave me a quick chaste peck. “It was my pleasure.” I was halfway out the door when she called softly. “Thank you, too.” I nodded, knowing she was watching me because I hadn’t heard the sound of her door shutting. I turned around and blew her a kiss before ducking inside my room.

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Diary Of Alexis By Trista Bane

Dedication For my husband, Who has never stopped believing that this is possible, Who has shown me that true love truly can all, Who is my muse, my inspiration, And without whom this book would not exist. Special Thanks To: My husband Mack and friend Holly, for reading and re-reading. To my brilliant editor, Sandra, who connected with this story in a way I didn’t think possible and who treated “my baby” as thought it were her own.

Tuesday, March 7, 2006 Everywhere I go, I feel like I’m being watched! I guess that’s to be expected since I am a newcomer in a fairly small community. But still… Sometimes I get this eerie feeling that someone’s lurking around every corner. I guess that, too, is to be expected considering the way my family dispersed to the ends of the earth to stay alive. I’m tired of running. I want answers. That’s why I’m here. My search to find out the truth about my family brought me to northeast Arkansas. Tonight, I’m in for a restless night. I hate sleeping in hotels. I’m staying at the Hampton Inn in Jonesboro, and the sleeping accommodations leave much to be desired.

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Actually, the room is quite nice, as far as hotel rooms are concerned. The bed is firmer than I’d like it and the pillows softer than I’d like them, but the room’s not that bad. It’s just not home. But, when have I ever really had a home? A real home, anyway? Not since I was young. Before mom and dad died. I’m the oldest of seven sisters. My aunts and uncles split us up, hoping to keep us alive, but they won’t tell us what the danger is. I’ve spent the last twelve years of my life running. Without knowing what I’m running from. I have to swallow my fear and keep searching—for my sisters’ sakes. They deserve to know why their lives are in peril. We all deserve to know, if not why our parents died, then at least how. I hope I can one day give them those answers. Whenever I’m in a somber mood, I take a stroll in the moonlight. Tonight’s moon was beautiful, a silver orb beckoning me to gaze upon her. She’s not quite full, but will be within the week. I’ve have always had an affection for the moon. She affects me, my temperament. I’ve always felt a kind of—connection, I suppose. On any other night, I would have gone outside and just watched her for hours. I feel so silly that I’ve let sudden fears stay me and keep me from doing what my heart pulls me to do. ***** I just got off the phone with Deneria. My youngest sister thinks she’s a psychic or something. She’s always spouting on about how danger is approaching. In other words, she wanted to call and check up on me. I didn’t let on how I felt tonight. Deneria thinks I’m fearless and I’d like to keep it that way. At least for now. No sense in worrying her needlessly. In truth, there’s something about Deneria. She’s the baby of the family and we’ve

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all spoiled her rotten, especially after mom and dad died. I guess we wanted to protect her because she looks so much like mom. She sent a picture of herself via instant messenger earlier this week. The resemblance is even more striking now than in our childhood. The pale blue sundress Deneria wore in the picture complemented her almond complexion. Thick sandy-blonde curls caressed her bare shoulders. The sunbonnet she wore cast much of her oval face in shadow but failed to dim the twinkle in her bright green eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that I was looking at a picture of our mother in her youth. Should someone stand us side by side in a lineup, few would guess we’re sisters. Whenever I look in the mirror, my father’s dark blue eyes stare back at me from beneath a crop of short, stringy raven hair. My father’s great-grandmother was part Cherokee. He always said I look like her. Maybe that’s why everyone thought I was my father’s favorite.

Bunch of

dummies! It didn’t take a genius to realize Deneria was his favorite. Not that I’m bitter or jealous. Deneria is everyone’s favorite, including mine. But I would never tell Alyssa, Katie, Sirena, Selene, or Taylor. I love my sisters. It pains me that we’re forced to spend this much time apart. My sisters are the only family I’ve got and I’ll be damned if I’ll let anyone take them from me. The seven of us haven’t been together in one place in twelve years! I promised myself that before Deneria turns twenty, I’d find out who is after us and end this madness so we could be together. I have two short years to fulfill that promise. I can’t give up now. Deneria always says weird things. Like tonight, she said, “Alexis, I have a feeling

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there’s someone out there. Someone who can help you find the answers that you seek.” Yeah. That’s exactly the way she said it too. “Awesome,” I told her in my most sarcastic tone of voice. “What’s he look like?” “Don’t patronize me, Alex. I’m serious.” Deneria sounded as annoyed as she was capable of. Deneria is one of those people so sweet and kind she couldn’t sound annoyed even when she was at the point of strangling you. And, yes, I probably had gotten her to that point in our conversation, but I just couldn’t help myself. “I am too! Honey, I’m twenty-five years old. I’ve never had a man and I’m horny as hell. If someone’s seeking me out, I hope it’s to ravage me repeatedly.” “Don’t talk like that, Alexis.” Yep, Deneria is the angel of the family. “I know better than that. You’ve had countless opportunities to be with a guy, but turned them down. You’re waiting for the right guy just like the rest of us.” Of course, I didn’t let on she was right. “I just haven’t found one who looks hot enough or well endowed enough.” Or one who could make me feel the way dad always made mom feel. “Fine!” Deneria was truly exasperated with me. I couldn’t help but laugh. “So, if the one who is destined to help you looks hot enough and is well endowed enough, would you let him help you?” “Ohhh, yeah. You do realize that that works on multiple levels, don’t you?” If Deneria ever cussed, I’m sure she would’ve hurled a few obscenities at me. As it was, she just yelled. I suppose I didn’t help matters any by laughing while she reprimanded me. Chills ran up my spine when she told me about this mystery guy. I still have the

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tell-tale bumps on my arms to prove it. As I said before, there’s something about Deneria. As much as I hate to admit it, she does have a gift. She swears we all do, and six of us just ignore our intuition. Yeah, right.

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Wednesday, March 8, 2006

I had the weirdest dream. (Sigh.) Actually it was a wonderful dream. I was lying on the too-firm mattress trying to go to sleep, thinking about what Deneria had said. About someone who’s destined to help and protect me, and I found myself wondering who he was. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew… “Well, hello.” His voice was a deep, gravelly tenor. We stood outside under the moon I admired earlier. Dressed in my pjs I shivered. My bare feet scrunched the grass between my toes. Embarrassed by my appearance, I managed to put a check on my nerves long enough to turn around and look at him. Yowza! But he was hot, the epitome of perfection. My fingers itched to trace those rippling muscles across his broad shoulders, honed chest, tight abs, and down to where a light dusting of hair disappeared beneath a pair of unbuttoned blue jeans. The feral look in his gaze as he eyed me left me feeling like a predator’s main course. His hungry, hazel eyes lingered on my lips for a moment. My knees trembled and my body betrayed me, with an engulfing flare of heat and the moisture of desire. When he flashed a dimply smile at me, I lost myself in the act. Okay, so maybe being this predator’s main course wouldn’t be so bad. As long as I also get to be dessert! Alex! I chided myself. What? He’s just a dream. On that note, I grew bold. “Hello, yourself.”

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I rationalized that since this was a dream, I should at least be able to change out of my horrid flannel pjs. I closed my eyes and pictured myself in a filmy, long white satin gown. Okay, so it was completely see-through. But you should’ve seen this guy! I’m tall, but he towered over me like I was five-foot-nothing. He had short, wavy dark brown hair, and oh my God, but he was buff! I opened my eyes to find myself wearing the gown I had pictured. A low growl escaped his throat and he stalked the short distance toward me. Without further adieu, he wrapped his arms around me and covered my lips in the most breathtaking kiss I’ve ever received. His heat, his need, seemed to flood into me. I felt, deep down, that he didn’t just need sex. He needed me. I gasped as his lips found my exposed neck. He trailed kisses down to my exposed cleavage. Weak and panting, I called out a name. “Conner.” The minute the name escaped my lips I mentally kicked myself. The yummy feral guy in tight jeans backed away and stared at me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I called you that. I don’t even know a Conner.” Yeah, right. I didn’t expect him to believe me. I’m not even sure why I cared that he believed me. It was just a dream. “You know one now. I’m Conner Vanmaldren.” Holy crap! How did I know his name? Well duh, I reasoned, it is your dream. The look in Conner’s eyes told me that he knew something I didn’t. That teasing look drove me crazy. But, all I could think about was finishing what we started. “Nice to meet you, Conner. I’m Alexis Cooke.” This time I closed the distance

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between us. I parted his open shirt and ran my hands down his exposed, tanned chest. In hindsight, I realize that he didn’t return my caresses. He kept his hands balled into fists at his side, as if he forced himself not to touch me. “Alexis.” My name on his lips sounded like a soft plea. He seized my roaming hands, but held them close to his chest. The feral look gone completely, he now looked solemn, maybe even melancholy. “What was the last thing you were thinking about when you went to sleep tonight?” What an odd question for a dream guy. Should I tell him the truth? Why not? It’s just a dream. What’ve I got to lose? Yeah. I know it’s a bad sign I’m both talking and answering myself, but at least I’m not doing it aloud. “My sister told me that someone would come into my life one destined to help me find the answers I seek. I guess that’s what I was thinking about.” He nodded as if I’d managed to explain everything. Then he lifted my necklace and stared at the pendant of a silver wolf in the center of a crimson and gold crest. The suspended ornament looked small in his large hand. After countless minutes, he looked back at me, his eyes wide in amazement and whispered, “You’re a Lycaon.” “A lycan? As in lycanthrope?” Okay, I struggled not to sound offended. I may not be the most beautiful girl in the world, but I could hardly be compared to a werewolf. “As in heiress of the great Pyrrhus Lycaon who lived during the time of Caesar and Augustus and beyond. Who quite possibly was a direct descendant of the great Trojan warrior Hector.” He looked and sounded awed. “No one’s ever told you what this crest means?” he whispered in disbelief.

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Awake, I thought of dozens of clever responses to his question. At the time, I just stood there dumb-founded and shook my head. Why must my life always boil down to a series of questions without answers? “A Lycaon. And she called me into her dreams.” He began a kind of happy pacing. He ran his hand absentmindedly through his dark hair. God, but that was sexy. My body still pulsed for him. Heat rushed through me. The moon above seemed to mock me. It sounds crazy, but it’s almost as if the moon controlled more of my body’s reaction to Conner than I did. He stopped in front of me, so close we almost touched. Why? Oh, why did he have to do that? Couldn’t he tell what his nearness did to me? “Alexis. What is your will? I’m at your service, milady.” Let me just melt right here at your feet, please. Okay, so I wasn’t ready for him to pledge himself to my service. Nor was I ready for my body’s reaction to the husky, needy way in which he spoke that pledge. In dreams we don’t have the same inhibitions we do when we’re awake. Right? Well, at least that’s what I reasoned when I wrapped my arms around him, turned my lips up expectedly, and waited for him to kiss me. A sigh escaped his lips a heartbeat before he kissed me. A sigh? No, actually the sound was a cross between a moan and a growl. The knowledge he wanted me as much as I wanted him sent liquid heat through my veins, rushing from every limb, to pulse at my core. I’d never felt anything like it and I didn’t want this feeling to end. “I can’t take advantage of you like this,” he whispered. Yes you can! I insist. Even in a dream I wasn’t bold enough to say it aloud. Suddenly the dream started to feel all too real and I certainly didn’t want to be the one to

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shatter that illusion. “Don’t do this to me, Lexi. It’s going to be hard enough to walk away without you insisting I take advantage of you.” Wait a damn minute! I didn’t say that aloud? Did I? Lexi, huh? No one’s ever called me that. I think I like it. “Conner?” Asking a dream guy just how he knew what I was thinking seemed absurd so the question hung in the air, unasked. “It wouldn’t be fair to you. You don’t know who you are, your abilities as a carrier. I’m not sure how you even found me…” Is it rude to interrupt a hot, half-naked guy when he’s attempting to explain all the reasons he has to be honorable where you’re concerned with a kiss? An innocent brush of your breasts against his bare chest? Yeah, that might’ve been a little rude. But it was fun. He looked as though determined to reject me yet again. I don’t know why he didn’t. There must have been desperation on my face or in my eyes. I remember thinking about how lonely I was and how much I needed to feel close to someone, if only for a little while. Again, I got the feeling he understood my thoughts because he slowly slid my long, see-through gown up my body and over my head. I shivered and considered trying to cover my nakedness with splayed hands, but forced them to my sides with hands balled in little tight fists. My inexperience caused me to break out in a nervous sweat despite the chill of the night air. The pit of my stomach contracted with conflicting emotions; nervousness, desire,

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loneliness, anxiousness all swirled around inside of me until I was sure I’d be sick or faint from the intensity of it all. “Close your eyes,” Conner’s husky voice whispered against my neck. I obeyed. Would I have trusted him enough to close my eyes and leave myself this vulnerable and defenseless if it hadn’t been a dream? Probably not, but then again, I wouldn’t stand here naked in front of him if it wasn’t a dream either. His soft lips, tantalizing tongue, and hot breathe seared my flesh. “Now that your eyes are closed,” he said, “picture a red silk sheet just over there on the soft grass. It’s your dream, so it’ll be as soft as you want it.” I thought of my bed at home, the home I had before my parents died. Resting in that bed had been pure comfort. I pictured the downy mattress and covered it with the silk sheet Conner requested. “Lie down, Love,” Conner instructed. “I’m going to make you feel the way you long to feel, the way you deserve to feel.” Mmmmm. I’ve never experienced anything like his touch before, nor am I ever likely to again. He straddled me and took my breasts in his hands, then tantalized my hard nipples by flicking one, then the other with his tongue. The cool silk sheet against my back and Conner’s heat on top of me caused a wave of anticipation to wash over me, and I writhed in silent expectation. I arched my back shamelessly, though it makes me blush now that I showed him my wanton desires. He must think… No. He’s a dream guy, he can’t think. This is only a dream. But it felt so real. It still feels so real.

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I loved the heat rushing from inside my heart to meet his lips as he gently suckled my nipples. I was momentarily disappointed when his mouth abandoned their slow torture of my swollen breasts and ventured down my abdomen. Then the anticipation struck. He couldn’t possibly be considering… He nudged my legs apart with his hands and settled in between them. He blew heat over my pussy, but despite my arching to meet his caress, he didn’t touch my lips or my clit. I ached and burned. I needed relief. I needed Conner. Starting from my knee, he ran his fingertips slowly up my thighs. I shivered as he allowed his fingertips to lightly brush my hair before beginning a slow descent down my legs again. He repeated this motion several times, each time he came closer to my lips, closer to my clit. Each time my body tightened more with anticipation. My back arched more, presenting my pussy to his view. Finally, after his delightful torture, his fingers spread the lips of my pussy and stroked my clit in a slow cadence. My body soon learned the rhythm of his song, and I thrust against his strokes. He took his time, allowing me to control the pace. I felt the heat and hardness of his erection press against my thigh as he shifted positions. Conner spread my wet, pink pussy wider and taking first one hand from me, then the other, he strategically placed them so I spread my pussy for him. His hot tongue sent such waves of shock and pleasure through me I shuddered against him. The short stubble on his face only increased the pleasurable sensations. I felt myself on the verge of climax, when Conner stopped. I must’ve let out a disappointed sigh, considering the look on Conner’s face. “Lexi, you’re beginning to wake up. I can’t keep you here much longer. Where

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are you?” “What?” My mind was in a cloud, my body pulsating, in desperate need of an orgasm, and he was asking questions? “Alex, this is important. Where are you?” “Arkansas.” “Where?” “Jonesboro.” “Which hotel?” Now, that was a bit intrusive even for a dream guy, wasn’t it? “Alex!” I stammered the answer. “Stay there.” That’s all I remembered before waking up wet, throbbing, and totally frustrated.

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Wednesday, March 8, 2006

Today was warmer, but rainy. I started my investigative journey at the Arkansas State University library. It’s been my experience that university libraries have more information and a more knowledgeable staff than public libraries. The Dean B. Ellis library is fairly large with several floors devoted to books, but I wasn’t looking for books. I was looking for articles. I walked to the help desk, but before I could ask the grumpy lady in the coke-bottle glasses to help me locate the information I sought, someone else approached me. “How can I help you?” The man who spoke looked much more genial and perhaps more knowledgeable than the lady at the help desk, so I turned my attention to him and smiled. Okay, so the fact that he looked like a Greek god didn’t hurt matters. With long black hair, pulled back at the nape of his neck and piercing brown eyes looking as if they were always seeking for clues and searching for answers I thought he may just be the one to help me find the information I needed. He looked as if he just came home from church in his oxford white shirt, black slacks, tie and jacket. The black jacket did little to conceal his broad shoulders and bulging muscles and I briefly wondered what he’d look like shirtless. Maybe this is the guy Deneria was talking about. He wanted to help me find answers and he was hot. “I’m looking for local newspapers from the week of January 13, 1996.” I stuttered the date. The day my parents died. When I was in Little Rock a few weeks ago,

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I found information concerning my parents’ deaths, but not much. The attendant there told me a newspaper from the area in which they died might be more useful, which is what brought me here. My parents died in a small community, between the towns of Caraway and Monette, called Vail. I hoped not to have to venture any closer to Vail but my future destination would depend upon the information I turned up here. The man paled, but nodded. I followed him to the microfilm area. The machines and films were glassed off, but a door stood open. “If you’ll just stand here for a moment, Ms… Ahh?” “Just call me Alexis.” He smiled warmly. “Alright, Alexis. I’ll return momentarily with the microfilm.” “I can’t go with you?” I didn’t bother to hide my disappointment. “Sorry. Rules,” he responded before retreating into the room. He returned a moment later, “I’m sorry Alexis, but the microfilm for the week you requested isn’t available, but I did manage to locate the film from the following week. Would you like for me to load it for you?” I sighed and nodded. Shit. Another dead end. I allowed him to set up the machine, although, I could do it myself. “Thank you.” I hoped the disappointment I felt at not having the right microfilm didn’t reflect in my voice. After all, it wasn’t his fault the microfilm I needed was missing. “You’re welcome. I’m Tom. Let me know if you need anything else.” “You work here?” “Well, actually,” he stepped closer to me, “that depends on what you mean by ‘here’. I don’t work in the library if that’s what you mean, but I do work on campus.”

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I scanned his suit again and asked, “A professor?” “Perhaps one day I’ll answer yes to that, but actually I’m a GA, a graduate assistant, working on my masters. Hopefully, I’ll graduate this summer and be hired on as an adjunct faculty member while I work on my doctorate.” Impressive. I only had a BSE in English and accomplishing that much seemed like a miracle. I changed universities three times because my aunts kept me on the move. I’d love to teach somewhere, but I can’t sign a contract that will keep me in one place for so long. “Well, Tom, I’m Alexis. How can I repay you for your help?” I was only being polite. It’s a southern hospitality thing. The expected response is “Oh, it was nothing,” or “Anytime.” Instead, Tom answered, “Let me take you out to eat. Tonight.” Okay, that floored me. I really didn’t know what to say in response. “Um. Sure,” I heard myself say. What in the hell is wrong with you, Alexis? He could be some crazed murderer or some kind of monster or something! Look at him. He’s a GA. Apparently I didn’t buy my own arguments, because I said, “As long as I can meet you there.” I didn’t want him to know where I was staying and I didn’t want to be in a car alone with him just yet. I’d heard too many horror stories. “Deal.” He shrugged. “Meet me at Omar’s Steakhouse at the 501 Club at 7:00.” I nodded and he walked away. My heart fluttered. What just happened? I sighed as I set about completing the task at hand. I feared answers as much as I hated not knowing. Even though this set of microfilm was not from the correct week, I

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feared what I could find concerning the investigation into my parents’ deaths. I searched the papers for nearly an hour and was about to give up when I found an article that made my heart sink. “Three Questioned in Recent Double Murder.” The article detailed everything I already knew about my parents’ deaths. The three people questioned had been placed at the scene by eye-witnesses and “other physical evidence.” A photo of all three suspects was included. One of them looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place him. It wasn’t until I was walking across the ASU campus back to my car that I remembered where I’d seen him before. Conner? It couldn’t be!

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The man in the picture looked just like the man in my dreams, but I hadn’t been able to find the name Conner Vanmaldren anywhere. I really needed to get a grip. Why did I feel betrayed by Conner for being suspect in my parents’ deaths, when I’d never even met him and had no proof he was even involved? I mean, it was a dream, for pity’s sake! It was late in the afternoon when I made it back to my hotel. By the time I arrived, Deneria had already called my cell three times. I don’t know why I’d left it at the hotel that morning, but I was glad I had. I’d been way too shaky earlier to deal with Deneria’s overly dramatic ramblings. Still, I had no choice but to call her back. Knowing Deneria, she’d have her

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skinny butt on the next plane to Jonesboro if I didn’t call soon. “I’m sorry, Dee. I just forgot my…” But Deneria cut me off as she often does when she has one of her feelings. “He didn’t do it, Alex.” “What’re you talking about, Deneria?” I asked, but I already knew the answer. “The guy in the picture. He didn’t do it. I don’t know who did, but it wasn’t him,” Deneria explained without pausing for breath. “Dee, you’re really scary sometimes. How can you know for sure? And how do you know what I saw?” Deneria gave an exasperated, don’t-you-ever-listen-to-me? sigh. Normally, I would’ve been tempted to work her up into a fury by teasing her, but today I was in no mood. “Look, Deneria. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. I really need to go, though because I’m supposed to be meeting someone in a few hours, and I need to get ready.” “Don’t go, Alexis.” Deneria’s voice sounded small and far away. She reminded me of the child I’d once known. The child she’d been the last time I saw her. Truth was I did want to believe her. I wanted to believe Conner was…real and coming for me. I wanted to believe he didn’t kill my parents and he was searching for me…to help me. But, even if I did believe that last night’s dream was real, Conner could just as easily kill me as give me answers. “Deneria. I’ll be fine. I promise. I’m taking a cab there and back. It’s a public place. I’m just having dinner with a GA from the local college.” I tried to reassure her. I

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hated it when she sounded like a lost little kid over the phone, knowing there’s nothing I can do to help her. “Besides, you’re the one who told me to go out with someone who’s trying to help me find answers.” “Yeah, but Tom’s not it. Promise me you’ll stay in a public place, Alex?” I didn’t have to ask how she knew his name. If she could tell me what I’d seen in the picture, she could certainly tell me what I’d heard. She sounded weak, as she often did when she had visions, not that I completely believe them. But I do believe she believes in them, and know they drain her energy completely. I closed my eyes and willed positive energy her way. Funny, but it felt that she did the same thing for me. After a few more minutes of reassuring my sister I’d be okay, I hung up the phone and got ready. I arrived at the 501 Club just before 7:00. I half expected Tom to keep me waiting or not to show up at all. “Your party is already here. I’ll show you to his table. Please sign in,” the hostess greeted me. I signed my name as guest beside Tom’s signature as member. Jonesboro is located in Craighead County, which is a dry county. Most of the places serving alcohol require a membership to dine there. Omar’s Steakhouse was located within the 501 Club; therefore, I hadn’t expected the quaint dining experience I was in for. I was surprised to see that the lights were dim; the tables were adorned with white tablecloths topped with fine silverware and goblets. A candle lantern burned in the center of every table. I was seated across from Tom in a large circular booth. He already

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ordered white wine, the glasses sitting on the table when I arrived. The candlelight reflected off the wine glasses and water goblets like moonbeams on the lake. Music filtered in from the adjoining club and soon I found myself in a state of giddiness. It had been a long time since I’d drunk anything, so I attributed my sudden sense of euphoria and lack of wit to the alcohol. I felt lightheaded. My lips and cheeks were numb and my body grew warm and tingly all over. Tom sat nearer to me than he had been earlier and I found myself wondering how he’d managed to scoot closer without me realizing it. By the time the food arrived, his hand was on my thigh, sliding under my short black skirt. My mind screamed out against his invasion and my body seemed unable to protest. My lips refused to say no. His mouth found mine, and his right hand brushed my breast. My nipples responded immediately and I moaned unable to control my physical responses. There was something, something besides the fact he was touching me so soon that just didn’t feel right. My mind caught glimpses of something that I couldn’t latch onto. Images of Tom flashed like memories in my mind. They were chaotic with no linear progression, and because they were not my memories, I couldn’t make any sense of them. I knew if I could just clear my head, I’d be able to put the pieces together. His left hand skimmed my inner thigh and attempted to nudge my legs apart. I forced the sensation to the back of my mind and concentrated on the images floating through my head. I didn’t push his hand away, however. It seemed to me then, though it may have been the euphoria, that the images came from him and breaking the connection would stop the flow of information. The longer he

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touched me, the clearer the images became. It seemed I was getting glimpses of his thoughts as well as his memories. My mind’s eye pictured his hand sprinkling a white powdery substance into a crystal glass I knew to be my wine goblet. “You drugged me?” My voice sounded foreign to me, far away. My words were slurred and I felt sluggish. Tom chuckled. “I gave you enough to make you listen to what your body wants.” I barely heard him. A silent scream echoed through me. I was completely inebriated and at the mercy of a stranger. He continued to rub his hands up and down my thighs. An involuntary moan escaped my lips and Tom smiled back at me. Another image flashed through my head. For an instant, the man sitting in front of me had fangs and fur. Yet, it was Tom. I knew it was Tom. I shook my head to clear the image. It faded and showed me the smiling Tom again. “You’re a monster,” I heard myself say. Tom chuckled again, but the last sound turned to a low, menacing growl in my ears. I blinked and he was closer to me. His thigh touched mine, his chest pressed against my breast. Sultry blues music washed through me and seemed to be controlling the rhythm of my heartbeat. Tom’s left hand was on my breast, his right at the nape of my neck. He tilted my head, exposing my neck to him and dipped his head to kiss my flesh. Horror struck me as I realized that Tom intended to bite me. I tried to scream, but

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what emerged was a mere whimper. Blue on black, tears on a river, push on a shove, it don’t mean much. The song drifted to me, but I couldn’t tell if the music was coming from the club or from inside of me. The words seemed to fit. I felt his teeth on my skin and prayed for the strength to push him away. The mental flashes came faster and more furious now. It was chaotic, without any sense of linear time. Despite the fact that I couldn’t put the pieces together to make sense of it all, it succeeded in making me fear Tom. I saw a house, the full moon, Tom laughing, blood. I shoved his chest and attempted to scramble up from the circular booth. He pulled me back to him. My back was to his chest and his lips were at my throat. “Why cause a scene, love?” “Don’t call me love,” I retorted. I didn’t know what this guy had done, but I was almost sure I knew what he was capable of. He wasn’t going to have me without a fight. “Let her go, cub.” I knew that voice. It was gravely and demanding. Tom laughed, but I could hear fear breaking the nonchalant, badass demeanor he tried to maintain. “Back off, Conner. She’s mine. In another minute, she’ll have my mark to prove it.” The room, which already spun grew fuzzy. My eyelids drifted shut despite my obvious interest in who would win this heated argument. “Christ, Darius! What did you give her?” Darius? Who’s Darius? Tom? Well, duh, why did I expect him to give me his

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real name? Tom’s, er Darius’, harsh cackle was the last sound I heard before his grasp tightened around my slumping body.

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Thursday, March 9, 2006

The wind howled outside adding the force of the wind to the downpour of hail rattling the windows. I opened my eyes slowly and winced from the pain. I was in my hotel room, but I wasn’t quite sure how I’d gotten there. I tried to sit up, but lay back down almost immediately. I was queasy, dizzy. I closed my eyes and resigned myself to staying right there until the room stopped spinning. The way I felt, I wasn’t sure it was ever going to stop. “Are you awake, then?” It was Conner’s voice. Relief blanketed me instantly, although, I’m not quite sure why. I knew Conner, but I not any better than I knew Tom, or Darius, or whoever the hell he was. Besides, Conner was a suspect in my parents’ murder, which should make him Alex’s Enemy Number One. I needed to find out what Conner knew about my parents’ murders and what he knew about Darius. “What did Darius give me?” I asked without opening my eyes. “It made me have all kinds of hallucinations.” That got Conner’s attention. “What kinds of hallucinations?” “Flashes of images. As if I was tapping into someone else’s dreams.” “They were memories,” he told me. “You weren’t hallucinating.” “Are you telling me I actually tapped into someone else’s memories? That the flashes I had weren’t caused by the drug?” Despite the pain and nausea, I opened my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows. I was glad to see that I still wore the dress I’d put

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on last night. At least Conner hadn’t tried to undress me. My body warmed immediately at the thought. Why was I so affected by this guy? His voice washes over me in a wave of rhythmic heat and I just want to melt into his arms and beg him to fuck me. Snap out of it Alex! Listen to his words, not the sultry sound of his voice. Yet, even as I chided myself, I fantasized about rubbing myself against his body like a kitten, wanting him to make me purr. Conner shook his head. “If anything, the drug dulled your senses as well as the flashes of memory you received from Darius.” “How do you know they were Darius’ memories?” I was still skeptical about all of this. No way was I ready to believe that I had actually seen inside Darius’ head. Sounded way to intimate. Deneria would’ve bought into it immediately, but, I’m not Deneria. “Darius was the one touching you, of course.” “Ah, yes! Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?” I rolled my eyes at him, and the motion hurt my head. I lay back down trying hard not to laugh. That would’ve hurt worse than rolling my eyes. Within a heartbeat, Conner sat on the side of my bed. My pulse quickened. I longed to reach out to him, pull him into my arms, and make him see I was a woman. Heaven help me, but I wanted him to make me his and I didn’t even know him. Conner’s whole demeanor changed. “Alex. I know this is hard. Someone should’ve told you, should have explained to you who you really are. I don’t think it’s my place to do so. I’m not sure you’ll ever forgive me once you find out.”

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“What do you mean who I really am?” I wanted answers, didn’t I? I was beginning to wonder if I truly did. Yet, if this was the key to discovering who killed my parents and bringing what was left of my family back together again, I had to know. That didn’t mean I was ready for the truth. Sometimes, ignorance truly is bliss. He sighed. “In order to show you who you are, I have to show you who I am. I’m afraid. You’re going to hate me when you discover the truth.” “I have a right to know the truth, Conner.” Where did that come from? Did I have a right to know? I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know anymore. “Touch me, Lexi.” I arched an eyebrow, but when he held out his hand for me, I took it. My body immediately reacted to the warmth of his touch, to the feel of his skin on mine. Images flashed through my mind. Forcing my raging hormones down, I and let the images unify themselves. I closed my eyes and saw my dream from yesterday. Only, I was experiencing the dream from Conner’s point of view, seeing it through his eyes. I had been bold because I thought it was all a dream. I thought he was a dream. My breathing became erratic and I couldn’t regulate it. At that point, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to. With my eyes still closed, I reached for Conner. I half expected him to push me away. When he pulled me into a powerful embrace instead, I let my body sag against his. The images I watched changed. I saw Conner laying me back onto the bed, my raven’s hair creating a short fan on the pillow beneath me. Conner’s lips found mine.

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Possessive, demanding, passionate. He gently pushed my body against the firm mattress. He pulled back and looked at me. My body protested his absence. I opened my eyes. Conner had a feral expression on his face. He seemed to remember something. Another image hit me. Again, from his point of view. This image was from the same night’s dream. Of Conner slowly trailing kisses down my abdomen before spreading my pussy and beginning a slow assault on my clit with his tongue. I felt moisture pool between my legs and moaned. My body cried out for Conner’s touch. A new image formed in my mind. I could see Conner pulling my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts for him. The flashes seemed to be converting back and forth between memories and thoughts. Conner’s memories and thoughts. “What’s happening to me, Conner?” My voice was husky, quaky. “Do you want me to stop?” He didn’t say the words, but the tone of his voice practically begged me not to make him stop. I swallowed and shook my head. No. I didn’t want him to stop. “Just, please, tell me what is happening.” “What do you see when you close your eyes?” His deep voice caressed me. I longed to have him on top of me, inside me, whispering in my ears with his husky voice. “Images. Some from a dream I had night before last. Others aren’t.” How do you tell a guy you’re having erotic images of him rolling through your mind? Or, better yet, how do you tell him you dreamed about him before you ever met him? He laughed, a soft rumble that quaked through my body. “You’re actually seeing

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images from a dream I had the other night.” My eyes sprang open. “That’s impossible.” I whispered the words and tried to believe them. “You’re a carrier, Lexi. You have the ability to pull your chosen mate into your dreams. That night, you chose me. We both shared the same dream, but it was more than a dream.” His hands found their way beneath my shirt. My body reacted to his touch, even as my mind rebelled against what he’d told me. “And the other images?” My head swam trying to keep my mind clear, but how can a girl think with erotic images drifting in and out of her mind or with those large, strong hands sliding up her body? “You’re seeing what I’m thinking. I assume you saw me do this?” In one swift movement, off came my top. I nodded. “What am I going to do next?” I felt his mind connect with mine. He sent me an image that depicted a scene in which he pulled my skirt slowly down my thighs. “Uh-uh. Too predictable,” I told him, smiling playfully. He grinned with amusement and said, “How about this?” The image changed. Now I saw him pull me to the edge of the bed, push my skirt up, panties aside, and flick his tongue across my swollen clit. The image was so strong I could almost feel the heat of his mouth, the moisture of his tongue. My body trembled. “Okay, let’s say I do believe all of this,” I said shakily. “What do you mean I’m

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a… what was it you called me?” I was panting. Literally panting. I had to get a grip. “A carrier.” Damnit, but his voice did things to me. Another erotic scene flashed through my mind, but this one wasn’t generated from Conner. I visualized taking the length of his cock in my hands and stroking it, causing him to moan and his eyes to roll back in his head. Conner sighed, and his eyes moved slowly from left to right, examining my face. He searched for the right words for a moment longer, then stated. “Carriers have special abilities that normal people just don’t have.” I got the feeling he really didn’t want to tell me something. I suddenly felt he used the erotic images to distract me. What didn’t he want me to see? “Oh God, Lexi. I want you so bad.” The desperation in his voice reflected on his face. He told the truth. I’m not sure how I knew that, but I did. He stood and began pacing the floor. “I need you. My heart started falling for you two nights ago, and I don’t think I’ll ever recover. Before I tell you this, before I show you what I am, tell you what you are, I want you to promise me that you’ll remember this moment. I could take you now. I could make you my mate for life without giving you all the facts. You would love me, you would accept me eventually, but I can’t do that to you.” I noticed the images had stopped and remembered Conner saying I saw Darius’ memories because he was touching me. My body called to him. I needed to feel his hands on me. His intense agitation

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tortured me. I stood, wearing nothing but my black skirt, and blocked his path to stop his pacing. For a second, I swore he had tears in his eyes. Before I did a double take to discern if that were actually true, his lips were on mine. His hands found my nipples. He trailed kisses down my cheek to my neck. His hands slid from my breasts to my abdomen before wrapping around my waist to rest on the small of my back just above my skirt. He pulled back and searched my eyes. Tears definitely sparkled in his eyes. My heart lurched. “Don’t stop, Conner. Whatever you have to tell me can wait. Make love to me.” The words escaped my lips involuntarily, but I didn’t regret them. I wanted Conner right then more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my entire life. A low growl rumbled through his throat. “I can’t, Lexi.” I felt his erection pressing hard against my abdomen. Oh, yes he could! I stepped out of his embrace long enough to quickly shed my skirt and panties. I stood before him naked. It was the first time I’d ever allowed any man to see me nude. Yet, I didn’t feel vulnerable. I felt exhilarated. My legs trembled beneath me. Liquid heat raced through my veins, warming me, causing my heart to pound harder. His gaze swept over my body just before I stepped back into his arms. “I don’t know why I need you Conner. I don’t know why my body calls to you the way it does, but I know I need you, at least for one night. To hell with the consequences.” He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. I sat up and helped him remove his clothes. My fingers shook as I fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. I was eager. And nervous.

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Within seconds, he stood naked before me and Dear Lord! The size of his erection startled me. What had I gotten myself into? I trembled now with fear. Conner joined me in the bed, stretching himself out along my side. He pulled me into his arms and stroked my bare back to help me relax. I wanted to tell him why I was afraid. Despite the boldness I’d displayed in our shared dream, I had never been with a man. After trailing gentle, feverish kisses over my body, Conner placed himself between my legs and spread my pussy with his fingers. His hot tongue began a slow, torturous assault on my clit. It was obvious he was attempting to assuage my fears and help me relax. It worked. I couldn’t focus on anything except the throbbing in my pussy and the touch of his tongue as it swirled around and across my swollen nub. “Are you sure about this, Lexi?” Aflame, my body throbbed, contracted, and pulsed with the primal need to mate. I couldn’t find the words to tell him I’d never been surer of anything in my life. I simply nodded. Conner moved up my body and settled himself between my legs. I felt the head of his cock against my opening and tensed. He sensed that this was my first time because he entered me slowly, letting my body adjust to his fullness. He rubbed my breasts and arms gently, and kissed my lips and neck, helping me to relax. Did I say I was sure? Those first few moments, I’d never felt anything more painful. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to push him away. When I looked at the concern in his eyes, when he kissed my trembling lips, making love to him felt right somehow. He slowly moved inside of me. After a time, our bodies found the right rhythm, the slow and necessary beating of our hearts. Despite the pain, my body reacted to his

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touch, his strokes, his thrusts, and it seemed that I needed this mating as much as I needed my heart to continue beating. He brought me to the edge of ecstasy and kept me there for countless minutes. He pulled me to his chest and held me tight as he climaxed, his roar loud in my ears. His final, throbbing thrust pushed his hot seed deep inside me and caused my body to contract around his cock. The sensation pushed me over my sensual brink into a heady orgasm. Conner rested his head on my breasts. Our heartbeats and breathing slowly returned to normal. He wrapped me in his arms and whispered, “I’m so sorry Alexis.” An image flashed in my mind. Startled, I jumped. It was similar to the image that came to me when Darius held me yesterday. I saw Conner, but he wasn’t human. Only half. “Werewolf?” I said in disbelief. “Please, Alexis. Don’t believe everything you’ve seen in the movies,” he begged. “Look deeper.” I wasn’t nearly as frightened or appalled by Conner’s image as a wolf as I had been by the things I’d seen in Darius’ mind. I actually started to believe I had the ability to see the thoughts or memories of another person just by touching them. Not only that, I could feel the emotions stirring inside of them. Darius had been hell bent on violence. Conner exuded melancholy, but there was another emotion as well. My heart leapt. Love? No way. Conner knew me less than twenty-four hours. Not even that, if you only counted the time I was awake with him. “You’re a carrier, Alexis. Are you ready to know what that means?” Conner

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sounded calm, but I knew his gentle words conflicted with what was going on inside of him. I nodded. “You are a descendant of a family called Lycaon.” I shrugged, remembering he’d told me my family name in a dream. Pyrrhus Lycaon, supposedly, is my ancestor. “Pyrrhus was the first werewolf,” Conner informed me. I exhaled and only then realized I had been holding my breath. “What if my family just bought that pendant? What if I’m not actually a ‘carrier?’” “Even if you’re not a Lycaon, you are a carrier. Trust me on this.” He paused to let that information sink in. “So what does that mean? I’m a werewolf?” I felt numb and knew my voice sounded flat. Conner laughed. God, but I loved his laugh. “No. Females are not born werewolves. Our females are born carriers and have to be turned. Carriers carry a gene that allows them to be turned if bitten by a werewolf. Humans who don’t have this gene die if bitten.” “That’s why Darius tried to bite me. He wanted to turn me? Why? What could he gain?” My next question went unasked. Did Conner want to turn me? “Yes. There are few carriers. That presents a problem for us males. We could mate with a human, of course, but humans don’t live nearly as long as we do. We mate only once, for life. Those who choose human mates spend over three quarters of their lives without their mate. Werewolves have a long life expectancy and that’s a long time to be alone.” Conner sighed. He had been alone for a very long time.

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He had said, “We mate for life.” Remembering what we’d just done, my heart pounded rapidly. I ignored it. “What about children? If a werewolf has kids with a human, are his children human as well?” At this point, I just didn’t want to think about whether or not I was Conner’s mate. “That’s another reason werewolves rarely mate with women who aren’t carriers. Humans can’t have our children.” A funny look crossed Conner’s face as he said this. His feelings transferred to me. He felt happy, confused, guilty, and angry at himself all at once. He backed away from me until he no longer touched me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he hid something else. “Why?” I asked, ignoring the sense of ache my body felt at his absence as well as the anger and hurt I felt from the need he harbored in continuing to hide something from me. “Usually in the second trimester human bodies detect foreign genes and abort the child, attacking as if the fetus was a disease. Even with the advances in modern technology, not a single child has lived to adulthood.” He pulled on his jeans and paced the floor. “Those poor babies.” Then a thought occurred to me. “So, that’s why my sisters and I are in danger. We can carry the babies to full term.” Conner stared at me for a moment, then swallowed and nodded his answer. “Some of my brethren would bite first and ask permission later. If you were to find a human partner…” “Does this have anything to do with my parents’ deaths?”

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Conner sighed. “It is forbidden, of course, but some rouge werewolves seek out carriers, give them an ultimatum, and kill them and their mates if they refuse to take on a werewolf lover. Rogues have always believed that carriers belong with us. Carriers are part of the same race, come from the same ancestors, and have the wolf inside them.” At this, my head jerked toward him. “Yes. You do have the wolf inside of you,” he patiently explained. “The gene is dormant until you are bitten, but it is always a part of you. If you are never bitten, it stays dormant until you die. Most carriers claim they feel a part of themselves is missing. Once the wolf is awakened, the void is filled.” I refused to dwell on the emptiness I’d felt for so long. I reminded myself that my void was caused by the deaths of my parents and the absence of my dear sisters. That was all, wasn’t it? “Who killed my parents?” I sensed instantly he knew the answer to my question and didn’t want to reveal it. “Conner, you were a suspect in their murders. I saw your picture in a paper. Did you kill my parents?” “How can you ask me that?” he angrily replied, a hurt look blanketing his face. “No. I didn’t kill your parents.” He touched my skin as he spoke and I knew he told me the truth. His touch revealed a glimpse of an image, a memory. Mine or his? I gasped. “You killed someone.” His teeth clenched and he jerked his hand away from me. “You’ve touched me. You’ve searched my feelings and my memories. You know me better than most humans know their lovers after years of sharing their beds. How can you accuse and suspect me?”

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Guilt washed over me, but I didn’t allow it to erase the image I just saw. He was a werewolf and had killed before. I had only known him for a few hours. Why was he so angry with me? How dare he criticize me? I glared at him dumbfounded. “You killed before. I don’t really know you and I haven’t experienced anything like dreams coming true before this week. How do I know you’re not manipulating me? I can’t trust my feelings and these implanted images.” My voice was higher than normal and threatened to crack with the last word. I stood and pulled on my ugly white bathrobe. If I hadn’t been angry with Connor, I’d have picked something sexier. As it was, I was in no mood to impress him. “Yet you trust them enough to condemn me without facts.” Conner pulled on his t-shirt, and then sat in the stuffed chair to pull on his shoes and socks. “Which you’ve conveniently left out or refuse to explain.” My voice raised an octave as I tried to control my anger and frustration. Without another word he tied his shoe, and then headed toward the door. “You’re leaving? Just like that?” I couldn’t tell you if I was angry or hurt. He turned dark eyes on me. Tears welled in them and threatened to fall. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it without words. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, “I am. I will be back. Not for a while.” I choked back tears, calling myself foolish for wanting to shed them. Instead, I tried to hurt him. “See, there’s another reason I can’t trust you. You said we mate for life a few minutes ago. Now you’re walking out the door.” The sad chuckle let me know I’d succeeded in hurting him. “I said that werewolves mate for life. You’re not a werewolf.” He walked across to me and his voice

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softened. “You were my first mate. You’ll be my only mate.” He touched my cheek and I knew it was true. “But you’re not a werewolf. The union that keeps me from ever being able to take on another lover won’t affect you.” His voice began to rise and anger replaced the sadness on his countenance. “Humans don’t follow the instinct to mate for life. While your wolf is dormant, you’re more human. You could take on twenty more lovers and not blink an eye. Hmph. And your kind calls us animals.” Before I could respond, the door slammed behind him and he was gone. I sank onto the bed in despair. I rediscovered the void he talked about. It was a lead ball in the pit of my stomach. You’d think I’d be used to the loneliness by now.

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Friday, March 10, 2006

My sisters all tried to call last night, but I didn’t answer the phone. I didn’t feel like telling them the truth and couldn’t bring myself to lie to them about the way our parents were murdered. I should’ve gotten up early this morning and called them all, but I felt even worse this morning. I finally fell asleep at around six this morning. When the alarm went off at eight, I turned it off and didn’t wake up until noon. That’s not like me, but I wasn’t ready to face myself in the mirror then. I wanted to lose myself in my dreams and forget all about what was happening in the real world. It would’ve worked to, if my mind hadn’t kept calling out to Conner. I felt him every time I called him. I felt his rejection. I lay in bed for some time after I woke up trying to figure out why I felt so sorry for myself and where I went wrong. I started making a list. My first mistake was listening to Deneria ramble on about a mystery guy that would have answers to the questions I seek. My second mistake was calling him to my dreams. My third mistake was dating the Graduate Assistant. Damnit, I’m so gullible. I’ll bet he’s not even a graduate assistant. My fourth mistake was making love to a werewolf. My fifth mistake, of course, was falling in love with that werewolf. Was I in love with him? This afternoon everything got on my nerves. Everything seemed brighter, louder, and well, even smells were overpowering. As I took a long, hot shower, I realized I was

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queasy and attributed it to lack of food. I moved a lot slower today than I typically do, which was why the shower was long. I just didn’t feel like moving. My cell was ringing as I slid into my Monte Carlo. It was Deneria. “Hello, Sis.” “Where’ve you been? I’ve been worried sick? I sensed that something was wrong with you, and if I hadn’t reached you this time, I’d be on the next flight to Arkansas.” Deneria’s shrill voice forced me to hold the phone away from my ears. “Sorry, Dee. I’m just not feeling well.” It wasn’t a total a lie. Leave out the word ‘just’ and it would be one hundred percent true. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.” “Deneria!” I’d never heard my sister curse and never wanted to hear her cuss again. “You met him. The guy I told you about. You also ran into some danger.” Have I mentioned how much I hate it when she does that? “Yes, Deneria, okay? I met him. He told me some answers that I’m still not sure of and he’s gone now.” Tears stung my eyes and a lump formed in my throat. Shit! He really was gone. Deneria’s gasp was particularly sharp in my ears. “You’re in love with him.” “I barely know him.” I didn’t dare deny it. Deneria would see right through the lie. But that didn’t mean I had to admit it. “Lexi, we don’t live in the same world other people do.” “Did you just call me, Lexi?” I stammered in disbelief. “Good Lord, Alexis. When will you admit we all have an intuition others don’t?” “I suppose next you’re going to tell me that you’re a carrier?” I tried to laugh it

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off. “I’ve been trying to tell you that for years, Alex. Aunt Anna told me about our family. About Pyrrhus Lycaon. I learned to accept that part of myself years ago and embraced it. Now, you have no choice but to accept it yourself.” Deneria knew this all along? Why didn’t she tell me? I didn’t have to ask her, though. I already knew the answer to that question. I wouldn’t have believed her if she’d tried. “What do you mean?” I asked, a little more harshly than I’d intended. “Your wolf is awake.” Well, now, that’s not exactly what I expected Deneria to say, but since when has she ever said what I expected her to say? “My wolf can’t be awake. I haven’t been bitten. Conner told me the wolf would be dormant unless I’m bitten.” I slammed on my brake to keep from running a red light. I really needed something to eat and some good coffee. A new mall was being built, but the Barnes & Nobles wasn’t open. I decided to hit a fast food place, then go to the book store coffee shop and have a cup of Joe Mugs coffee. It wasn’t a famous name brand, but it’d do. A hot cup of java might even calm my tangled emotions. “That’s right. It is dormant. Your wolf can’t surface until you’re bitten.” Somehow I didn’t like the word ‘until’ being used in that sentence. “But it is awake. Your wolf wakes up when you fall in love.” “I never said I was in love.” I pulled into the drive-through. How can she possibly know all of this? Despite myself, I was starting to believe in Deneria’s ‘intuition’. “You didn’t have to.”

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Ugh! Does she know how infuriating she is? “It’s not like it’ll ever do me any good. He’s gone. He wants nothing to do with me.” How sad is that? I messed up a relationship with a being whose instinct is to mate for life. Love, a white picket fence, and children just isn’t in my cards. “Don’t be so sure, Lexi. You’ve made love. Like it or not, you’re both connected. He can feel you. He’d be able to find you anywhere.” Should I feel comforted or threatened by that revelation? “You know, it really sucks that I can’t even keep my love life secret from my little sister. Would you care to explain to me how you knew we had sex?” I tried to sound exasperated, but I’m not quite sure I pulled it off. “I’ve told you. You can do it to. You just…” Talk about sounding exasperated! I should’ve taken lessons from Deneria. “I know. I know. I deny my intuition.” I couldn’t keep the amusement out of my voice. Deneria was undoubtedly fuming because I interrupted her, but I didn’t give her a chance to express her agitation. “Listen, Deneria. This sandwich is not setting well with me. I think I’m going to let you go. I’ll call you back this afternoon.” It was the truth. My stomach was in knots and threatening to revolt against the few bites I’d eaten. “Okay. Listen, Alex. I still feel like danger’s approaching. Watch your back, okay?” A reassuring smile crossed my face. I knew Deneria couldn’t see the smile, but was somehow sure she could feel it. “I will, Dee.” It was probably the first time I’d ever really taken her warning to heart.

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I sat in my car in the Books-A-Million parking lot trying to decide what to do. A coffee probably wouldn’t sit any better with me than the sandwich did, so I decided against going in. I did need a good book to pass some time, but I’d brought my wireless laptop and opted to buy an e-book. I was seriously going to avoid all danger and leave Jonesboro first thing in the morning. I still felt nauseous, so I rolled my window down and sipped on the Dr. Pepper that came with my meal deal. I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze wash over me. After a few minutes, I heard a click. I opened my eyes and stared down the barrel of a revolver. The click had been Darius unlocking my door. “Move over,” he told me climbing into the driver’s seat. After nearly twenty minutes, I broke the silence. “Where are you taking me?” I didn’t think he’d actually tell me, but couldn’t stand the thought of sitting in silence. “The full moon is three days away. I’m taking you where no one will find you for those days. If I bite you on the full moon, you’ll be bound to me. I’m disgusted that you’ve already mated. The only way to break your bond with Conner is to use the power of the moon.” He looked angry and his eyes raked my body as if I were tainted meat. “What makes you think…?” “You think carriers are the only ones with intuition? I can’t touch you and know what you’re thinking, but I can tell whether you are faithful or not. You keep that in mind once we’re mated.” It was a threat. I gulped. What was I in for? Despite my hunt for answers, I’d avoided my childhood home. I didn’t want the memories of my parents’ deaths. Imagine my distress when Darius turned my car into the

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drive and announced it was his home. From Jonesboro to Vail is about a thirty minute drive. The whole way, I’d sat in silence thinking of what my sister had said. If there was a bond between Conner and me, I should be able to call him mentally, the way I called him to me in my dreams. She said he’d be able to find me anywhere. Despite the immediate danger, my wounded pride refused to let me call to him, however. But when we pulled into the driveway, my heart cried out and I felt Conner. I hadn’t called him intentionally, but I felt him. He must’ve sensed I was hurting because he didn’t reject me. I didn’t hear a question, but rather felt it. Bruised pride or not, I needed him. I closed my eyes to the tears that welled. I refused to let Darius see me cry. It’s Darius. He has me at my parents’ home. I felt Conner’s panic as realization dawned on him. Then the weight of his guilt slammed into me.

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Seconds ticked away like minutes. Minutes like hours. Darius tied me to the bed and left the room. The sun began to set almost thirty minutes later, when Darius returned to the room. He wrestled my clothes off me and unbuttoned his pants. A green hue filled his eyes. I was afraid he was going to turn. I heard a truck in the distance. Little traffic traveled the deserted, gravel road on which my parent’s house was located. I prayed the approaching vehicle was Conner.

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Even if Conner was just up the road, he’d be too late to keep this guy from… Darius positioned himself over me, and I watched his fangs lengthen. “I, uh, thought you were going to wait until the full moon.” My voice shook, but I wanted to distract him. “I’ve got to take my chances and do it now. Otherwise, your lover may discover your location.” I prayed Conner already had and was on his way. The truck seemed to slow and my heart skipped a beat in hope. Please, Conner. Hurry! Darius covered my body with his and when he was positioned just right, I brought my knee up hard against his naked groin. Darius punched me in the jaw before he doubled over in pain. I thought I heard a truck door slam, but couldn’t be sure. Darius’ moans drowned out the sound. Seconds later, I heard a growl from the doorway. A silver wolf bared his teeth then pounced, knocking Darius off me. Hair surfacing on Darius’ arms, legs, and chest testified his attempt to turn, but he was too late. I twisted my body in time to see the silver wolf rip Darius’ throat open.

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Conner hadn’t spoken to me since he demanded I get in his truck. I hadn’t asked him where he intended to take me and I didn’t care. I would do or go wherever he asked me at this point.

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He still looked angry, and I suppose he had every right to be angry with me and my distrust of him and his motives. He surprised me when he whispered, “I never should’ve left you alone. He could’ve… I never would’ve forgiven myself.” “You’re not going to yell at me for getting myself in this mess?” In a way, I was relieved. But, I didn’t want him blaming himself for my own stupidity. My sister warned me danger was near. “You wouldn’t have been in this mess if I’d been there. I knew that creep was in Jonesboro, yet I left you alone anyway.” Even though I wasn’t touching him, I felt some of his emotions. He was really being hard on himself and I wanted to comfort him. I touched his hand. He flinched but didn’t pull away. Memory flashes started again. I watched Conner, in the shape of a wolf, kill Darius. Then I watched him kill someone else. I was astonished to realize that, like Darius, this other man had tried to turn into a werewolf. “Who was he?” I didn’t have to explain who ‘he’ was. “My brother.” Conner sighed. Our connection made it possible to know the anguish he felt at having to kill his own brother. The sorrow and guilt reflected in his face. I gasped. I wanted to ask why, but didn’t want to upset Conner again. I didn’t need to ask why anyway. Conner showed me. His brother killed my parents. Conner had been at my parents’ the night of their grizzly deaths. He had tried to protect them but was too late. His tears flowed freely now, unchecked. We both shared each other’s sorrow, and

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my own tears began to fall. After several minutes of silence, Conner said, “Please don’t hate me.” “How could I hate you? You saved my life and avenged my parents’ deaths. You killed your own brother trying to protect them.” How could I explain to him what I felt? My search for my parents’ killer was over. Sorrow mixed with relief followed the closure. “I was too late to save them. Your mother died that night and your father the next morning. I feared I’d be to late today to save you, too.” He took my hand again. Another image flashed across my mind. A fetus. A baby. Mine. Conner’s. “That’s not possible. It was just one time.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “He’s part of the reason I never should’ve left you,” Conner said. “I didn’t know how to tell you what I’d done. I didn’t know how you’d feel to discover you were pregnant. Much less that he’s going to be like me.” “He? It’s a boy? How can you know any of this?” I almost didn’t believe it, but the image of the baby was too powerful. Conner’s feelings when he showed me the image were too strong. “Carriers, as you know have an intuition that males don’t have. You can touch my skin and see my memories, know if I’m lying. I’ll never be able to cheat on you. You’d know immediately.” He winked at me. “Well, that’s a plus, I guess.” “Werewolves have an intuition, for lack of a better term, that our women don’t have. We can tell whether a woman’s pure or not. I’d be able to tell instantly, just by

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looking at you, if you were unfaithful to me.” “Sounds fair.” I shrugged. “We also know the instant our mate conceives our child. We can see it, the way you see my memories and thoughts. I knew immediately what sex the child was and there could never be any doubt the child, our son, belongs to me.” “That’s not fair,” I complained. “I have to carry him for nine months. Why can’t I know the sex and see him?” “You can. Through me. It strengthens the bond of the parents. I have to touch you to see my child. Through me, you see him.” He touched my abdomen to prove his point. My son moved. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes, tears of joy, not sadness. “Are you really in love with me?” he asked, hopefully. “Is that another one of your intuitions?” “No. Anyone who knows about our kind could see it though. Your wolf’s awake. Your eyes flash green every once in a while. You wince at high-pitched sounds. All of your senses are improving.” “I’m not about to admit I’m in love with you, Conner.” I crossed my arms over my chest and tossed my chin in the air. He looked taken aback. “Why?” “I…I don’t know. You whisk into my life turning things upside down. Make me your mate and walk out again, not bothering to mention I’m pregnant. Then there’s the fact that we’ve only known each other a few days. Is this how all werewolves begin their relationships?” I hadn’t meant it to sound as harsh as it did.

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Conner pulled the truck over and took my hand. His voice was raspy when he spoke. “I’ll never leave you again. I needed some time to think about your reaction to me and what to do about the baby. I was scared you’d reject us both. And I didn’t make you my mate.” I raised one eyebrow questioningly. “You called me into your dream, remember.” I nodded, but said nothing. “Carriers only pull their destined mates into their dreams.” “That’s impossible, Conner. I didn’t even know you. I’d never seen you before in my life.” My heart pounded so loudly in my ears that I could barely hear his next words. “Yes you have.” He showed me the scene following my parents’ deaths. I couldn’t remember anything from that night. Everyone said I had blocked it all from my memory in order to protect myself. Another werewolf had bounded down the hall toward my room as Conner’s brother lay dying. By the time Conner reached the other wolf, I was in his clutches. Somehow, Conner managed to rescue me from the other werewolf, who fled. Conner had to make a choice—go after that wolf or stay to protect me. When I collapsed, he made the decision to stay. He’d stayed with me and protected me and my sisters until our relatives arrived the next day. For his kindness, he was accused of murder. “Conner, I…” I was going to say I loved him. He covered my lips with a strong index finger. He grinned. “It’s okay, Lexi. As long as you don’t mind when I say I love you.” “I normally don’t cry.” I wiped furiously at the new tears.

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“It must be the hormones. You can blame it on me for the next nine months.” I laughed despite my tears. “All right. I think I will.”

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Ever since the sun started climbing the sky this afternoon, my skin has been burning and the hairs on my arms have stood on end. My aching breasts have been taut and my pussy throbbing. Over the last month, Conner and I enjoyed countless minutes in each other’s arms. His hands made me feel lust, want, and pleasure. I often ached to have him inside me, but this…this was a whole new experience. When Conner walked into our new home, I practically tackled him. “Where in the hell have you been?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I was relieving him of his clothes. Conner chuckled and took my hands in his to stop my roving motions. “I guess I should’ve warned you.” “Warned me about what?” Now was not the time for chit-chat. I wanted several hours of hard sex and I wanted it now. I jerked my hands from his and pulled on his shirt. He captured my hands again and said, “About the night before the full moon.” “What’s that got to do with anything?” I jerked my hands free again and unbuttoned his jeans. “It has everything to do with the way you are feeling right now.” This time he didn’t capture my hands, but helped in my efforts to disrobe him. I rubbed up against his bare skin and said, “You’re as hot as I am.” “Mmmm. That’s another affect.” As I trailed kisses down his chest, he explained. “Certain cycles of the moon affect our… appetites. We won’t be able to get enough of each other for the next few days, starting with the night before the full moon.”

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“Okay. So, stop talking and fuck me.” I slowly dropped to my knees and took the length of his cock inside my mouth. We moaned simultaneously. Conner guided my untutored movements, showing me what he liked. He was feverish and my entire body was on fire. Moisture pooled between my legs and I felt as if I’d spread my legs to be washed by the heated jets of a hot tub. “Arrhhh!” I practically screamed the exasperated moan. If I didn’t get him inside of me soon, I was going to die. “Bedroom. Now.” I stripped my clothes off on the way to the bedroom with Conner following. He no longer laughed at my plight. His body reacted to the full moon phase the same as mine. We raced the short length of the hall. In the bedroom, Conner shoved me on the bed. In one swift motion, he was on top of me sliding his cock into my aching pussy. I cried out when he entered me. His cock, his hands were so warm. He felt like he had a high grade fever. My pussy quivered as he slid in and out of me, building up even more friction, even more heat. The sensation nearly sent me over the edge. “Oh, no you don’t. Not yet,” Conner told me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me to his chest. I kissed the small patch of hair there. His whole body was on fire. His feverish chest rubbed against my breasts and made me want to climax. Once again, Conner found the perfect rhythm for our love. His thrusts came hard and heavy now. “Let me come, Conner. I can’t take it. Ahhh. Don’t stop.” He grabbed my shoulders and plunged deep inside me. I felt his cock throbbing and knew he was about to climax. “Bite me, Conner.” I heard myself say. “Make me

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yours completely.” A growl escaped his throat as he sunk his teeth into my exposed neck. Pain and pleasure ripped through me simultaneously. Conner’s climax shook his body just as mine ended. He held me close for a several heartbeats. I felt guilt and confusion from Conner. “What’s wrong, love?” I asked sleepily. “You asked me to bite you. I couldn’t help myself. It’s our instinct to want to turn our mates. I’ve been fighting it and couldn’t any longer when you asked.” I understood then why he felt guilty. He thought I’d acted on impulse in the heat of the moment and would regret my decision. “I asked because that’s what I wanted.” I ran my hands through his soft hair. “You’d never said…” “I know,” I interrupted. “But I’ve been thinking about it since you told me about our baby. He’ll live for a very long time. I want him to have both of his parents as long as possible. I don’t want to put him through what I went through. He shouldn’t have to live most of his life without his mom,” I explained. “So, you’ve accepted being my mate?” he asked hopefully. “Yes. But I still want a traditional wedding. It will have to be huge. I’ll have six bridesmaids.” We made love relentlessly the rest of the night. During the afterglow we discussed plans for our wedding. I knew my sisters were still in danger and would always be until they found mates of their own. But, now that we’d unraveled the mystery of our parents’ deaths, we could be together again.

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Expresso Heat By Lizzie T. Leaf

January 1, 2000

Well, my friend, here it is the start of another new year and my resolution is to share more of the happenings or non-happenings of my life with you. Everyone waited for the great computer crash when the clock rolled over into a new century and the Millennium bug took everything down . It didn’t happen, the world still exists; life goes on as usual. I’m sorry I’ve neglected you, dear friend, these past few months, but owning my own business is really consuming-time, energy, everything. A coffee shop in summer has it’s ‘hectic in spurts’ moments, especially in the mornings, and then again in the afternoon when everyone needs their jolt of caffeine to push them through the rest of the day. When cold weather hit, the pace picked up and just hasn’t slowed down. I do have news…rather big news. The business partner I acquired last fall is ready to move forward on the ideas for expansion. He says we can franchise, in addition to rolling out company stores across the nation, possibly the world. If all goes according to plan, Espresso Haven will be as big, if not bigger than a certain well-known chain, whose name I won’t use here. Frankly, it’s because I’m afraid to think about the potential, let alone put the specifics down in writing. The possibility of dreams becoming reality makes the hairs on the back of my

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neck stand up and shivers run down my spine. You know, the sensation you get when a man lets his fingers trail along your skin…all goose-bumpy. Speaking of men, I worked the counter today instead of hidden away in the office as I seem to do most of the time now. I looked up to take an order and standing in front of me was the most drop-dead gorgeous man I’ve seen in a long time. My heart skipped a beat when I looked into pools of blue so dark and deep I could have drowned in them and died happy. The flecks of gold sprinkled in the deep color reminded me of sunlight dancing across water. When a smile curved his full, sensuous mouth, my knees went weak and I grabbed onto the counter edge to keep from sinking to the floor. Honest to God, I felt heat travel all the way down to my toes. His smile turned into a grin and he asked me if I wanted his order. I wanted more than that, but mumbled something stupid and got busy punching in his non-fat mocha latté. Later, I overheard the other girls on the shift talking about what a hottie he is. Guess this wasn’t the first time he’s been in and they’re all lusting after him. Wendi, a connoisseur of male behinds, thinks he has a great ass. Oh, what the hell, what she really said when he bent over to pick up a napkin he’d dropped and we all admired how his pants pulled taut across his backside, was, “Damn, those ass cheeks look like a couple of melons stuck in there. I don’t need a spoon to get me a bite of those.” I had to admit she had a point. A lot of people suffered from hangovers today from all their partying to bring in the New Year last night and we did a brisk business, even with shortened hours of operation. I lost track of when The Hunk left, but I can tell you now, if he partied hard the night before it didn’t show.

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During one of our brief lulls, when we all stood around talking, Wendi asked, “What do you think, Deb? Wouldn’t you like to order up a pair of those buns we saw earlier?” My face must have turned the same color as the red piping on my navy uniform shirt, because there were hoots of laughter from the entire group. Thank heavens a customer came in which eliminated my need to answer. Damn, damn, double damn. It’s not like I’m some sixteen year old virgin being asked to her first prom. After all, I’m thirty-nine years old and have done it in more places and positions than my young employees can probably even think of. For the life of me, I don’t understand why I get so embarrassed when the subject of hot men and sex comes up. I appreciate both, especially when I’m not so frigging tired my that libido is in the toilet. Normally, I have a very healthy sex drive and enjoy expressing myself, with or without a partner. Tell me old friend…do you think it’s because I’m the boss and feel I need to set an example of proper behavior? Screw that. I’m not their mother.

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January 4, 2000

Oh my gosh. He’s been in every day. His name is James and all the females (and one of the males) at Coffee Haven are absolutely salivating at the mouth…me included. I admit, I have about as much chance as a snowball in hell of him noticing me on any level other than the grin he gives me when I poke my head out of my hole. Sigh…why can’t I be twenty-five, tall, and svelte, instead of thirty-nine, average height and chubby. Sometimes, life just isn’t fair.

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January 10, 2000

Had a call from Mac Shannon today. He’s my business partner. His attorney is working on drawing up the paperwork for our partnership to move forward turning Espresso Haven into a global name. He thinks the tasteful décor, the excellent quality coffee beans we use and the computers will put us at the front of the pack. Did I tell you about the computers? Yep, we have an area set aside where guests (I think that sounds more elegant than customers) can come in and use our computers. Of course, we also have a wireless connection for those who bring their own laptops. When I started out with the idea, I thought one desktop would do it, but it became so popular, when the business next door moved out, I leased that space. That’s when Mac entered the picture. I needed more computers and had a limited credit line. Money for him is no issue. It’s too bad he’s not younger because he seems to like me and I know for sure there’s no wife because that somehow came up in one of our conversations. Then again, we’re talking older than dirt here and I don’t want to end up like that model, Anna what’s her name. Nope, a court battle over the estate when my dearly beloved passed over isn’t on my list of things to do. In addition to the investing in more computers, I used some of the money to create more atmosphere in the place. One wall has art work displayed that rotates every two weeks, we have book signings once a month and music on Friday and Saturday evenings for a couple of hours. One of my goals when I started planning this was to offer a venue for local artists, writers, and musicians to show off their talents. Anyway, looks like things are moving forward in the business area. Too damn

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bad, it’s not the case with my personal life. James did come over and talk to me today while I inventoried the teas. He’s really funny and interesting on top of being drop-dead, tongue hanging gorgeous. If he didn’t trip my buttons so badly that I feel the need of a fire extinguisher to put out the flames when I’m around him, I’d love to have him as a friend. You know, my friend, I’m beginning to think my number one problem right now is it’s been too damned long since I got laid.

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January 14, 2000

I can’t believe it! James asked me out to dinner. I know, I know. Shouldn’t get my hopes up. He told me he’s here on business and gets tired of eating by himself. We laugh a lot at the coffee shop when he comes in and I think he just wants company and conversation. If he wanted more than that, he could have his pick of girls. All he’d need to do is just raise an eyebrow and they’d fall at his feet. Instead, he asked me, a well padded, dishwater blonde of average height, and safe...so he may think. If he only knew! Come to think of it, there are lots of beautiful women he could have a fun dinner with. I know because some of them are friends of mine. So why did he ask me out? Dare I hope? Nope, better not. I’ll be setting myself up for pain and that’s not something I need any more of. Had enough of that with the lying, cheating, scum-bag ex to last me a lifetime.

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January 15, 2000

My friend, last night was wonderful and I needed to savor it before sharing it with you this morning. He took me to a little neighborhood place that servers the best Italian food I’ve ever sunk my teeth into. James is an investment broker who works for his grandmother’s brother. How’s that for tongue twister? His grand-uncle has no children and brought James into his business, anointing him as heir apparent. Traveling is a big part of the job and he travels around the country checking out businesses in which they are considering investing. They get requests from all over the world and it sounds like the company likes to diversify. I told him about my startup business efforts and how I had to take on a partner last fall in order to accomplish the expansion. I also shared that I’m nervous and excited about all the plans Mac, my partner, has about making Espresso Haven a world-wide entity. From business, we moved on to our personal dreams. He’s done so much of the traveling I’ve only done in my head when drooling over pictures of exotic places. We also like the same movies and he enjoys the ballet as much as I do. Can you believe it! A man who doesn’t feel threatened at seeing other men wearing tights. We closed the restaurant and stepped into a tavern around the corner to continue talking. I can’t remember ever sharing this much of myself with anyone, including the ex from hell. As much fun as the exchange of intimacies was, in the back of my mind the thought kept playing around on how badly I wanted to jump his bones. The man got

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sexier as the evening progressed and I swear to you, my friend, it wasn’t the wine I drank like fruit punch. Nope, it’s the package…yummy, gorgeous, sharp mind, and a nice person all rolled together. Walking the four blocks back to his rental car, he reached out and linked his hand with mine. I shivered. The temperature had dropped considerably and he let go of the captured fingers and instead wrapped an arm around me, snuggling me close to him. I could feel his body heat through the layers of clothes we both wore. “Cold?” He wanted to know if I was cold and yes, I felt the chill of the weather, but more than that, my body was responding to him. The man could give me shivers in the middle of the tropics during their summer season. Settled in the car (he actually opened the door for me and pulled my seatbelt out so I didn’t have to reach around for it), I leaned back against the seat letting the wine-haze settle in. My eyes popped open in surprise when I felt his lips on mine and a rush of heat shot through my body. I had to resist the urge to strip then and there. Damn, the man can kiss! He smiled, pulled back, and started the car. I heard a sigh escape those perfect lips and wanted to reach over and touch him. Instead, I just sat there not sure what to do next. Yes, I wanted him…could have thrown him into the backseat and had my way with him right there on Main Street, but maybe I needed something more from this man besides a hot night of sex. Mulling these thoughts around in my head, I felt his hand reach over and capture my fingers and give a little squeeze. We drove in silence, him holding my hand. When

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we arrived in front of my house, he hopped out and came around to open the door for me (that door thing floors me. I mean I’ve seen it in movies, but a guy who actually does it?). At the door he reached up and stroked my cheek before planting a slow sensuous kiss on my willing mouth. “I really like you.” He whispered in a surprised tone of voice. “You’d better go inside and get warmed up.” Then he turned and ran down the steps. Hell, my friend, at that point I was so past warm it wasn’t funny. The part of my body encased in pink lace panties ached, almost to the point of pain. And, why the hell did he sound so surprised that he likes me? Okay, I may not be his usual type, but I’m sorta cute in my own way and even I know, I’m a nice person. MEN!

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January 16, 2000

James called and thanked me for a wonderful evening. He had to cut his trip short and head to California today. An urgent deal of some kind in the making. He wanted to know if he does a layover here on his way back home, if I’ll have dinner with him. How does, “Hell yes,” sound, but I kept my cool and said, “Certainly.”

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January 20, 2000

An e-mail from James today. He shared his frustration over the deal he’s trying to put together. Seems the current owner is an ass-hole and he’s trying to talk his granduncle out of going forward with this one.

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January 28, 2000

I talk to James or get an e-mail from him everyday. It occurred to me, I didn’t know his last name until I started getting the e-mails. If he told me when we introduced ourselves, my ears didn’t make it past James. Anyway, his e-mails come from JTPhillips. Wonder what the T stands for…Terrific?

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February 1, 2000

My friend, I think I’m in so much trouble it’s not funny. Yes, I hear from James daily in some form, but it’s the kind of contact you have with a friend. You know, the sharing of frustrations, silly things that happen, and jokes you may have heard. Does he consider me a friend? At one point, I thought, okay, I can handle this friend thing, but now I’m not sure. I want him to more than like me…I want him to love me since I’ve fallen hook, line, and sinker for him.

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February 12, 2000

James called today to let me know he’s going to be in town on the nineteenth and asked if we can have dinner. He’s really sorry the California deal has taken so long. My heart is singing with joy at the invitation. What happened to guarding it against pain?

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February 20, 2000

Sometimes my friend, the best laid plans of man, or in this case, woman can go astray. I had to share this with you immediately, even though it’s two o’clock in the morning. I can’t sleep and what could be better than to relive my earlier experience with you so I don’t forget any of the wonderful details. I planned to take the day off on the nineteenth and rest for my dinner date with James. Wouldn’t you know it, one of my employees called in sick and either I couldn’t reach anyone else or if I did they couldn’t make it. As I dragged my ass into work, it started to snow. No big deal, flurries were predicted. The snow picked up and business died off. I sent home the other girl on the closing shift with me. She felt like she was coming down with the stomach flu thing that’s going around. Sure hope I don’t get it. James dropped into Espresso Haven around eight, covered with the white stuff. “The wind’s picking up,” he told me as he stomped snow off his shoes and brushed it from his hair and shoulders. “Normal for this time of year,” I told him. The melted flakes in his hair sparkled like diamonds and I resisted the urge to reach out and touch them. My fingers tingled with the desire to touch any part of him, but I restrained myself, instead, continuing to place chairs back around the tables as I swept under them. “Where’s your staff?” I almost jumped out of my skin. He stood behind me, close enough his breath

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caressed my cheek. “Sent her home. She came down with the stomach flu and I didn’t want to add cleaning up after her if she couldn’t make it to the bathroom to my list of closing duties.” “I’ll help,” he whispered against my ear. Damn, my knees did the weak thing again and I sagged against the table. “Okay, why don’t you start wiping down tables while I sweep the floor.” I was amazed my voice sounded normal. I felt anything but. Doors locked, computers off, table tops cleaned, floor swept, and lights out; the customer area finished, we moved behind the counter to continue our labors. “Just a minute,” James reached over and ran a finger down the V of my cleavage and then put it to his lips and licked it. “Chocolate, just as I thought.” I looked down at my chest and saw the remaining streak of what he determined to be chocolate sauce by taste. My mouth was so dry my voice came out in a squeak when I tried to speak. “You’re sure?” I managed to stammer. “Well, I could do another taste test to make sure.” He raised one eyebrow in a wicked leer and smiled. “Shall I?” I only managed to nod my head as he stepped closer and dropped his head to my chest. The amazing thing is, I didn’t scorch his tongue when he placed the wet slickness against my skin. “Oh…my,” I gasped as he lifted his head and reached up to cup my full breasts. His fingertips glazed over the nipples through my clothes. I felt them respond, hard buds pushing out in a need to be free of their restraint and feel his fingers on their bareness. It occurred to me at that moment, dinner plans were a thing of the past.

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I reached behind me and switched off the light to the counter area, leaving only the soft glow of the night lights to illuminate our exploration of each other. My hands ran down either side of his face, continuing their journey over his shoulders, slipping under his arms and traveling down his ribcage, where I wrapped them around his waist. He pulled me against his hard chest, crushing my aching breasts. His lips found mine. Oh yeah, I wanted to shout. Finally. Instead, I returned his kiss with all the contained passion my body felt from the time I first set eyes on him. The only sound I heard was the drumming of my heart. While James unbuttoned my top, I worked on his shirt. It became a race to see who could finish first and bare their desired trophy. I gave up in disgust and proceeded to rip the front of his shirt open, buttons flying in all directions. “Anxious, are we?” he murmured and returned the favor with one mighty pull. At that point, I think we both were so damned hot we could have melted the accumulating snow outside. I proceeded to shed the rest of my clothes, but when I started to slide my pink satin thong down my hips, his hand reached out and stopped me. “No, not yet.” I hesitated, wondering what he had in mind. He reached out and pulled me against his nude body, pushing his erect cock between my legs, rubbing against the silky fabric of my thong. Wetness from my arousal pooled there, dampening the cloth. His hands played with my nipples, tweaking, pinching, and rolling each one between his fingertips as his mouth devoured mine. It became difficult for me to breathe. I knew a deep breath would have been

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impossible as I clung to him. I heard myself gasp like a long distance runner sprinting for the finish line. When his hands moved down to squeeze my buttocks and play with the back of my thong, I have no idea. Suddenly they were there, reaching under the band and following the thin strip down between my ass cheeks. There his fingers worked their magic slipping over and round my anus. The thin cover between his penis and my sex became so wet I expected to feel the moisture trickle down my legs. His cock slid back and forth between my slippery thighs while he continued his administrations to my behind. My body reached meltdown and I groaned with the need to end the exquisite pain raging through it. “Touch me,” I begged and tried to slip the barrier between our body parts aside. He caught my hand and pulled it away. “Not yet, darling. Not yet.” Then he pushed me away from him and lifted me onto the counter in between the cash registers, dropping to his knees in front of me, worked my thong down my full hips and over my feet. “I spent a lot of nights in hotel rooms thinking about touching you, tasting you.” He pushed my thighs apart and before I could muster a response, his head burrowed into the small patch of fur I didn’t wax off. “Ummm,” was the only sound he made and to tell you the truth, I didn’t care. I only wanted the sensation of his tongue lapping the juices my body secreted and the feel of the hot slipperiness of his talented tongue against the swollen key to my release. If his desire was to make me come, he accomplished his goal in no time flat. The orgasm ripped through my body and my thighs clenched his head, forcing his mouth

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tighter against me. My orgasm was an out of body experience I didn’t want to end. My breathing slowly returned to normal as the spasms subsided. Man, did I ever need that. Willing the muscles in my thighs to release, I pushed his head away and slid off the counter. I took his hand and pulled him over to the area where the espresso machines lined up along the wall. A glance down told me he knew some of my intent. His cock stood at full attention as I reached over and grasped the can of whipped cream someone forgot to put away. I sprayed a generous serving on the extended shaft, then selected a bottle of caramel sauce which I drizzled over the white mountain. To that, I added a dusting of cocoa powder. I’ll skip tomorrow’s weigh-in for the diet program I’m on knowing this treat was well worth the additional calories I consumed. I fell to my knees and proceeded to indulge in the yummy concoction in front of me. Long slow licks in a rhythmic pattern took me closer and closer to my goal. The bottle of chocolate syrup I grabbed before kneeling in front him was in my hand and I drizzled the dark, sticky liquid over his testicles. “I love chocolate covered nuts,” I murmured before slurping one into my mouth. A glance upward at his face told me he didn’t mind that I enjoyed this delicacy. “I love them with cream, too,” I murmured in between mouthfuls of my treat, thinking of the hot squirt of fluid I was sure to capture shortly with this course of action. My lips halted at the tip and I swirled my tongue around before sliding the hard shaft up and down my throat. He grabbed my hair and tugged in an effort to pull me off. “Stop. I have a better idea.” I paused in my efforts and James pulled on my hair forcing me to stand. He lifted me, bracing my butt against the cabinet and I leaned back onto the counter. The crash of

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dirty pitchers used to steam milk, distracted me for a moment, but he didn’t seem to notice. His cock found its target between my legs as easily as a heat seeking missile and buried itself in the moist heat. Dirty dishes forgotten, I focused on the sensation creating exquisite pleasure through my body. The deep thrusts touched my core and my muscles worked to capture every powerful inch of him. James began to tremble and I hoped it wasn’t from the effort of supporting my plump behind against the cabinet. “Oh Baby, I’m so close.” Yeah, it was pretty close for me too and I couldn’t believe it. Normally, I’m a ‘one orgasm a session’ kinda girl, but a few more thrusts and I’d be over the edge with him. He slowed for a moment before picking up the pace again. The feel of his hard cock pounding against me brought me to the brink of another orgasm. He buried deep and fell against me, still clasping my ass in his strong hands. My body joined his in the spasms that raced through us. I don’t know how long we stayed in that position. His arms must have been tired, but he didn’t complain and only let go when I made the first move by sliding my feet toward the floor. “That was damn good.” He tipped my chin up and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Bliss is the only word I can think of to describe how I feel, now and then. Okay, okay. I know my friend, you’re thinking….eeeeuuw. The coffee shop…food…sex. Rest assured things were cleaned and sanitized really well before I left, but making love with James was damned well worth all the extra work.

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I know I’ll never walk through the doors of Espresso Haven and see the place just as a coffee shop again.

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February 20, 2000 (PM)

Disappointment. James called to say he had to leave immediately for an emergency in Chicago. Some business deal falling apart. Should I feel used here? Was last night a one-night stand kind of thing for him? Here I go again, leaving myself open for pain. Won’t I ever learn?

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March 1, 2000

James called to say he’ll be in town around the fifth and maybe we can have that dinner we didn’t make the last time. He keeps hinting in his e-mails (one everyday since he left, thank you) there is something we need to talk about. Wonder what it is…I love surprises, as long as they’re good ones. But what if…

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Tonight, tonight…I see James tonight!!!!

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March 6, 2000

Crap!. James didn’t make it last night. His flight was canceled due to bad weather, but we spent two hours on the phone talking about not much of anything. Yep, I’ve got it bad! Sure hope he makes it in today.

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March 7, 2000

Dirty rotten son-of-a-bitch. Good thing I don’t have to go into work until later. My eyes are so bloodshot this morning they look like two pee holes in the snow. Or at the very least, a pair of slits in my moon-pie face. A crying session has the tendency to do that to me. Last night started out great. James picked me up from the coffee shop and of course, I had to go through all the teasing from the staff before he arrived. We went to a very nice restaurant; one of the up-scale ones I’ve not been able to afford since I went into business for myself. He seemed tense over dinner. I tried to get the conversation going, but didn’t get anywhere. Oh, he’d respond to my questions, then go off into this distracted fog. The scary thing is his eyes looked troubled. That alone should have told me there was some bad shit coming down, but instead, I stayed focused on my fascination with the man who’d kissed me a few weeks ago. The man I’d come to know through phone calls and e-mails since then. The man whose bones I wanted to jump! It finally got so uncomfortable that I had to give up my dream world and join him in the strained silence of dinner. If anyone one observed us during the last part of our meal, they probably thought we were a married couple who’d reached the point in their relationship where there was nothing to say. We aren’t married and I had plenty to say, but was terrified to do it. Turns out it was a good thing, because I’d feel more of a fool than I do now. He walked me to my door and stood there for a moment, almost fidgeting.

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“Want to come in for coffee or something?” I asked hoping he’d take me up on the something offer. “No thanks. Better not. I need to get some work done tonight.” His tone of voice matched the serious look on his face. Uh-oh, I thought. Here it comes…’I’ve met someone else,’ or ‘you’re a nice girl, Deb, but we can be nothing more than friends.’ I was totally unprepared for what he did say. “Deb, we need to talk.” I felt my head bobbing up and down in encouragement, while fighting the urge to puke. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you sooner.” Damn, he’s going to tell me he’s gay and I’m not talking happy, here. Now that’s something I’d never have guessed given our night of hot sex. Lord, don’t let me be his attempt at going straight. “You see.” He ran a hand through his immaculate hair, mussing the dark curls to the point I wanted to smooth his locks down. He started again. “You see, I really care about you, but I’ve not been honest with you.” Oh, shit, he’s married. Can I continue an affair with a married man? flitted through my mind. Taking a deep breath, he continued. “Your business partner Mac, is my granduncle.” He paused, I’m sure to give me a chance to respond, but how could I respond?

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Someone had punched me in the gut and all the air in my body swished out. “Uncle Mac sent me here to check on the stability of Espresso Haven before he moved forward on the plan for expansion. Also, he wanted to make sure he’d read you right when he met you…that you’re the honest person he took you to be.” Well, my friend, you know me. Hard as I tried, I couldn’t control the tears. It hurt to feel so used. Not only had my business partner, the sweet old man who is going to make me rich deceived me, but the man I thought I stood the chance of having a real relationship with is a lying sneak. Turns out, he was getting to know me as another means of insuring a successful business deal for his company. I feel so sick and depleted today. I’m going to call in to the store and tell them I have the flu. They don’t need to know it’s the heartbroken kind.

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March 8, 2000

Okay, I’m a business woman and this isn’t the first time I’ve put my heart on the line to have it stomped on. I can separate the business from the personal pain and anger. Besides, if I don’t, I’m going to lose everything. I’m in debt up to my eyeballs. The second mortgage on the house maxed out the equity, plus my car is tied up in the lien. From where I’m sitting, I either have to go forward with this business arrangement or I’m on the street and penniless. All I have to do is keep everything on a professional level. I won’t be dealing with James that much anyway. Mac and I can continue as we did before I knew of James Phillips’ existence. I could try at any rate. Come on girl. Suck it up and move on. Consider it another great learning experience.

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March 17, 2000

Who the hell does James Phillips think he is? He had the nerve to send me an email wishing me Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Screw you buddy. Take your happy St. Paddy’s and shove it up your ass where I’d like to put my size nines.

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Ass-hole sent me a Happy Easter e-mail. Who cares!

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May 31, 2000

Am I going to have to put up with these damn e-mails every holiday. Glad his Memorial Day was so grand.

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June 21, 2000

Yes, it’s the first day of summer. I’d put this pest on spam guard if it wasn’t for the business. You’d think he’d get the message since I haven’t responded to a single one of his personal e-mails.

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July 4, 2000

James thinks I need to meet him in Las Vegas later this month to go over the figures from the last quarter and discuss where we want to open the first round of stores. Mac is going to be there so guess I’ll go.

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July 15, 2000

Okay, my friend, I fly off to Vegas tomorrow and will have my first face-to-face meeting with James since he broke the news to me who he really is. Nervous…damn right and that’s why I’m taking you with me. Venting my feelings to you may keep me from making a fool out of myself again or killing him.

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July 16, 2000

My hands are shaking so much I can hardly write. I met James in the casino bar for a drink. He kept the conversation light and easy, but he stared at me the whole time. I felt like his eyes were consuming me. Why would he do that? Of course, my treacherous heart skipped along, almost dancing with joy. I just can’t seem to control the little pitter-pats of delight that race through me when I see him. All right, I admit it. I still have a few feelings for this man. Who am I kidding…I have a lot of feelings for this man and this meeting and sitting so close to him is not a good thing for me, especially since Mac bowed out at the last minute. DAMN!

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July 17, 2000

Shit. Holy fuckin’ crap! I woke up a few minutes ago, rolled over and collided with the body laying in bed beside me. You guessed it, my friend. James Phillips! And to make matters worse I felt something on my finger. A glance at my left hand revealed a shinny band of gold. What the hell did I do last night? Oops, James is starting to stir…better put you away. More later, when I know what’s going on.

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July 18, 2000

Sorry, my friend. Didn’t get a chance yesterday to get back with you. Seems I’m now Mrs. James Phillips and spent yesterday in lots of consummation of our marriage. Teach me to consume more that half a bottle of wine and throw in a few other mixed drinks on top of that. I’m told, tequila shots played a major roll in my condition sometime after midnight. All I know is we ended up at a wedding chapel and the fools out here can’t seem to tell when someone is drunk out of their mind and shouldn’t be making any kind of legal commitment. Especially the ones that have words like…forever and lifetime…attached to them. I asked James if he drank as much as I did. Nope. Seems one of us needed to have their wits. If that’s the case, then why the hell are we married? His answer to that, “Given all that’s transpired between us, I thought if we were married I can spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and trying to make up to you for my crime of omission. Otherwise you’d never given me another chance.” Yeah right. The ass tricked me again. What makes him think I’ll give him a chance now? Well, maybe I’m not as upset about his deception this time. After all, he must love me to go through these extremes. Looks like I’m in for more changes in my life. As for the lack of sex, I think that is behind me… Later, my friend.

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May 31, 2005

My friend, imagine my delight in coming across you yesterday. When I packed up my old house and moved my belongings to New York to settle into James’ house, I thought I’d lost you. Instead, I’d packed you in one of the boxes I stashed in the attic and never unpacked. Life has certainly changed since I poured out my heart to you. Espresso Haven is thriving and has stores world-wide, but I don’t have much to do with the business these days. No, my life centers around my husband and our daughter. That’s right, I have a little girl. Her name is Emma and she’s the spitting image of her father, not to mention the apple of his eye. He dotes on both of us. I didn’t have much hope at forty-one of getting pregnant, in fact, I really didn’t think about having kids. I’d spent a lot of years in my first marriage working on accomplishing the miracle, even to the point of seeing a doctor who said there were female issues and I couldn’t have children. When I started throwing up, I figured it was a case of stomach flu, but it didn’t go away. After a week, James insisted I go to the doctor , who informed us I had a nine month flu. Given my age, the doctor monitored me closely and I spent the last three months in bed, only allowed out to go to the bathroom. I had to have a stool put in the shower so I could sit when bathing. But, it was worth it. From the moment I set eyes on Emma, I knew what my new career would be. Mothering is, without a doubt, the most rewarding occupation I’ve had.

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I sit here now watching the two loves of my life playing tag in the pool and feel complete. Life is good. Oh, before I forget. Remember Mac, James’ grand-uncle and my business partner? Seems the dirty old sneak is the reason James and I are together. At one of the family dinners, he confided he liked me from the first meeting and if he’d been thirty years younger, I’d be his. Since he knew that wouldn’t work, the next best thing was getting James and I together. He didn’t really need to have Espresso Haven checked out, he wanted to match up his two favorite people. One way or another, he had been determined I would be a part of his family. The old fool should have been a matchmaker instead of an investment mogul. It goes to show once again, you can’t tell a book by its cover, or a person by how the outside world views him. Now I ask you, my friend, is that another example of not being able to trust people? Though I have to admit, I’m glad I followed my heart and allowed myself to trust again. Look at the rich life I have now, thanks to a meddling old fart, and the man he knew could see beyond my outside wrappings into my heart and appreciate me for who I am. Life is good, my friend, life is good.

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Fantasies By Pennie Morgan June 2051 Gina Montgomery unlocked the door to her grandparent's home and went inside the quiet house. Her fiancée trailed behind her carrying boxes. "I can't believe both Grams and Bumpa are gone, and just a couple months apart, too." "I think she died of a broken heart," Josh said. "The light just seemed to dim after your Bumpa died. She was like a flower which wilted because it didn't get enough light and water." "You're right. I have never seen two people more in love with each other. You could sense it as soon as you walked into a room with them. They could be in a crowd but were always so focused on each other it was like they were alone. I mentioned it to my mom one day and she just smiled and said they were always that way. She told me if I found someone who I loved half as much and who loved me in return, I would be a happy woman all my days." "I hope I make you happy because I know you are the only one for me," he said as he leaned over and kissed her. Gina reached up and touched his cheek. "I do love you." He smiled. "Come on, let's get this packing done." She grabbed a box from him, turned, and headed down the hall. "I'll start in the bedroom. Mom said Grams kept journals and insisted I pack them before the rest of the

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clan comes tomorrow to help. She wants to be sure they don't get mixed up with anything to be donated." A few minutes later as he sat on the floor in front of the bookcase, Josh pulled leather-bound journals off the shelf. "Your Grams was never without her hand-held. I'm surprised she took the time to write these by hand. It would have been so much easier to do them electronically." "Oh, Josh," Gina said as she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. "I wouldn't dream of putting my journal on my computer. It's just more intimate to do it by hand." "Well, she sure had a lot of them. Then again, they were married for sixty years and it looks like she kept them from the beginning." "Next month would have been sixty-one years. Looks like Grams kept one here in her bedside table, too." Gina opened the cover, joined Josh on the floor, turned to the first page and began to read aloud. To the person reading my journal: You may be thinking I have only documented my love life, but that is not true. The journals of my life are separated by categories such as work, kids, vacations, household, etc. You have just been lucky enough to find this one. It was written with the sole purpose of reminding David and I of all the fun and love we shared and to read again and again as we grew old. I hope you enjoy it as much as we have through the years. Lisa Preston "Look." Gina smiled. "She started this one right after their wedding and there are entries throughout the years." She gently flipped through pages and finally settled on a section in 2005 and began to read.

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July 23, 2005 I love my husband! Today was going to be a hectic day, Saturdays usually are. Today was worse because I had to run into work for a meeting. Needless to say, I was out of the house before seven o’clock while everyone else still slept. That bed looked so inviting with David snuggled under the covers as I left this morning. I was tempted to crawl back in with him, but I resisted. Mr. Larabie could only meet with me today since he is going to be out of the country for the next month. We really need to get this project up and running before he returns and, of course, we couldn’t implement it without his approval. I have been working on this for weeks and everything is ready to begin. The meeting went well and we are on track for start up on time in two weeks. At least he didn’t want to change anything and gave his okay to proceed. I do wish I was the one headed to Italy and Mr. Larabie was staying here to work, but with his approval of the plans it will be easier to get up and running with him out of the office. Traffic was bumper-to-bumper on the way home. I had planned to run some errands first, but I couldn’t find my lists. Lucky for me I left them on the counter and David found them. By the time I got home to change my clothes and pick up the lists, David had delegated the housecleaning between the kids and he had done the grocery shopping. I’m really glad since I hate the store on Saturday afternoon. It’s always too busy. Saturday seems to be the day everyone wants to shop with their kids. Glad mine are old enough to either behave or stay home.

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I did notice as I pulled into the drive that there were no kids running around. Usually our yard is full of eleven-year-old boys playing basketball or football, but not today. Today, there were no kids or bikes in the drive. No sports equipment scattered across the yard. When I stepped out of the car, I could hear music blaring from inside the house. The closer I got to the door, the louder it became. It had to be David playing the radio so loud since it was set to the classic rock station. If it had been the kids, it would have been the screaming and wailing they called music. What greeted me when I walked in the door definitely was not a kid. Talk about sexy! I walked in the kitchen door to find David’s gorgeous ass pointed up in the air as he put the veggies away in the refrigerator. He had on his cutoff shorts, tee-shirt, and bare feet, and was surrounded by food. The only thing better would be if he was cooking the food. My stomach growled at the thought. The cup of coffee and yogurt I ate at sixthirty this morning had long ago run out. I stood there for a couple minutes and just watched him work around the kitchen. The radio was turned up and I had all I could do to not laugh out loud. My musclebound, warrior husband wiggling his butt and being domestic had my temperature rising. I slid out of my pumps and put my briefcase down and quiet as a mouse sneaked up on him and put my arms around him from behind. I startled him but that didn’t stop him from startling me right back. The next thing I knew he had me seated on the counter. He slid his hands up under my skirt so he could open my legs and stand between them. The welcome home kiss he gave me was enough to knock my socks off, if I’d had any on. “Hmmm. Where are the kids?” I asked when he let me come up for air. “It’s awfully

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quiet around here, except for the radio. Three kids should be making a lot of noise and they would have changed the station by now.” “They are gone for the night.” He reached behind me and turned the radio down. “Teri is already at the slumber party at Katie’s, and Tom and Jeremy are staying over at Kyle’s. Kyle’s dad pitched a tent in their backyard, so they are camping. We are alone tonight.” He smiled and gave me another lingering kiss. “How about we go out to dinner and take in a movie? It’s been a while since we went out by ourselves. I’ll even let you pick the movie and I promise not to complain. At least not too much,” he chuckled out. “Sounds like a plan to me,” I told him while I tried to stifle a yawn. “I need to run some errands and hopefully get a nap first, though. I’m practically dead on my feet.” “I already took care of most of what was on your list and the rest can probably wait until Monday.” He nuzzled behind my ear. “So you just go and relax and take a nap. I want to wash the car after I finish in here. Then, maybe I’ll come and join you for a nap. I don’t know how you got up so early this morning after the marathon movie session last night.” “It wasn't easy getting up this morning. I had all I could do not to crawl back in bed with you and forget the meeting." I tried to smother another yawn. “It was much too early a start for a Saturday and busy morning.” “I know. I missed you when I woke up and you were already gone. Did the meeting go okay?” “Yes. Mr. Larabie approved all my ideas without changes. Now he is headed to Italy and out of the way, so we can get things up and running smoothly before he comes home. I’m glad he finally left on his vacation. It will make my job a lot easier.”

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My stomach decided it was a good time to growl again. David leaned down, kissed my tummy, and reached for an apple. “Here, eat this and I will make you a sandwich,” he told me. “No sandwich. I’d rather just have a banana,” I told him while exchanging the apple for a banana. “I’m too tired to eat much anyway.” “All right. Then you go take a nap while I finish up in here.” After another kiss, David helped me down from the counter. With a playful swat to my behind, he turned back to finish putting away the food. He bent over again and presented his gorgeous ass once more. I couldn’t resist and gave him a swat and a pinch in return. After landing a smack and a pinch on his ass, I turned away and laughed while quickly heading for the bedroom before he could retaliate. I was so tired I felt cross-eyed. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed up so late with the kids last night and now I felt every lost minute of sleep. I slipped out of my suit-jacket and skirt and hung them in the closet. Smothering another yawn, I unsnapped my bra, let it drop and slid between the sheets. I must have been asleep before I hit the pillow and I don’t know how long I slept. The next thing I was aware of was a strong arm around my waist and bare skin pressed to my back from my shoulders to the bottom of my feet. David had wrapped himself around me and was sound asleep. I tried to shift positions and he pulled me tighter against him and nestled my breast in his hand. He then leaned down and kissed my shoulder and promptly went back to sleep. The next time I woke up it was while being caressed and nibbled down my back. David nipped his way from my shoulder to my waist and then slid his fingers under my

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panties and pulled them down my legs. He then caressed from my ankles, up to my hips, and then back to my ankles. The next trip up my legs he traveled the inner aspect all the way to my cheeks. While kneading my ass cheeks, he leaned in and lightly bit into the left cheek and I couldn’t hold back the moan any longer. I could feel his smile against my skin and heard him chuckle. “I’m glad you finally decided to wake up.” Then he lightly bit me again. As David nibbled on my cheeks and used his fingers on my pussy, I couldn't keep from writhing my hips and raising myself up to my knees. David’s hands were busy as he positioned me where he wanted me. I was on my knees with my ass in the air and David’s fingers buried deep inside my vagina. “We should take naps together more often.” He kissed his way down my back and over my ass. He then rolled me over onto my back, hooked his arms under my legs, leaned forward and slowly slid inside me. In this position, I was totally vulnerable and unable to move except in small thrusts toward him. David took full advantage. He drove into me with hard thrusts and it’s a wonder we didn't start a fire as we both climaxed quickly. The spasms went on and on until we were left limp with our shattering releases. We lay together in a tangle of arms and legs and a destroyed bed while trying to catch our breath. “Now I feel like I need another nap,” David said with a laugh. “I don’t think I can move.” “Don’t,” I said as I curled into his side. “When I catch my breath I’m going to take a bath and then you are taking me out to dinner tonight.” We snuggled together and dozed for a few more minutes before I got up and started a bath. After I soaked for a few minutes with my eyes closed, the water was displaced as

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David climbed into the bath and drew me into his arms. “I love you, Lisa,” he said to me as we relaxed and let the warm water soothe our tired muscles. **** While we dressed we talked about what movie we wanted to see. Since there really wasn't one playing we were interested in, we decided to just have dinner at the inn and maybe some dancing and a walk on the beach. "A quiet night sounds like a wonderful idea," I told him. Since the evening was still so warm, I pulled a sundress out of the closet—a pretty blue halter-style with lots of material in the skirt. It would keep me cool, and to the ensemble I added my favorite strappy sandals. I glanced in the mirror at the image of my husband behind me. I know I am a lucky woman. I am married to a man, who after fifteen years, could still make my heart race just by being in the same room with him. Dinner at the inn was wonderful. We had a table in an alcove on the terrace where we were sheltered by plants, and it was as if we were the only ones there. We could hear the music from inside and the waves from the lake as they crashed to shore. If there were other people around, we didn't see them or hear them. The only person we saw was our waiter and he did his job so well and was so unobtrusive we barely noticed him. We sat with our chairs so close I was practically sitting on David's lap. We fed each other dinner and quietly talked. David leaned close with his lips against my ear and whispered, "Tell me a fantasy you would like to come true and I will do what I can to make it happen." I smiled and said, "World peace."

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"Seriously, what have you dreamed of doing that we have not done. I know we have been quite inventive over the years, but there must be something that intrigues you. Something you would like to try." I sat back and let my mind wander. We had made love over the years in every position imaginable. We've used toys on occasion to add to the experience. What had we not tried that would have David thinking we needed something else? Was he getting restless? I looked into his eyes and saw the love reflected there, and the little boy, excited smile. I realized he wasn't restless, just trying to spice things up. I caressed David's cheek. "What are you asking? Do you think we need something to spice up our love life? I thought we just about combust every time we are together." He put his hand over mine where it lay against his cheek. "No. I was looking at some of your books and wondered if there was anything you always wanted to try but we never had." He looked at me with his intense eyes. "Anything?" "You realize those books are not real life, don't you? I have my hero sitting right here and I wouldn’t change a thing." "Okay, that's nice to know," he said with a laugh. "But I noticed one of the books had a cover with two men and a woman. Is that something you want to try?" "You want to have a ménage?" I asked him hesitantly. "Not necessarily. Another cover had a cowboy on it. Does that intrigue you?" "Hmm…I read a passage once where the couple made love while riding on a horse. I have to tell you, it was one hot scene." "On a horse? That sounds interesting. What about the danger of getting caught?" "Exhibitionism? Since we’ve made love in some inventive places, I think we have

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covered that." "We haven't tried a restaurant," he said as his hand crept up my leg. Before I could do anything about it, he reached his destination and his fingers were under my panties. He slipped one inside my pussy. When his thumb grazed my clit, I couldn't sit still any longer and nearly jumped out of my chair. "David, what are you doing?" He leaned closer and said with a grin on his face, "If you don't know what I'm doing then maybe I'm doing it wrong." This being said, he pulled his finger out and then quickly thrust two deep inside me. "Relax, sweetheart. No one can see us and you are beautiful in your passion. Come for me. Now." I felt so naughty being out in the open when anyone could walk by. When David demanded I comply, I began to climax and had to bite my bottom lip so I wouldn't cry out and alert the others in the restaurant about what was happening in our corner of the terrace. When my spasms subsided, David pulled his hand out from under my skirt and licked his fingers clean. "Umm…now that is the best dessert." The grin was back and it was quite evident he was pleased with himself. I couldn't believe David could act so calm. His eyes blazed with so much heat that if it was snowing out, it would have melted before it landed. I, on the other hand, could barely raise my water glass to my lips and was lucky it wasn't full because my hand was shaking. "You realize turn about is fair play. What if I unzipped your pants right here and stroked you until you came?"

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"Sounds like a good plan, but let's dance first and take a walk on the beach." He rose and took my hand and led me out to the dance floor. The band was playing a jazz ballad and David held me close and began to sway. His hands never stilled and continued to caress my back, my ass, and even the back of my thighs. All this as he nibbled on my neck and rubbed his arousal against my belly. "You're going to get us kicked out of here if you keep that up," I told him with a laugh. I wasn't protesting at all, just stating a fact. "It would be worth it. You feel so good." At the end of the song, David grabbed my hand and headed for the door. "Come on. I need to get you somewhere a little more private than this." David kept up a brisk pace while walking across the parking lot toward the boardwalk which led down to the beach. I didn't have a problem keeping up with him until he reached the steps leading down to the beach. By the time we reached the bottom and he started across the sand I was trying to pull my hand from his. "Slow down. I have to take off my sandals or I will never make it through the sand." David turned and swept me off my feet with his arm around my waist. With a few quick strides he carried me under the boardwalk, and when he stopped, my back was up against a post. He kissed me with a hunger that took my breath away. I raised my legs until I could wrap them around his waist and lock my ankles behind his back. I was really glad now I wore this dress with such a flowing skirt or I could not have done this. With me supported, David used his hands to raise my skirt to my waist. With my skirt out of the way, David could use those busy hands to torment me and drive me even

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crazier. David has the most wonderful hands and what he does with them should be illegal. He ran them up the back of my thighs and squeezed my cheeks and I broke the kiss and cried out. I didn't think I could be any more aroused than I was in the restaurant but I was mistaken. I felt overheated and my lips felt bruised from the passionate kisses I was receiving. I realized we were out in public and anyone could come by and see us, so I bit into my bottom lip and tried to keep quiet. David's teeth grazed beneath my ear as he reached behind my neck to unhook the halter and gain access to my breasts. He then raised me a little higher so he could latch onto a nipple and suckle. After thoroughly loving one nipple, he switched over to the other and paid attention to it. He used not only his lips and tongue but also bit down lightly with his teeth. He knows this drives me crazy and I am sure he was trying to torment me until I couldn't hold back the scream that bubbled in my throat. Just in time, he abandoned my breast and again kissed me and took my scream into his mouth. He chuckled. "I figured you couldn't hold back much longer. We don't want to let anyone know what we are doing. Can you be quiet a little longer?" "You are driving me slowly insane and you want me to be quiet?" With a smile of my own and a chuckle, I said, "I'll try but I can't guarantee I can be quiet for long." He reached behind his waist to unhook my ankles, and again his hands caressed from my ankles to thighs as he eased my legs back down. Once I was back on my feet, he started to descend down my front. Again, he suckled each breast and moved lower. He raised my skirt once again, and reached up and pulled my panties down to my ankles. "Step out of these, sweetheart. I don't want anything in my way."

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I lifted first one foot and he slipped the band over my sandal and then the other foot until he had my panties off. He slipped them into his pocket. Raising my skirt, again, he ran his tongue up my leg from my knee to my pussy. Lifting one leg up over his shoulder I was open to his fingers and tongue and teeth. Oh, those teeth… When he bit onto my clit while his fingers moved inside my vagina I nearly climaxed again. I can't remember if there was a time I was this aroused. When he applied a little more pressure to my clit and twisted his fingers as he thrust, my orgasm stopped my breath and left me suspended and it felt as if the world stopped around us. My legs felt like rubber and David supported me as he rose again to his feet and lifted my legs back up around his waist. With my head tilted back against the post, I opened my eyes to see David's face in front of mine and his grin was back. As he licked his lips, I said, "You are full of surprises tonight." "I'll have to see if I can surprise you some more." He leaned in and began to kiss me again. I tasted myself on his tongue and my heart sped up again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, slid my fingers into his hair, and pulled his head back. "Why don't you let me down and I will try and surprise you?" I felt one of his hands reach between us and could hear the rasp of his zipper being lowered. His fingers pulled my lips apart as he settled himself against me. His cock pulsated as he rubbed it in my juices. He pulled his hips back a little, aligned himself, and then thrust inside me until he was seated to the hilt. Again, my head fell back against the post and I could not hold back the moan that

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escaped. Even though I’d climaxed twice in a short period of time, David did not take it easy on me and go slow. It was a tight fit. Usually he takes his time, but not tonight. Tonight he slammed into me and I erupted in another orgasm. As I came back to awareness, David stared at me and held me still. "Are you ready?" "Ready? I'm done." "No, you're not." With this last statement, David pulled back his hips and began to slowly pull himself almost free of me. He then slowly slid back inside. He set a slow rhythm while spreading my ass cheeks. With my fingers in his hair, I pulled him to me and bit his bottom lip which made him move faster. With the added stimulation of my bite, David stopped torturing me with his slow rhythm and finally set about fucking me with a gusto that left me gasping. I felt him begin to climax and at the same time he pushed a finger in my ass and I climaxed along with him. As we tried to catch our breath, David slid to his knees with his cock still buried in me. This pushed him further in and set off another tiny explosion. This must be some sort of record for us. I was so sensitive a breeze could have brought me to another orgasm. "You are amazing. I'm not sure I will be able to walk anytime soon." "Good, because my legs feel useless right now. Let's just sit here and enjoy the night for a few minutes." I slid off David's lap and retrieved my panties from his pocket and put them back on. I readjusted my halter and hooked it, settled next to him on the sand, and rested my head on his shoulder.

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After a few minutes rest we headed home. Didn't I start today's entry by stating I love my husband? Words can't describe how much I love my husband.

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July 24, 2005 I woke later than usual this morning, but David still slept. It's not surprising after last night. Even though we'd made love on a beach before, it was never somewhere we could have been caught so easily if someone passed by. It’s amazing we weren't caught because usually that part of the beach is busy at all times of the day and night. David surprised me last night, but this morning it was my turn to surprise him. While he was still asleep, I slipped beneath the sheet and took his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue from base to tip as if licking an ice cream cone. I felt his cock jerk but it didn't wake him up. The more I licked and sucked, the harder he became. I then felt his fingers thread through my hair as he tried to take control of the rhythm. I lifted off him and moved so his fingers left my hair. "I'm running this show, buddy, so just lie back and enjoy. I finally have you right where I want you and I'm not done with you yet." I ran my tongue along my lips and watched his cock jump. I couldn't hold back the smile when I looked up into his eyes and watched them roll to the back of his head. I leaned down and once again took him into my mouth while wrapping my hand around his base. I took him as deep as I could. I hummed and his hips lifted off the bed. I ran my nails along his shaft and he dug his hands into the sheet at his hips. When I ran them over his balls, he grabbed my hair again. I could feel he was getting close and so I took one more lick and then climbed on top of him. I positioned him at my entrance and slowly slid down until I was fully impaled on his throbbing cock. "Hold still a minute," David gasped. "If you move, I won't last."

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With a smile, I leaned back and pressed my finger at the base of his balls which had him groaning loudly. In this position, with me leaning back, I began to move. I moved slowly at first until David grasped my hips and took over the rhythm and we both climaxed after just a few strokes. David pulled me into his arms and positioned us on our sides while he was still buried inside me. He placed his hand on my ass to hold me close, and tucked my head beneath his chin. He laughed softly. "That's the best way to wake up. If you did that every morning we would never leave this bed." "Good thing we don't have to get up for a while yet, then. I don't think I can move just yet." "Go back to sleep for a while. It's still early," he said as I felt him drift off.

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August 6, 2005 Yesterday was my birthday, my 35th birthday. What a day it was! One I will never forget. It was hot and rainy and, of course, I had to work. Jeanna brought me a cake and black balloons. She may be my assistant but she isn’t real funny, though we did all get a good laugh out of it. The kids are having a great time with Mom and Dad on the cruise, and they were able to get a call through to me at work. They promise to bring me goodies back from their vacation.

It will be interesting to see what they get. They will be home on

Wednesday. Two weeks away is more than enough and it is time for them to come home. But the best part was David, of course. Even though he was out of town on business, he called before I left for work and sent flowers to the office. Peach colored roses that filled my office with their sweet scent. The card attached piqued my imagination and made it hard to finish work. I’m sure he meant it that way. The card read, “Tonight we will fulfill another one of your fantasies. When you get home, shower and wait for me. I will be home by 7.” Yeah, like now I would be able to get anything done the rest of the day after reading that. I wondered what he had planned. After what took place a couple weeks ago at the restaurant, what other fantasies did he want to fulfill? I could hardly wait to get home and find out what he planned. What he did have planned for me, though, I never would have guessed. Somehow I managed to finish the day and even got some work done. Not much...but some. The traffic home was horrendous and took longer than I expected due to an

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accident and traffic jam on the freeway. It was almost 6:30 when I got home. I hurried in the door and called out for David, but the house was quiet so I knew he wasn’t home yet. I quickly took a shower, dried my hair and brushed out some of the curls to make it look softer. I thought about pulling it up to try and tame it, but I still had no idea what David planned so I left it loose. Since I didn’t know what to wear, I decided to wait for him in my robe and would get dressed when I knew where we were going. Good thing I decided not to dress. David got home just before seven and he brought more roses—deep red colored one this time—in a beautiful crystal vase. He also brought a jewelry box with him which he sat on the dining room table next to the flowers without giving it to me. Usually when he brings me a present he can hardly wait for me to open it. Not this time, though He looked tired, as he always does after a business trip, but had a twinkle in his eye and a sneaky smile. Still made me wonder what he had planned. He swept me up in his arms and kissed me breathless. “I missed you so much. I hate when I have to go out of town without you. Happy birthday, baby. I ordered dinner and it should be here soon. I thought we should eat at home tonight, just the two of us. Marcelli’s is delivering so we can just get comfortable and enjoy.” As soon as he finished this statement the door-bell rang as if it was planned to the second. David went to the door to get our dinner. It was good, of course, and the wine superb. Finally, David looked at me and sighed. I wasn’t sure why but he looked nervous. “I love you so much,” he said while he kissed my fingertips. “Do you trust me? I mean, really trust me?”

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I was slightly taken aback by this question, but immediately answered him, “I trust you with my life.” His smile was back, starting as a small one and then breaking into a wide grin. “Good! Then it is time for your surprise.” He scooped me out of my chair, carried me to our bedroom, and set me down next to the bed. He opened the drawer of my bedside table, and reached in and pulled out a scarf. It was then I realized he must have come home sometime during the day because what I saw in the drawer was not there this morning. He turned to me and held out the scarf. “I want to blindfold you. Will you let me? Will you turn yourself over to my entire care? Will you trust me?” It was my turn to smile. Before me stood the most confident and self-assured man I knew. Yet he looked at me with a vulnerable expression that made him appear like a little boy whom someone had threatened to take away his treasured toy. Smiling at him, I turned around so he could put the blindfold on me and said, “I am all yours. Do as you will.” I laughed. “Now that sounds like a good idea. I will take good care of you.” David leaned in and kissed the back of my neck causing me to shiver. The man can still make me tingle all the way to my toes even after all these years. He wrapped the scarf around my head and tied it. “Can you see?” “N-no.” Another shiver overtook me. “Good. Now, let’s lose the robe,” he whispered behind me while untying the sash. He slid the robe off my shoulders and caressed my arms to my wrists. He then moved the caress from my waist to my shoulders and nibbled on my shoulders and neck. “I think a massage is next on the agenda. You need to relax.”

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“Oh, yeah.” He lifted me onto the bed and positioned me in the middle. I again heard the drawer open and then heard the top of the lotion bottle pop open. The next thing I knew, David was rubbing my back with vanilla-scented oil. He started at my shoulders and worked his way down my back. I could feel every tension from the day disappearing as he caressed his way down my back. He found a knot at my right shoulder blade, and rubbed harder until I moaned and then relaxed as the knot disappeared. He switched positions and began to rub my feet. He paid homage to each toe and rubbed up my instep. “You can do that all night,” I moaned. "It feels so good.” As David started rubbing one of my ankles, I could feel hands on my other ankle. “What…?” I started to question as I tried to sit up. “Shh…” David whispered in my ear. “This is your fantasy night. Remember when we talked about adding a partner? Well, I ran into Tyler in Chicago and immediately knew he was the one. Just enjoy. Just feel. Just let us love you. Let me love you. We won’t do anything you don’t want. Just let us know if we go too far.” My mind started going over all the things we'd talked about. I did remember us briefly talking about this. Yes, it is something that had always intrigued me, something I liked to read about, but I never thought it would happen to me. I was not sure how far David would take this, but I trusted him with everything I am so I tried to relax. “That’s it, darlin’,” the deep voice drawled while his massage moved up to my calves, “Just relax and enjoy. David, you are right. She is still beautiful. Lisa, you still have a great ass,” Tyler said as he leaned down and bit into my cheek. “You must still run to keep it this firm.”

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The bite on my ass made me squirm and try to turn over. Tyler and I had dated once in college until he introduced me to his roommate— David. From that point, Tyler was relegated to 'friend' because David became the love of my life, and still was. I knew then David had made the right choice in an extra partner. Even though we had not seen Tyler in several years, we still kept in touch and I didn't feel embarrassed in front of him. Not that these two would let me be embarrassed. "You have to lay still, sweetheart," David whispered in my ear. I can’t begin to describe what it was like to have four hands caressing me. David moved back to my shoulders and started to rub down my arms and he paid attention to each finger. The entire time he worked on my shoulders and arms he whispered in my ear. He told me he loved me and how beautiful I looked. He told me about Tyler and how his attention was solely on his task of massaging my legs. I was so aroused the fluids leaked from my pussy. I tried to be still as David instructed me to, but I could not. I writhed on the bed and tried to coax the hands on my legs to move higher. “I told you to lie still,” David said. “If you can’t do it by yourself, maybe you need some help.” He didn’t sound disappointed in me, he sounded amused and definitely aroused. I soon found out why. “Ty, open the drawer and you'll find some handcuffs. I think she needs some help to be still.” Since I was blindfolded, I was tuned in to every sound and I could hear everything clearly. I heard Tyler open the drawer and move things around. My drawer usually only

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contained a book or two, a book-light, a pad of paper and pen, and a small flashlight in case we lost power in the night. I had only gotten a quick look when David opened the drawer earlier, but I remembered seeing the fuzzy handcuffs, more scarves, condoms, and K-Y. All of the shuffling in the drawer and the murmurs between the two of them caused my juices to copiously leak from me. “Ah, here we go. We can use these, too,” I heard Tyler say. Then they turned me over and I now lay on my back. David leaned in and began to kiss me. At this point I was so aroused his lips on mine caused my brain to empty of everything except him. I slipped my fingers into his hair and held on until he took hold of my wrists and slipped the restraint on one wrist and then the other. His lips started to travel down my neck and nipped at my collar bone. I tried to move my arms to grasp his head but the handcuffs were looped through the headboard and I couldn't reach him any longer. I then felt a loop around each ankle and I could not move my legs very far either. Chuckling, David leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I told you to be still. Now the choice has been taken away and you will have to submit to us.” He again kissed all thoughts out of my brain and trailed his lips back to my ear. “Enjoy, sweetheart, enjoy. I love you.” And then he bit my lobe and caused me to cry out. Tyler was busy at my feet. After he’d tied my legs down, he cruised up my legs. He not only caressed, but kissed his way as he traveled. At my thighs, I could hear him groan. “Man, you have a birthmark here. That is so sexy.” He then started to suckle at my inner thigh. When David does this, I come unglued. With all the extra stimulation, I could not contain the cry that came from me or the cream that flowed from my pussy.

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“That’s it, sweetheart,” David whispered while he moved to my breasts. He latched onto one nipple with his lips and teeth while he tweaked the other with his fingers. I tried to hold still, I really did, but with David suckling at my breasts and Tyler moving to probe my pussy, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I cried out and writhed and bucked on the bed. I could feel Tyler as he used his fingers to separate my lips and run his tongue from my cream-laden vagina to my clit and then nibbled with his teeth. He then latched onto my clit and suckled while he slid what felt like two fingers inside my pussy. With all this stimulation, it was impossible for me to lie still or keep quiet. For the life of me, I don’t know what I was saying but I am sure it must have been raunchy because David leaned down and tsked in my ear. “You should see Tyler. He is totally concentrating on what he is doing. He looks as if he loves what he’s doing…like he can’t get enough.” This time as I cried out, David turned my head and pushed his cock between my lips. This was what I had been waiting for. I finally got to actively participate. Instead of just receiving, I was now giving. Not being able to use my hands, I used my tongue to slide all the way around the head, and paid particular attention to the underside. My lips tightened on him and sucked. David tasted of masculine heat and I was ravenously hungry. With David’s hand in my hair and the other wrapped around his shaft, he controlled how deep and how fast he would fuck my mouth. As hard as I tried to speed things along, he would not allow this. I couldn’t hold back the scream around David’s cock as I felt Tyler start to lubricate

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my ass. He still nibbled on my clit and at the same time worked lube around my anus. First one finger and then two were inserted and scissored. David continued to fuck my mouth while Tyler prepared my other end. “That’s it, baby,” David murmured to me. “Relax and let Ty get you ready for us.” David popped from my mouth and released the restraints on my wrists as Tyler released my ankles. Finally able to move, I surged to my knees and ripped the scarf from around my eyes and descended on David in the next breath. I put all my hunger and frustration into the kiss as I tried to climb onto his lap and impale myself on his cock. David shook his head and said with a wicked smile, “No, I want your ass first.” He then turned me around until he was behind me and Tyler now in front of me. This was the first look I got of Tyler this night. He looked as gorgeous as I remembered. His hair was still a little on the long side with black curls and just a touch of gray starting at the temples. His eyes were emerald green and a dimple was evident in his left cheek as he smiled at me. If this was not the look of a man who enjoyed himself, I didn’t know what was. He lifted his hand to my cheek and softly caressed it with the back of his fingers. “Hi, pretty lady. Happy birthday.” David then pushed me onto my hands and knees and I took this opportunity to pay Tyler back for some of the torture he'd subjected me to. I reached out and took his cock in my hand and then my mouth. I looked up at his face in time to see his eyes roll back and his head drop back with a moan. At the same time, David eased his way inside my ass. I tried to get David to hurry but again he was in control and worked his way in slowly and steadily until he finally was seated to the hilt. “Ty, I’m not going to last.” David eased me back into his arms and pushed his cock

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deeper. “Hold still, sweetheart,” he told me while I wiggled and tried to get him to move. “I can’t hold still and you'd better not either,” I told him. I watched as Tyler quickly stretched out on his back. He reached for my waist and moved me over him until I lay on his chest and I could feel him nudging at the entrance to my vagina. Tyler worked his cock in my pussy in slow and easy strokes until he, too, was seated to the hilt. I know I cried out and begged, but for what I can’t remember. This dual penetration was nothing like when we played with toys. I felt so full. Four hands moved over me as two cocks fucked me with hungry thrusts. They worked together and I could feel my climax start as Tyler reached up and latched onto my nipple with his teeth. That sent me over the edge. As I screamed out David’s name, I could hear both men groan out their pleasure until we were all limp from exhaustion. David lifted me off Tyler, pulled me to his chest, and pushed my hair off my sweatsoaked face. “You are beautiful,” he whispered to me, “and you are mine—all mine.” He then shifted me to lie between him and Tyler. As I lay in David’s arms and tried to catch my breath, I felt Tyler’s hand caress my back. I drifted off to asleep. They did not let me sleep for long. It seemed as if all inhibitions were left at the door and anything and everything was possible. David held me as Tyler fucked me and then they switched and Tyler held me as David loved me. Before we all slept, they took me together once more with Tyler in my ass and David lying beneath me in my pussy. He kissed me and quietly talked to me through it all. When I finally woke up, I was cradled in David’s arms with Tyler’s hand on my ass. Every muscle in my body protested as I tried to climb over David and move from the bed.

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I managed to climb over David, but nearly collapsed on the floor before he helped to steady me. “If you guys know what's good for you,” I growled as I stumbled to the bathroom, “someone will get out of this bed and make me coffee while I go and take a hot bath,” As I brushed my teeth and waited for water to fill the tub, I looked in the mirror. My eyes were like slits and my hair was a tangled mess, but my cheeks were flushed and I definitely looked as if I had been loved to within an inch of my life. I couldn’t hold back the laugh as this thought went through my brain because it was true—that's exactly what happened. Even though every muscle in my body ached, I felt energized. I stepped into the tub and couldn’t hold back the groan which escaped from me as I lay back in the water. “Is it safe to come in?” David asked as he opened the door and peeped around it to show me the coffee mug. “I bring coffee and a muffin.” He didn’t wait for me to answer. He came into the bathroom, set the coffee down on the side of the tub and handed me the mini-muffin as he sat down on the rug next to the tub. “Umm…I didn’t realize I was so hungry,” I said after I ate the muffin. “You should be hungry. You were amazing last night.” David took up my wash cloth and began to bathe me. “I wasn’t sure how you would react to it all, but you surpassed my expectations and blew us all away.” “Hmm… That feels good,” I told him as he massaged my inner thighs. “It was wonderful, but I don’t want to repeat it. You are more than enough for me and I don’t think I could survive it again.” “That’s good to know since this was a one time deal,” he reassured me. “I don’t

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think I could stand to watch anyone other than Tyler touch you.” He laughed as he said, “I’m sure we would not make good swingers.” “Don’t even think it because it will not happen. Get out of here and let me finish my bath and then I’ll come out and make us some breakfast.” “We’ll take care of breakfast. You just come out when you’re ready,” David said as he left the room. I relaxed and let the hot water soak my aches away as I thought back over the night. I am really surprised that with the light of day, I was not embarrassed about all we did last night. If anything, I felt quite content and satisfied. Finally, I decided it was time to get out of the tub and see what the guys were cooking for breakfast. I dressed in shorts and tee-shirt and made my way on bare feet to the kitchen. I overheard them talking, and when I heard my name, I stopped outside the door and listened for a minute. It seems they were thinking along the same lines as I was. “I can’t believe she agreed to it,” Tyler said. “I’ve never done anything like that before, but I am really glad you asked me to help celebrate Lisa’s birthday.” “She was great. You know, I should be jealous, but I’m not. You realize this was a one time event, right? It’s not going to happen again.” I decided it was time to make myself known and so I walked into the kitchen. Both men leaned up against the counter with coffee cups in hand. I was a lucky woman to have two gorgeous men standing there waiting for me. “Is there any coffee left,” I asked and handed my cup to David. I turned towards Tyler and smiled. “Good morning, Tyler. What ya been up to

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lately.” David snorted behind me and broke out laughing, while Tyler turned bright red. “I would say you are feeling pretty spunky this morning. Did you have a good birthday?” Tyler asked as he leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Mmmmm, yeah, except we missed the cake.” “How about an omelet instead? Then I have to leave for the airport. I have to get back to Chicago for a meeting Monday morning. I have everything ready to cook. What do you want in yours?” I looked around him to see what was on the cutting board. “A little of everything, plus extra cheese.” I grabbed a piece of ham and a bite of green pepper off the board. David handed me my coffee and said, “Sit down and let us cook before you get into trouble or make Ty burn himself. You have a couple of boxes there to open.” “Okay, this one I saw last night.” I raised an eyebrow towards David. “Tyler, did you bring me the other? I thought you were my present.” I couldn’t help but smile as I teased him. “Which should I open first?” One was wrapped in blue. That is the one David brought home last night. The other was wrapped in green. They both had white bows on top and were quite the presentation. I sipped my coffee, gently touched each package, and asked again, “Which should I open first?” David stepped over and kissed the top of my head. “Open Ty’s first. I know what I got you but I’m curious about what he brought you.” Smiling, he turned back around to butter the toast. I reached for the box wrapped in green and glanced over at Tyler. He turned out the

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first omelet to a plate and quickly poured eggs into the pan before he looked over to me with a smile. I carefully took the wrap off the present and set the box down in front of me. It was a jewelry box. I carefully opened the top and looked in. Nestled in the cotton batting was a gold chain with a sapphire solitaire pendant on it. Tyler reached over my shoulder and took it from the box and clasped it around my neck. He leaned in and kissed my cheek and whispered, “Happy Birthday, Lisa. I always thought your eyes rivaled the purest sapphires.” I was speechless as I stood from my chair and wrapped my arms around Tyler’s waist and rested my head on his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered back to him. “I love it.” “Let me see,” David said impatiently. I turned around so he could see. He grinned and the twinkle came back to his eyes. “Here, open this one now.” I carefully unwrapped the gift from David and again found a jewelry box. I smiled as I opened the top of the box. Inside was another gold chain with sapphires and diamonds. This chain, though, was a bracelet. Alongside the bracelet was a delicate watch with a sapphire in the bevel. “Oh, David. They are beautiful.” “No more than you are, sweetheart.” David reached into the box and removed the watch and clasped it on my wrist. He fastened the bracelet on the same wrist. Then he took my hand and pressed a kiss into the palm. “I love you, sweetheart. Happy birthday.” We all sat and ate breakfast and talked about what was happening in Tyler’s life. He has a meeting with a company in Chicago on Monday which, hopefully, would lead to his becoming their new CFO. As I listened to him talk, it was easy to see he was excited about this move and I hope it all works out for him.

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After breakfast Tyler got his bag and we walked him to the door. “Don’t be a stranger, Ty. We want to see you around here more often, especially if you move to Chicago,” David said as he shook hands with Tyler. I stepped into Tyler’s arms for a hug. “Yes, you have to at least come back for Christmas. The kids are going to be mad they missed you.” “I promise to get back more often,” Tyler said and then proceeded to kiss me on the lips. He stepped back and looked at us and said, “Take care of each other. I’ll talk to you soon.” After we watched Tyler leave, I turned to David. “I love you, but I am so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open. I’m going to bed. Want to come and snuggle with me.” “Definitely. Maybe later I can get you to model your new jewelry. Nothing but the jewelry.” David laughed as he swung me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom where we slept the afternoon away. ***** June 2051 "Wow," Gina gasped as her head dropped to Josh's shoulder. "Grams was one hot chick in her day." "You didn't think our generation invented sex, did you? You said it all with 'Wow.' If that is any indication what the rest of the journal is like, it's a wonder it hasn't spontaneously combusted by now." "I'm not sure Mom should read this." Josh laughed as he took the journal out of Gina's hands and placed it up on the bed behind them for safe keeping. He leaned closer and kissed her. "I think your Mom can

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handle it. After all, she grew up with them and knows how much in love they were. I'm not sure anyone should read the whole journal at one time, though. It might be cause for a heart attack." Smacking a kiss on his lips, Gina said, "You're right. Come on, let's get this packing finished." "I think I've had enough for today. We'll come back early tomorrow before the others. Right now I want you home and naked. They gave me a few ideas." She laughed as she stood. "Okay, but you leave your buddies out of it. I have all I can do just to keep up with you." "That's okay. I don't want to share you. I'm sure if we read the rest of the journal, we will find out your Bumpa didn't share again either."

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