JamesHer long, lovely hair sways and brushes over my body, teasing nerves endings, tickling at my thighs and cock and, finally, raising a response.She cups me, rolling my balls in the palm of her hand.It's exquisite....And I simply lie, passive and accepting, letting my eyes close as my Jade loves me with her body.She rings my shaft between thumb and forefinger, gliding along my length then circling the head between thumb and forefinger, and at last, my arousal rises, glimmering through flesh and muscle, a warm glowing ember waiting to fan into flame.Her hand leaves me, my semi-erection cooling briefly, but warmth breath bathes me, and then her mouth covers me, taking me in.Winding spirals around the head with her tongue, she sucks gently, again with one hand gently rubbing my balls. Quivering under her as the tip of her tongue slides over me, I run fingers through her hair. I think I gasp....But........ I can't....My body responds no further. The warm pro
Bech/Corby"Good morning officer…?"Corby.""Officer Corby. And what can our firm do for the City Police?"Bech offers a photograph. "We're looking for this young woman. She goes by the name of Jennifer Bennett, among others. I understand your practice is representing her in her divorce."Vincenzo regards the man in front of him without favour. He glances briefly at the photograph then returns his attention to Officer Corby. He does not speak.And he finds he agrees with what the young Mr Bennett told him. There is something about the police officer he does not care for. Mr Vincenzo has served his clients for many years and his antennae are twitching.A cloud passes over Corby's face. "Is your firm representing this woman or not?"Vincenzo sits back in his seat, behind his desk. Made of some beautifully polished dark wood and topped by green leather embossed in gold filigree, it makes a wide barrier behind the two representatives of the Law. He does not invite Corby to
JamesAnd as I look at my Jade, I see the gloss to her eyes where she is trying to hold back tears.If it were reversed. If she had almost died for me, how would I be feeling?Jade....C'mon, be a man....I laugh, shrug and try to put the apology into my voice. "You're right of course, both of you. I'm sorry.""Master, the doctor said that it will take you a few months to properly heal. You'll be yourself again, but you do need to take it easy for a while."And you'll help me....Michael, arms folded, raises brows with a 'Told You' look about him.I feel foolish. "What do you suggest?""Just lie down, Master. Let me do the work. If you exercise every day, you'll soon be stronger, and then you can slap my butt to glowing any time you want...."And the farcical humour of it all finally reaches me, and I crack out laughing. "That's about the size of it, isn't it? Alright. You win. I'll lie down. I'm sure you can work your magic on me."Clamping down on the urge to
JamesMichael twists at a nipple, raising a howl from her. "That's a good sound," he says as her pussy clenches around me and a groan escapes me."I like that sound," says Michael. "What about you James?"Christ, yes...."Oh, I like that sound too.""Thought so. Let's hear more of it." He reaches down to the vee of her thighs, probing in with a couple of fingers, then levels his face with hers. "This is going to hurt.... Just thought you'd like to know that."He smiles wickedly at me, a mere moment's warning before his eyes drop to point at where he has her clit between forefinger and thumb....He pinches hard and she screams and bucks, taking me with her. "That's good...." mutters Michael. "That's what we want to hear. You, screaming. Let's see if we can improve on that, shall we." His wrist twists and this time she jerks, convulses and goes into orgasm.Riding me all the way, my shaft deep inside her as her cunt pulses and clenches around me, her hips ricochet one
The police station stinks of second-hand booze and disinfectant. A couple of drunks are hauled away in handcuffs while a woman in an overall mops up what they just deposited on the tiled floor. In the waiting area, a man in a three-piece-suit flicks through notes and files, checking his watch impatiently. A girl with cheap clothes and a black-eye tries to control the screaming baby she looks barely old enough to call her own.Thin-faced and with pale flat eyes and nondescript sandy hair, the police officer looks bored and pissed off.Natalie is bored and pissed off."When can I go? I've got a living to earn you know.""Don't we all, Natalie. You know the routine." The police officer picks up a clipboard, riffling through the pages. "You can go when we've settled this, not before." He finds the sheet he is looking for, pins it open with an elastic band, then sits, pencil poised. "He says you stole his wallet."The girl slumps in her seat, pouting. "Did not.""He says you did
James"So would I. Bear with me. I may be able to do something about it." Then, glancing down at the laptop. "I keep pretending to do some work but really I'm just staring at the sea."He looks at me longwise. "Something bothering you?"I stare up to where thin waves of cloud shimmer copper and mauve around the setting sun. The sea below ripples gold and bronze. "You never told me I'd died."He gives me a sharp look. "Who…?""Richard told me...."He nods, sucking his teeth. "Ah…""Why didn't you?"Michael stands, pacing around the terrace. "Mmmm, I wasn't sure you would be any better for the knowledge." He leans on the balustrade, staring out to the horizon. "Fancy a drink?""Why not?"He vanishes into the house, reappearing a minute or so later with a couple of brandies. As I take mine, I realise that I don't really want it, but I sip it for good manners' sake. And we sit in companionable silence, watching the sun go down, huge as it kisses the horizon.After a w
Charlotte works her way through the public bathrooms on the third floor.Wheeling her trolley of cloths and wipes and cleaners into the men's washroom, she wipes and polishes the basins, sprays, disinfects and polishes WC's and urinals.The door from the corridor swings open, a man stepping into."Oh, excuse me." Charlotte makes to leave.He waves her off. "Oh, don't worry, Honey. It doesn't bother me." And he proceeds to unzip and use the nearest urinal.Face flaming, Charlotte steps out.It bothers me....And as she waits in the corridor, she sees the woman again, entering the bar. She slips something to the barman....Money?.... then takes her seat again.'Urinal man' exits the washroom and saunters off, and Charlotte resumes her cleaning.When she comes out again, the woman is still there, smoothing back her hair and delivering a skilled eye-fucking to a fat, elderly man wearing a chunky gold chain at his neck and a trendy designer jacket too young, and for t
JamesShe stirs her food around her plate, shoving it from one side to the other. None of it goes into her mouth.When Charlotte doesn't knock back her food like it's going out of fashion, there's something wrong.Then I see Michael watching her too. His eyes meet mine and his head tilts."Come on, spit it out," he says.She startles, then drops her face, looking guilty."We can both see something's bothering you," I comment. "Get it over with and tell us.""I want to go and see Klempner."Michael jerks his head back and our eyes meet again.I lean forward, chin and face propped against my fingers. Michael raises warding fingers to me, then leans back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head. "Go on. We're listening."There is tension in her voice....Expecting trouble....?"He can tell me about my mother. He can help me find her.""And.... you think he's likely to do that?" His voice is neutral. His eyes flat."What's to lose?" she says. "If he won't hel