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“Macbeth will kill us,” the Irish villain with them said. The giant was on the floor, holding his belly. There was more than blood there. He wouldn’t move easily again. “Macbeth…” the man began again. Fergus was on him in … Continue reading

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He glanced around the walls and saw there strange figures, sticklike men and animals that bore no resemblance to creatures he had ever known. “What is this pit?” “A temple,” the girl responded. “To gods so bored with this mean … Continue reading

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I walked across the pool deck and through the sliding glass doors. Once inside, I heard what sounded like Cass’s voice resonating from the room I thought was the library. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I was sure the conversation was between him and Lorraina. I quickly went to my room and undressed to take a bath. The four-hour excursion Cass and I had taken had left me hot and sticky.

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Once the tub was filled, I sank in, luxuriating in the warm water and enjoying the view out the window. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the edge of the tub as my thoughts drifted to my … Continue reading

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world. Perhaps he is seeking forgiveness for what he and his family have done to the earth.

But as he brings me the book, I can see that it’s a leather journal, worn soft. He hands it to me. The leather strap around the journal doesn’t match the cover; the original probably wore through and fell apart. … Continue reading

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his arms, can feel his muscles flex. To be lifted and moved so easily feels exhilarating. My desire to be in control of every situation is gone. I am floating. Bobbing on the sea. Ness lays me down on my back. He pushes my shirt up, slowly, as if asking permission. I lift my arms up over my head in assent. Starting at my neck, he kisses his way across the smooth hollow of my collarbone, sending trills of electricity through me, then works down to my breasts, kissing them, cupping them with his hands, and I place mine on top of his and make him squeeze harder. My nipples ache with pleasure. I pull my bra down and guide Ness’s head. His tongue circles my nipple before taking me between his lips.

Ness slowly kisses his way up my chest, up my neck, finds my lips again. He brushes loose strands of hair from my face. The frenetic energy is gone, replaced by a comfortable caressing, a writhing embrace, a pleasurable squirming. … Continue reading

More Galleries | Comments Off on his arms, can feel his muscles flex. To be lifted and moved so easily feels exhilarating. My desire to be in control of every situation is gone. I am floating. Bobbing on the sea. Ness lays me down on my back. He pushes my shirt up, slowly, as if asking permission. I lift my arms up over my head in assent. Starting at my neck, he kisses his way across the smooth hollow of my collarbone, sending trills of electricity through me, then works down to my breasts, kissing them, cupping them with his hands, and I place mine on top of his and make him squeeze harder. My nipples ache with pleasure. I pull my bra down and guide Ness’s head. His tongue circles my nipple before taking me between his lips.

“The red light? No, that’s to save our vision. We’re almost to the bottom.”

There seems to be a red glow outside the submersible as well, some kind of dim light beneath us. Ness steers the craft to the side and rotates us. If you loved this posting and you would like to receive … Continue reading

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“I take it you two aren’t close?” “We all mostly work alone. Sometimes, when things are very bad, the Council will send more than one. I have worked with Eva once. It did not suit me. She has no mercy … Continue reading

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“Yes it has,” he said. If you have any inquiries pertaining to the place and how to use labiennale-israeli-pavilion.org, you can call us at the web page. “I didn’t know you were a detective now. Do you have your own … Continue reading

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“You attacked Bobby yesterday when he was tending to your wounds.” Brennan said, standing on the other end of the gun.

“Right,” I said. “You don’t believe me?” “I don’t recall attacking him, and I generally do remember when I try to kill people. Especially if I’m trying to eat them.” “He said you went crazy when he injected you with … Continue reading

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However, he had to abide by the rules or find himself unemployed.

However, he had to abide by the rules or find himself unemployed. So, it looked as if I was on my own. I could only hope that a contingent of tough, courageous, spunky female amateur sleuths had my back. Next … Continue reading

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