I had a dream about you. We were in a room. I move first inching towards you. I remove your red baseball cap and cast it carelessly aside. My hands shake as I begin undoing the buttons of your shirt. I fumble, finding it difficult to clasp the small white plastic in my fingers. After the third button you takeover, finishing the job I had started. You let your shirt fall off your arms, revealing your torso.
You place your hands on my hips, bunching my nightshirt up in clumps in and around your fingers. I lift my arms into the air allowing you to pull my nightshirt over my head. I am braless, my thin white cotton panties the only article of clothing left on me. You walk towards the bed with an outstretched hand, your fingers closing around mine in a firm grip.
You guide me onto my back and take your stance over me, a hand on either side of my head. I can feel your cool breath on me and your eyes penetrating mine. I suddenly become aware of my vulnerability with a thin piece of fabric the only thing guarding my morality. We stare at each other for a moment. Never did I imagine we would be like this. I thought you were nice enough, but imagined I must have bored you to tears. Yet you put up with me. We were by no means meant to be together, yet some unknown circumstance permitted us this one night.
Your lips feel icy as they press against mine. My tongue slips past your thin lips, between your teeth and into your mouth. I feel around as your tongue joins mine. For a moment we kiss softly. No urgency is felt by either of us.
I guide your hand to my pelvis and you move your hand downwards to rub my clit, the sheer fabric of my panties barring you full access. I moan as your hand moves to the waistline. I aid you in relieving my body of this last piece of clothing. Your hand moves back to my pussy. You can feel my wetness as you tentatively place a finger inside. You pause before moving it gently in and out of my pussy. Soon, another finger follows. I moan as you begin to finger me harder. I close my eyes savouring the sensation of your fingers inside me. We are no longer kissing, you are staring intently at what you are doing.
I put a hand on your wrist and stop you. I pull your fingers out of me and seductively lick my juices from them. I rest my hand flat against your chest and push you away.
Now you are the one lying on the bed. Your leaning back on your elbows so you can see what I am doing. I unbutton your jeans. You lift your ass so I can pull them off of you. I hook my fingers around the waistband of your jeans and pull your boxers down with them. Your stiff cock is released. I take it in my hand. You flinch at my chilly fingers, but soon your flesh against mine warms them. My hand is at the base of your shaft. I place my mouth at the head of your cock and lick it gently, my tongue swirling back and forth. I hear you moan. Your prick is still in my mouth as I look up at you, to see you staring back. I revert my concentration back to what I was doing. I lower my lips to your shaft, my tongue sliding down the side as your cock penetrates further into my mouth. I slowly move my lips back up and my hand raises slightly in a twisting motion before your cock is plunged back in, deeper this time. I move my tongue and lips up and down your cock, never taking it out of my mouth.
A strand of hair falls into my face and you sweep it up with your fingertips and place it behind my ear. You leave your hand on my head, shifting your weight over to one elbow. Your hand is massaging the back of my head, fingers clenching in my hair, as my tongue caresses the underside of your cock. You make a noise when I press harder with my tongue, adding to the pressure; the noise is somewhere between a gasp and a groan. I smile around your cock. I tell you if you cum I would stop. You smile. Like you would. I go back to sucking your cock.
I can’t wait, I need to feel you inside me. Your smile widens. You tell me I cant always get what I want. You roll me under you. the head of your cock teasing the swollen folds of my pussy. I gasp. Your mouth hovers over my breast your breath whispering over my nipple. I arch but you don’t take my nipple into your mouth. Your blow gently. I whimper. Lick with your tongue, hot and raspy. Then you blow. The sensations intense. I reach for you, but you grip my wrists and push me back down on the bed.
I cry out when your teeth rake over my throbbing nipple. Stop teasing me! You grin. You push my knees back, opening wide. Oh god I just want you so much.
Your first thrust is very slow. You barely enter me. Your giving me a taste of your cock.
I want to scream at you! Stop teasing me!
You thrust back and forth only giving me the first few inchs of your cock, just the head penetrating me.
I try to lift my hips to get more of you, but you wont let me, pushing me down hard on the bed, your mouth returns on my nipple. This time you suck. Hard. I cry out. The intense sensations battering my already sensitive body.
You start going deeper. The thrusts no longer teasing but hard and fast. You pull out letting your cock stroke along my slit teasing my clit.
You ease your hold on me, letting me up. You urge me over you. Your cock is slick with my juice. We both moan as I slide down.
Your so big, I am so tight, soo good.
Your hands on my hip begin to guide me, you don’t want me to ride you gentle. I moan as your hips meet mine.
You pull my head down to yours, you whisper words. Not of love. But of what you would to me, hot lustful words that made my skin flame and me tremble. People actually do that? Your hand is on my clit stroking it.
I feel it, a crushing wave of fire that started at my centre and exploded over my body. The room spins with you in it. Oh yeah.. My muscles squeezing and milking over your cock as I come.
I feel your fingers tighten on my hips before I feel your prick spasm and cum inside me. I sink onto you and we lay there cooling off.
HOT.
The night air was sticky and thick with heat, there wasnt even a comforting breeze that slithered off the river to mingle with the trees.
The bonfire didnt help. Licking and snapping upward, the flames grew higher, crackling. Ashes from the kindling swirling up away from the fire pit.
I hesitated on the trail, taking one more glance at the bonfire at the people milling around, their conversation loud and drunken.
The trail to the river was barely lit, and I stumbled down till I reach the sandy shore.
The river was muddy, the river bed strewn with rocks. Nothing beautiful. The murmuring of the river drowned out the party. Barely.
I took a sip of my drink, and pressed the cool surface of the bottle against the skin of my throat.
My eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.
Beads of perspiration were gathering between my breasts, my tee-shirt was sticking to my skin making it uncomfortable.
It was so damn hot outside!
I wandered closer to the river.
the river felt deliciously cool lapping over my sandals onto my toes.
I knelt, throwing the bottle aside. my fingers sought the dark depths of the river.
My body reacted to the cold sensation of the water licking at my skin, tiny shivers rippled through me and my nipples hardened. It was wonderful. I splashed the cold water over me, sighing as
I unbutton the few buttons of my shirt. The murmuring of the river thundered in my ears as rivulets of water sluiced over my skin, my shirt clung to my body.
Something inside me stirred, awakening as I stroked the water over my skin. Hot, yes but not from the sweltering night, from within.
My eyes swept close, and I imagined it was his hands under mine stroking my skin.
My nipples hurt, aching to be touched, and I thumbed one then, out of desperate need..
Rocks shifted behind me, the noise startled me, my eyes flying open, and I scrambled to my feet in panic.
Hands seized me before I could whirl and flee. Struggling in blind panic, there was a moment when I glanced down into the river.
His frame cast in shadows, the flames of the bonfire so faraway barely carving out his features enough in the reflection of the river. Yet I didnt need light to know what he looked liked. It was him.
Heart pounding, I stopped struggling and stood still. Had he seen me? How long had he been there.
Outrage out won wonderment. What was he doing here?
I wanted to yell at him for scaring me, but the words froze in my mouth.
His breath was hot on my ear, the sensitive shell caressed by the raspy silk of air.
Oh shit.
The maelstrom of sensations crashed over me like a tidal wave. White hot fire ripped thru me leaving me breathless and wet.
His hands surprising cool on my skin as they slid high over my arms.
His hand slid over my throat, thumbing the sensitive spot between my jaw and ear. I whimpered.
“you shouldn’t have left the bonfire alone” his breath was hot on my cheek. I could barely hear him over the hard pounding of my heart. Excitement swirled around inside me.
“I wasn’t aware I needed to ask”
”You know that’s not what I mean” he growled.
“no I don’t” I gasped as his other hand was exploring.
“Anything can happen” he bit out.
“I can take care of myself” could I. oh god I was so hot. I could feel him through his shorts. Hard. I moved against him, trying to get a measure of his patience, of his desire and mine. He was thick resting between my buttocks. Every part of me was rearing to go, it took all I had not to…
I let out a startled shriek when he hauled me against him,
“This isn’t a game your playing,”
his hand on my throat tightened, not to hurt just to capture my attention.
Every part of me was screaming now, would he touch me, or would he just tease? Oh god.
“No it’s a game your playing” I whispered. “I can feel you, your hard, and teasing me is getting you off.
“My cock,” his words shocked and excited me, “got hard watching you touching yourself. Knowing I was standing here.
“Touching myself?” I pretended outrage. “I was cooling myself off!” I hesitated. “How long were you there?
“A few minutes.” he nudged my ear and laughed softly at my reaction. “You were touching yourself,” he whispered.
“No…” I murmured.
“Yes.”
“You wanted me touching you…”
his words were hot, his tongue slowly traced the outline of my ear.
I bucked against him, whimpering when he pressed his cock against me.
“You still like that.” his words were lost on me, “tell me,”
“Yes, please…”
“you have a vivid imagination tell me what you were thinking of me..” he urged.
“No..”
I choked, he ground himself against me, the sharp nip of his teeth on my ear had my clit humming with need. I ached so much.
“you were touching your breasts,”
he made a move to touch them, his hand sliding up, the one at my throat stroking my jaw. His tongue startled me, at the hollow of my throat. Hot wet and rasping over my skin.
I shuddered, my brain was demanding that I run go get the hell out
but it was something else that was begging me to stay enjoy everything he was starting.
His hand cupped one breast.
“No,” it was my last half hearted plea of sanity. He ignored me. He kneaded the soft mounded. Stroking the curve, and teasing the tip into hardening
“No?” he was whispering, he licked the column of my throat. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” he made a sound that was similar to a laugh. “or do you want me to show you what I want to do to you?”
His words frightened me, even as his touch coaxed the response he wanted out of me. He had never behaved towards me like that before. I made a last attempt to escape, but his mouth was on my nape and he bit down on my shoulder.
I arched at the unexpected pain that suddenly exploded into something else within me.
Any common sense now was being slaughtered, as his mouth then his tongue soothed the bitemark. His hands were busy. I whimpered softly, as he teased each nipple with his fingers.
“Turn around.“ he bade. Without the heat of his body behind me, I suddenly felt cold. I shivered. His eyes raked over me, lingering over my pink cheeks, and swollen mouth. Then down lower to where my shirt open.
“Take it off.” he said softly. He tugged on my shirt. I shook my head. “I want it off now.”
My fingers were slow to obey his command. They shook as one button fell open then the next.
He stroked a line down my chest with a finger between my breasts as the shirt fell away.
“This too.”
he flicked his finger at my bra.
My throat grew dry, and my eyes darted to his. As if he sensed my hesitancy his eyes narrowed.
“Do it now.”
there was an edge to his voice, a dark hunger vibrated through his words.
I fumbled with the clasp till it too fell at my feet. too vulnerable under his hungry gaze I tried to cover myself, but he slapped at my hands.
He cupped each mound.
“More than a handful.” he said softly. “but they fit mine perfectly.”
I bit my lip as he lowered his head. His breath was hot over my skin, my breath caught as his tongue tasted me.
He sucked greedily. His mouth pulling at the peak roughly. I moaned clutching his head. My fingers clung to the strands of his hair, as his tongue forced the tip of my nipple to the roof his mouth, rolling it around. His other hand kneaded and pulled at my nipple with his fingers.
He was making me crazy, as his mouth and hands drew my senses taut. the air was hotter and thick, my breaths coming in shaky gasps.
My panties were soaked now, I made a sound as the hand on my breast started its descent. I squirmed. If he touched me now I would be undone.
He nipped at me, not enough to injure but in warning. I gasped.
His fingers found me, stroked along the indentation, once then once more. I let out pleading sound. It was too late. He moved the damp cloth away and was slowly moving his fingers in the slick folds. Spreading the moisture he found there around the valleys til he found my clitoris.
I tried to buck away from his tormenting fingers. I was in his grip, I moaned helplessly. He smiled against my skin.
“I like that you respond to me so easily.” he growled. His fingers mimicked the pull of his mouth on my breast.
“Please…” I whispered.
“What?” he muttered. He shifted his head to my breast and flicked his tongue over the nipple. I arched into him. “Stop?”
Suddenly he removed his fingers and his mouth.
He was going to kill me with his teasing, my body ached. Everywhere. I glared at him, my centre pulsed with unbanked fire.
“I don’t need u to finish this. “ I lifted my chin defiantly.
“I have great muscle control. I can come without your touch or my own.”
it was not really a lie.
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Do it. And you will regret it.”he ground out.
The surprising surge of delight at his anger roared thru me.
“How do you know I am not doing it now?”
I goaded him. I squeezed and let out a sigh of pleasure.
He covered me, his fingers seeking me out. I let out a ragged cry as his one finger slid into me. He groaned, as I clenched down on him, at this small invasion.
“I can only imagine if I was inside you now.” he stared down at me. “I would rip you apart.” he took a deep breath. “Your so wet, baby.”
His words were hot on my mouth.
“Save your tricks when I am inside you.” he growled. He worked his fingers gently in and out. “until then you will come when I make you.”
**arrgh stupid thing wont let me edit my story! it keeps fucking around with it! damn it!
BASED ON A DREAM I HAD. FIGURES IT WOULD BE AS BIZARRE. REALLY REALLY SHORT.
I was asleep on an airplane. I was aware of only the song playing
on my walkman. The plane made a quick stop in a city but because I was so exhausted I never noticed that Howie and the Boys were the new passengers
Howie was seated next to me, Brian on the aisle seat.
Howie was looking over some papers his sister faxed him when my head fell upon his shoulder. He was startled, glancing down at me in surprise.
Howie was unsure what to do with me, he looked at Brian for help.
Brian shrugged. Howie sighed, shifting then to allow my head to be tucked into his chest, under his chin. I snuggled closer drawn by his warmth.
Mumbling under my breath in spanish, I curled against him.
Howie chuckled.
“What did she say?” Brian wanted to know.
“She told me Victor Manuel was stupid to believe, Ana Luisa Roldan was Sandra Bracho.” Howie translated.
Brian frowned.”What?”
Howie shrugged.
Howie went back to reading the papers. When my loud exclaimation in spanish drew stares from other passengers. He apologised, and chuckling wrapped his arm around me.
“What did she say?” Brian leaned over to look at me.
“I believe her words were ‘bitch slap the blondie, Sarita.’ then she called the blondie a puta” Howie chuckled.
“She’s a little freaky” Brian surmised with a shudder.
I awoke Howie from his nap when I began to sing softly in Spanish. He lifted his
head from myne and glanced down at me.”Who are you?” he whispered.
Well I awoke from my sleep when Howie gently shook me. The plane had landed in Florida. Dazed I wiped the sleep from my eyes. I became aware of my head upon a strangers chest. Mortified I jerked up.
“Hi,” a vaguely familar voice compelled me to turn my head and I found myself staring into Howie’s eyes. My mouth dropped open in shock.
“Howie?”
Howie began to laugh softly. “Its not fair,” he whispered. ” You know my name yet I don’t know yours.”
“Rebecca” I stammered.
“Well Rebecca Welcome to Florida.” He took my hand and drew me up off the seat.
“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again.”
The dream shifted to time when Howie and I are dating and I’m pregnant.
“What do you think?” Brian asked after he played the song he wrote for
Leigh Anne. He lowered his guitar, and looked at me.
I smiled,”Leighanne will love it,” I wince as pain shot thru me. Concerned,
Brian took my hand.”Rebecca are you alright?”
I smile faintly, something was wrong I could feel it. I nodded.
I stood and waddled to the bathroom. No sooner did I lock the door, then I felt my insides clench and a flood of fluid cascaded down my legs.
In shock, I look down. In a puddle of blood I see her. My baby. She was no bigger than my hand, grey and wiggling. I crouched, and slowly picked up my baby. “Hush now baby don’t you cry…” I began to sing the lullaby.
Somewhere deep inside me the knowledge; that the life Howie and I created was now dying in my arms ripped thru my soul. Anguished moans escaped my lips.
“Rebecca are you alright? Open the door,” Brian pounded on the door.
finally he broke it open. His eyes were wide with horror and I slowly
turned to him, holding my baby. Then I began to scream.Screaming & screaming. Blessed darkness swept over me in a cold tide.
I awoke to find Brian beside me in my hospital room. But I would not speak or look at anyone. Howie burst into the room, and when he held me in his arms,
I refused to yield. Everything inside me was dead, my emotions, my laughter,
my heart died the moment my baby stopped breathing.
One morning, Kevin came in. Howie asleep in the chair by the bed. He talked to me about his wife, his hand on myne.
He then sang. The One. a bubble of a sob escaped my lips. Startled, Kevin shook
howie awake. Howie cradled me in his arms as I cried.
ha ha ha this is so lame!
I found one of my stories from a million years ago. think 2003-4. it is based on a dream i had. its not finished! arrrgh! cuz i lost the other half! i cant find it! why me! Ryan is a classmate of mine who died in an oilfield explosion while back.
Yep this is so lame!
My cousin Clayton and his girlfriend, Cori decided to have their wedding in a small town in saskatchewan. The locals there didnt like outsiders.
“I dont know why Cori picked this town,” I murmured to chad as he unpacked.
chad smiled as I flung myself on the bed. “Think if it as a little vacation.” he assured me. I rolled over on my belly and looked up at him.
“This town gives me the willies.” I said. I preoccupied myself with one of his ties. “They stare.”
chad laughed. “Did anyone ever tell you you are paranoid.” he tugged at his tie, and I pouted.
“Its not paranoia its the willies. Big difference.” I yanked the tie and he toppled onto the bed beside me. “Besides my paranoia is part of my sparkling personalty.” I purred against his mouth.
chad grinned, he tossed the tie aside and wrapped his arms around me. “I wasnt complaining,” he brushed his mouth over myne.
“Hmmmm…”
The sharp knock on the hotel door startled us. I pouted. “Tell them to go away,”
chad laughed. “What if its your parents?” he chided.
I shrugged. chad untangled himself from me and answered the door. It was Clayton. The Bridal party, including me and chad were going into town to do some last minute shopping.
chad agreed.
“I’m telling you,” I hissed to chad as we walked down the produce aisle at the supermarket. ‘They’re staring!”
“Of course they’re staring,” chad argued with a grin. “With that outfit how cant they.”
I pretended offense and glanced down at the clothes I was wearing. “There is nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”
chad kissed the top of my head and we walked up to the checkout.
I was preoccupied by the gum section, when I was compelled to lookup.
Cashier was watching me, his features revealing nothing of his emotions. It was then I saw his eyes. His irises were an unnatural color, oval. There was only one time I saw eyes like that. From a photo of a wolf.
Cold unease seized me in a viselike grip. Wolfeyes.
“Hey are you alright?” chad asked, his mouth brushing my ear.
“Lets get out of here. Now.” I muttered. Without waiting for chad I stalked out of the store.
Warm air rushed into my lungs. Wolf eyes, my mind raced. wolf eyes…contacts..
no their was predatory anger in that man’s depths, and it was too real… too real to be fake. So what did that mean?
“Becky?” chad’s voice startled me and he swung me about.”What the hell was that about?”
I ran a hand thru my hair, and looked up at him. “I was feeling kind of queasy.”
I forced a smile. “I’m fine now.”
I glanced over chad’s shoulder to the store window. Thecashier was no longer alone but with two others. And they were watching us.
chad and I met up with Ryan and Angie. My unease hadnt gone away, in fact it was growing. I slipped my hand thru chad’s and clung to him.
If sensing my distress, chad pulled me closer.
‘Are you alright?” It was Cori who spoke.
“Prewedding jitters,” chad murmured.
Cori laughed. “Hey, whose the bride here?” she teased.
I forced a smile. “They must be contagious.” I offered.
chad kissed the top of my head, and I nuzzled my face into his shoulder. The spicy scent of his aftershave filled my nostrils comforting me with its familarity. Something compelled me to look up over his shoulder.
At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The streets were empty then I shifted my gaze to the left. Three or four men following us. One then two joined the pack.
Pack… like animals…like wolves… my head jerked up, fear suddenly making it all too clear. Were-wolves.
“run,” I whispered.
chad frowned. ‘What?”
I pushed Cori forward. “I said move!” I became frantic then, the five men were quickening their stride. “Now! Run!”
Maybe it was something in my voice that made chad realise I was serious.
“Maybe we should quicken the pace.” he muttered.
We began to run. Ryan Angie Cori Clayton chad and I.
I could hear them behind us, their breathing.
Thru the brushes, towards the hotel. I heard Ryan curse. I looked back.
A wolf had lunged for him.
“Back off!” a surge of power coursed thru me, with a wave of my hand sent the wolf flying thru the air. Breathing hard, I glared at the wolf. It was clearly not the alpha for it snarled at me and turned tail and ran.
“Ryan are you alright?” Angie asked crouching beside Ryan.
It wasnt a big wound but it bled alot. I walked up to Ryan. He was in shock and he looked up at me.
“How did you do that?” he asked.
“Dont worry you’ll be fine,” I lied. I passed my hand over his arm. The blood seemed to stop, flowing backwards into the wound. The torn skin began to mend.
“What…?” ryan was amazed.
chad pulled me up. “Lets get out of here!”
Back in the hotel room I was rummaging thru my bags. I couldnt of brought my BOS. My mom would have had a fit. She thought Wiccans were evil and heaven help me if she found out her oldest daughter was one.
“What are you doing?” chad demanded. He came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips.
“What do you know of were-wolves?” I asked.
“What? were-wolves?” chad frowned. “They’re shapeshifters. They change every full moon.”
“Not really. If they wanted to they can change form anytime.” I found my book of wicca.
“They have rapid healing capabitlies especially if they are with their packs. They also have a Ulfric.”
“Wolf King,” chad murmured. I lifted my head momentarily startled. I smiled.
“Yes,” I was pleased with his knowledge. “Have you been reading my books?”
My heart did a little flip when he smiled.
“You had laying it around.” chad frowned and seated himself beside me. “Ryan was bitten. How do we know he wont change.”
I blinked, “Not for another three days.”
“When his body goes thru shock and possible fever spikes. He could die.”
chad swore softly. ‘What about the Ulfric?”
“Yes,” I drawled out. ‘What about the Ulfric? The chances of us finding him is slim to none.”
chad smiled, “Us?” he echoed.
I cocked my head to look at him. I crawled over to him. chad grunted when I straddled his lap. “Yes,” I murmured. ‘Do you have any idea how much it means to me That you dont run from what you dont understand. You dont run from me”
chad stroked my hair over my back. “I worry about you,” he whispered. I kissed him. chad’s hand craddled the back of my head. “But the wonderful thing about a witch is her ability to call animals.”
I frowned against his mouth. “Call?”
chad chuckled, “Obviously you didnt read chapter 26.” he murmured.
I pouted. “Chapter 26?” I echoed.
“Chapter 26.” chad rolled me under him. “We can read it together. Later. Much later.”
I giggled. “Much later.”
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Blood..there was so much blood… why couldnt I get it off…
Panic burned brite within me as I scrubbed my hands.
“Get off!” I whispered. “no…” Blood spiralled into the sink painting the white porclain an ugly red.
Red Red…your dead… the blood stained water began to distort, taking shape.
I couldnt move, frozen in horror as Ryan’s face thrusted free of the water. His features contorted in anguish. “Help me!”
Then as the sudden as his features appeared, Ryan’s image was clawed back into the sink.
“Ryan?” I croaked. I plunged my hands into the water. “Ryan!!!”
I bolted up from the bed, my lungs screaming for air. Gasping frantically, I kicked the sheets off. I buried my face in my hands.
“Becky?” chad’s sleep roughened voice startled me. The bed shifted as he crawled up behind me. “Bad dream?”
I let out a watery laugh.
“that bad huh?” chad’s arms encircled me. “Wanna talk about it.”
I rubbed my eyes. “It was about Ryan,” I sniffed. ‘About his death.”
chad stiffened. “Death?” he echoed. “Are you saying…”
I nodded. “His blood will be on my hands.” I glanced at my trembling fingers.
“It’ll be my fault, and I cant change it.”
I curled against chad and began to cry.
“If you cant change whats going to happen then dont let Ryan’s death be in vain.”
chad’s calm acceptance made me frown. “Ryan’s death is for the Greater Good?” I demanded. “No, chad no!”
“You said yourself you cant change what fate has for Ryan.”
I considered his words, “Its unfair,” I whispered.
For the Greater Good. Sacrificing one life for others, I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. “How do we go about it?” I asked quietly.
chad nuzzled my hair. “The question is how much time do we have?” he muttered. He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the book on Wicca. “Start cracking the books.”
It was early morning when I awoke. Careful not to wake chad, I quickly dressed and went to Ryan’s room.
He answered the door. His skin was pale, beaded with prespiration.
It was beginning I realised.
“Hi Ryan,” I murmured. “You dont look so good.”
“Yeah well I’ve been better.” he collasped on the bed. “Its so hot.”
I touched his skin, my fingers stung from the heat.
“Have you seen a doctor?” I asked.
Unless the town doctor was a were-wolf there was nothing he could do.
Ryan shook his head.
“Its hot,” he murmured. HE began to shiver. “Help me?” he whispered. “Please?’ his hand shot out, his fingers biting into my skin painfully.
Startled I struggled, his grip almost crushing my wrist.
Agony seared thru me, and thru a bleary haze I watched the skin of his arm distort. Muscle and bone shifting rearranging.
Ryan screamed then his body arching violently.
“Ryan!” I choked. “Ryan!”
The fine hair on his arms became coarser longer.
The Change.. it was happening too fast. Panic seized me as painfully as Ryan’s hands.
“Let me go!” I cried. I shoved my hand on his chest and with little more than a pulse of magick Ryan stiffened. His hand slowly let go of my arm and fell limply to his side.
He laid still, and I quickly plucked hair from Ryan’s scalp.
I hurried out the door, and into Angie.
‘What are you doing here?” Angie demanded.
“I was checking on Ryan.”
Angie sniffed she attempted to step around me. “No.” I said.
“What do you mean no?” Angie asked. She glared at me.
“Ryan is sleeping.” I lied, “Dont wake him.” I said.
Angie glared at me. “He’s ill he needs to see a doctor.”
“No!” I hissed. ‘No doctor.” I sighed. With a wave of my hand, for the Greater Good I thought. “Forget.”
Angie blinked. “What am I doing here?”
I smiled. “You were going to eat breakfast with Clayton and Cori.”
Angie nodded. “Well I’ll see you later.” she walked down the corridor.
I inhaled sharply, “Forgive me goddess, I didnt do it for personal gain.” I whispered.
chad was reading when I opened the door. He waved the poppet. “Finished it,” he almost seemed proud. I smiled.
I kissed his cheek, “When did you get up?”
He shrugged, “After you,” he watched as I cast a circle. Once I was centred with poppet in hand he asked quietly. “How is Ryan?”
I hesitated, “Its too late for him,” I murmured.
“Christ!” chad’s expletive startled me.
“I looked up at him, “Will you help me.”
chad sighed, he stood. “I’m not into this wicca stuff,” he clarified.
I laughed, “no you just read the books.”
chad joined me in the circle. “What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Be my strength.” I whispered.
The poppet I made of Ryan’s hair allowed me some degree of control of his actions.
The poppet began to seethe with life after a few minutes. “He’s on the move,” I whispered. I closed my eyes.
chad frowned, “I thought you knocked him out.” he said.
My expression was grim, “Were-wolves recover fast.” I murmured.
It was disorienting, to see thru Ryan’s eyes. “He’s in town,” I whispered.
“i see the church,” my voice wavered. Exhilaration filled me. “I feel the wind, I can smell it.”
“Focus, Becky.” chad murmured.
“I feel so free. I can hear them calling me.”
“whose they?” chad asked softly.
“The pack,” I whispered. “They’re everywhere. I cant see them but I know they are there. I’m home.”
“where are you?” chad asked.
I frown. The buildings seem to blur together, the trees the cars…”I dont know, main street.” I hesitated. “I sense him.”
My heart began to pound, out of fear, out of wariness.
“Sense who?”
“The Ulfric. My leader,” I sniffed. “He’s near.”
“Where?” chad insisted.
“He’s not alone,” I sniffed again. “Its the pack.”
Fear tiptoe along my spine. “I’m afraid.”
“Why?” chad asked.
“They know,” I murmured. “They know I’m here.”
“They know Ryan’s there?” chad asked.
The hair on my neck prickled. “No they know I’m here.”
Without warning I was catapulted out of my trance. I opened my eyes.
“They sensed Me.” I whispered. Tears blurred my vision. “Ryan’s dead.”
The poppet tumbled out of my fingers.
“Where have you been?” Cori kissed my cheek as chad and I joined the family for dinner the next night. Ryan’s body hadnt been found, and it made me uneasy. What if what I saw wasnt feasible?
“we havent seen you two in two days!”
I smiled weakly. “We took Ryan home.” I lied. “He really wasnt feeling well.”
chad’s hand touched myne, and I clutched him tightly.
Angie was sullen, “He never said goodbye.”
Tears stung my eyes, ‘No he didnt.” I muttered.
“Are you ok? You and chad have sure been acting weird!” Clayton said.
I reached for a glass of water. Over the rim of my glass I noticed the angry scratch on his forearm. My glass tumbled out of my hands.
“look what you’ve done!” Angie screeched as it splashed on her dress. She slapped my hands away as I tried to blot it.
‘Just leave me the hell alone!” she stalked from the dining hall.
“midol anyone?” Clayton asked.
There was uneasy laughter.
“Clay how did you get that?” I asked casually gesturing to his arm
“Oh, its stupid really. I went into town to get Dylan some batteries for his gameboy, and this tupid dog attacked me!” He laughed. “If that storekeeper hadnt scared it away the dog wouldve had my arm for breakfast.”
“And he got infection,” Cori laughed. “I thought we wouldve had to cancel the wedding.”
“Aw you know that wouldnt have happened.” Clayton assured her. They kissed.
“When were you attacked?” chad asked quietly.
“Oh just before you two got town. Cori and I wanted to make sure that our hotel rooms were booked.” he said.
That was five days ago, I glanced at chad. His expression was grim.
“But everythings honkydory fine!” Clayton ruffled his son dylan’s hair. “Tomorrow is the big day!”
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911 Calls Gone Tragically Wrong | Michael Crowley | Reader’s Digest
i dont like doctors and putting my life in someone’s hands that cant help me when i need it is ridiculous!!!
it was so scary reading this article. I watched the dateline episode about Denise Lee. i was so outraged! you have so many ppl calling in tips and no one could help her! asshole!
I hate openfiction.com! it wont let me add any more stories. it wont let me delete my stories. so i am literally screwed. ah ha literally. that is too funny. my one piece of literal work. on that dumb site! i am so pissed. anyway i found one of my stories. Yea!
so i am adding it here. it is just one of my many daydreams. when i was major Buffy Vampire slayer fan. the premise is the last season in 2003
it was the tuesday the 15th episode, and my dream spun off from there. You know in the winery….
I was new in town, I heard about the First and I wanted to see what the Big Bad was all about. What better way to get front row seats but to be a Potential.
We were just outside the winery, or vineyard whatever in the woods when we were surrounded by Bringers. Nasty little buggers. I get such an adrenline rush watching the potentials fight. I had to give the Slayers credit tho they knew how to slice and dice. All the mayhem going on was gettin me all hot.
Then low and behold from out of the shadows a man steps out. “Well well,” I purred, “Its preacher boy.” I could smell the corruption in him, the clerical collar just icing on the cake.
I sauntered up to him, my eyes aglow with need. “Whats your name Preacher?” I circled him, raking my gaze over him like he was candy.
“My name is Caleb,” then like most preachers, he began to spew some garbage about the First, women in general and other crap.
“Why dont you shut up,” I whispered, “All this talking is distracting me… hmmm yes you’ll do very nicely.” I slid my hand up his chest.
The preacher had some strength to him, he sent me knocking up against a tree.
It barely phased me, I picked myself up, wiping my lower lip. “That wasnt very nice, you like it ruff, Preacher boy. I’m all about it.” I laughed.
“What are you talking about?” Caleb demanded.
“Do I have to draw a picture, surely even a preacher like you knows about fornication.” I walked through the chaos. “Or does it offend your delicate sensiblites? Thats right Preacher boy, forget about the First.”
Caleb’s hand sent me flying through the air, and I slammed into a tree. He motioned to a Bringer. He had a crossbow trained on me. “Well now, youre not much for small talk are you Caleb, thats all right. Conversation makes me irritable.” I picked myself up.
A sharp pain exploded into my chest, I glanced down to find a flaming arrow sticking out of my chest. I frowned. I broke off the end and pulled it thru.
“Now why would you want to play me like that?” I asked. I dropped the arrow and with a flick of my hand sent the Bringer through the air and through five trees. I shifted my gaze to Caleb.
All humor and innuendo was gone, I narrowed my eyes. “Silly boy,” I rasped. “Who do you think youre dealing with? A rank amateur?” A surge of power sent Caleb flying into a tree. He slammed into it hard and he slowly sank to the ground.
“Who are you?” He growled picking himself up. “What are you?”
I walked towards him, the tendrils of my hair slowly lifting as energy sizzled around me. “The question is,” I drawled.”not what am I but who am I. Do you think its all about the first? I dont think so Honey. Its all about me.”
The Bringers had surrounded me as I spoke, I rolled my eyes. I was beginning to get bored. I waved my hand, and the circle of Bringers went up in flames.
“Did you honestly think I would walk into Sunnydale and let the First destroy the world. I dont think so. I have a good thing going on, and I’m not about to let you or that pansy ass thing called the First messed it up.” I knocked Caleb down. He manages to get up.
“Youre not a Slayer, what are you a Demon?” he swung at me, I blocked.
“Honey, You cannot comprehend what I am.” I breathed.
“Who do you fight for? The First or the Slayers?”
I laughed, “Neither.” I slammed my hand into his midsection. He slammed into a tree. “Come on Junior. Lets go lets see what you’ve got.”
Chaos erupted. Admist the shriek of metal and screams, Caleb and I got into it.
He managed to get a few blows in.
“Not bad, Junior.” I spat up a few drops of blood. I lazily wiped the corner of my mouth. “But now its my turn.” with a high crescent kick followed by an outside kick, I leaped up and twisted. He staggered under the blow of my foot connecting with his chest. “I could kill you,” I bore down on him, as he struggled to stand. “but that would be too easy. I think I’ll let you live long enough for you to see the First go down.”
Caleb’s laugh was bloody, “You cant destroy the first.”
I caressed his cheek, “Poor deluded preacher, youre faith in the First is almost admirable.” I gave him a kiss. I tasted his blood, it only fueled my high. I released him. “but its misplaced. Now be a good boy and watch the show. I promise you Ebert and Roeper would give it a two thumbs up.”
I walked off into a clearing, “Here firsty firsty,” I called out. “Where is the cute little First?” I cooed. “Aw did the little First suffer a Boo Boo?” I taunted.
The Slayers had stopped fighting and looked over their shoulder. “Has she gone nuts?” Zander rasped.
Buffy shoved her sword deep into a Bringer’s chest, and jerked it out. “Could be, but I’m not waiting to find out. Get the girls out of here, Zander.”
Caleb managed to get up and caught Zander. “Youre the one that sees everything dont you?” he rasped. “Lets see what we can do about that.” with his thumb he shoved it deep in Zander’s eyesocket. He let out a scream of agony.
“Zander!”
I whirled around, just in time to see Spike shove Caleb aside. Rage filled me then. “Caleb,” with my hand; a surge of energy I bound him to a tree. “Get them out of here Buffy! Now!”
Buffy looked me in the eye, “I dont know who or what you are, but we’ll settle it later.” she promised.
I smiled, “Looking forward to it B.”
From out of the shadows something loomed omniously over me, I tilted my head back. It was hideous, a big demon like thing took form before me.
“Damn!” I exclaimed.”Damn what have you been eating?” I snorted. “So thats your true form huh, no dead people to hide behind. You are one ugly bitch…or bastard.” I paused contemplatively. “I know youre a hermaphrodite with bad hair.”
With a shriek that nearly shattered my ear drums, the First went for me. Breathing hard I rolled to my feet. “Ok you want to play big nasty, I can play big nasty.”
I transformed myself into a big nasty like the First.
The First got me good, its big teeth tore into my throat. I nearly screamed in agony. It knawed, trying to rip my jugluar out. I was losing blood and lots of it, if I didnt do something fast the First would kill me for sure. But I had an ace up my sleeve. I noticed the glare of headlights. A car. No doubt the scooby gang. I plunged my hand into its chest, it shrieked in shock.
“Its been fun.” I panted. “but the party is over.” I closed my hand around its heart. “This is where you die!” I squeezed hard. The First froze, its jaws freed from my throat, and threw back its head and screamed. With my strength waning, I tore out its heart. Then without hesitation I beheaded it. The First exploded into a big pile of dust.
The car was getting closer, I had to return myself to my true form in order to heal. I screamed as bone, flesh and muscle repaired itself.
Gasping frantically, I lifted my head as Buffy and Faith bore down on me. “How is Zander?” I rasped.
“Could be better?” she raised her crossbow. I grunted.
“My fight isnt with you Summers,” I growled.
“Thats where youre wrong,” she let an arrow fly. “You pretended to be a Potential you put my friends at risk and for what purpose?”
I barely flinched as the arrow pierced through my chest. “Its something you wouldnt understand.” with a restrained violent movement I knocked the crossbow out of Buffy’s hands. “You want to fight?” I panted. “Then pick a fight with him.”
I motioned to Caleb. As I healed I used whatever strength I had to do so that meant releasing Caleb from his magical binding. He stood.
“He’s still powerful,” Spike murmured.
I laughed. the sound hoarse. “Listen up Summers, you can forget about me and the potential threat I am to you or you can buck up and accept my help.”
“I dont need your help.” Buffy hissed.
“No because I already did the dirty work for you?” I rasped. “The First is dead, dusted, but the evil still exists.” even as I spoke the Bringers surrounded us. “What is it with you?” I cried in expersation. “Dont you come with an expiration date?”
Caleb laughed, “You think you have won?”
“Dont sugar coat it B,” I growled, the Bringers were closing in on us. “Me or them. Its not like you have all freaking nite.”
“Caleb’s mine,” Buffy grunted, ducking as Bringer lunged for her.
“Forget it Babe, he’s mine. Just make sure youre girls are safe.” I leaped over Caleb’s head and landed behind him.
” Caleb baby, I thought we already had this dance, Caleb but you just keep playing our song.”
Caleb looked at the destruction around him.
“Enough with the chitchat.” he rasped.”Are we fighting or having tea.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I snarled. “I hate tea.” I rolled under his kick. “You see I always liked you Caleb. Loved the black its so you.” I smiled.
“Turn me on. You see we could have had a good thing going, you me…we could have been hot…the possibilties.” I inhaled sharply.
“What are you going to do?” Faith snarled. “Talk to him to death finish him already.”
“But now all I can offer you is death,” I seized him by the head, my hands cradling his face. I slowly lifted him. I nuzzled his cheek, then our eyes locked together. He froze.
“You caused untold pain and suffering, “I whispered, “You slaughtered innocents all in the name of the First.” My fingers tiptoed over his cheekbones to rest just beneath his eyes. “You tried to shift the balance of good and evil by attempting to annihalate the Slayer line, you made people like me look bad.”
It was then I sensed it, the fear that was beginning to ignite within Caleb. My skin began to tingle with excitement, “Death isnt enough for you Caleb, it would only be the beginning.”
He began to whimper. “Youre feeling it arent you?” I whispered. “The pain the fear that you created in others.” when he didnt answer, I dug my fingers into his eyes. “That is for Zander,” I whispered. “Feel the pain!” I roared.
Caleb opened his mouth to scream, he struggled frantically within my hold then he jerked and became still. I released him.
I reached for Buffy’s sword. “Do you mind?” I asked. I raised the sword up, and swung it hard downwards.
I closed my eyes, as adrenline peaked and then exploded within me. “Its almost like sex,” I sighed dreamily.
“Melodrama much?” Faith grunted.
I opened my eyes and stared at her, “Youre jealous because you dont look good in blood.” I retorted. I stretched like a contented feline, and met Buffy’s disapproving stare.
“Hey I gotta my kicks somewhere,” I sobered then. “I think its time we end this party. I would say goodbye but that would be too polite.” With a wave my hand I teleported the Scooby gang and the potentials back to the Summers’ house.
“Hey,” Dawn blinked. “How did you all get here.”
“teleportation?” willow asked, giving Kennedy a hug.
“Where’s spike?” buffy asked.
Much blood had been spilt during the battle with the First, it still lingered in the air. My nostrils flared with the scent, with it a sense of hunger. I still hummed with barely restrained power, my senses felt raw leaving me edgy.
Spike eyed me warily.
“Hello William,” I purred. “Or do you perfer Spike now?”
A half amused smile barely touched his mouth. “What are you up to Pet?”
I sauntered up to him, “I can smell it you know, your soul.” I slid my hands within his duster to caress his chest.
“Lets not do this,” he seized my wrists to push me away.
I pouted, “Lets do” I pushed back at him till he was pressed against the tree.
I licked at his chin, but he twisted his head away, and glanced at me.
“For old time sake?” I whispered.
“Before or after you set Dru and me up in that Riot in Prague?” he growled. I tsked.
‘That was ages ago Love,” I whispered. “Dont be a bastard, William.”
My mouth touched his. I devoured his reluntantance, taunting him with barely audiable words as I kissed him.
Spike seized me then, shoving his hands in my hair, twisting the strands in his fingers. I gasped at the pain, then purred in pleasure.
“You always liked pain, you were like Dru that way,” he growled.
“Dru,” I panted, “was an insane idiot who kept you like a lap dog.” I bit at his lip, tugging at it.
I was on fire, wanting more. Spike’s nostrils flared as he caught scent of blood. He twisted, so I was pinned against the tree.
I laughed softly, ‘We used to bath in blood remember,” I whispered. Spike’s eyes dilated, he was breathing hard.
“I’m not like that anymore,” he growled.
“No, then what are you? The Slayer’s boytoy with a soul.” I caressed his chest.
“Youre a vampire, Spike thats what you are. Its in your nature. Come now love dont you want a taste.”
With a fingertip I dipped it on a bead of blood that had splattered on my collarbone. His eyes narrowed, watching as I lifted offered my finger to sip from. He didnt move. I gently traced Spike’s lower lip. “Remember the rush, you cant tell me you have forgotten?” I purred. He flinched.
“Just a taste.” I urged. Without warning his tongue darted out and whispered over my finger. My eyes swept closed, my knees nearly buckling. Spike’s lips closed then over my finger, drawing it deep into his mouth. His teeth grazed the smooth pad of my fingertip.
Hot I felt so hot, I panted, eager for breath to fill my lungs, but it was so difficult to breathe.
Spike growled then, with a violence that startled he hoisted me higher, my back scraping along the bark of the tree. the pain barely registered. Spike’s mouth was at my skin then, the hot velvet texture of his tongue licking the tiny beads of blood that splattered over the canvas of my skin.
I could no longer stand, I wrapped my legs around him, arching as his teeth scored the slope of my breast.
“Yes,” I breathed. The tattered remnants of sanity were ribbons like my clothes at my feet. “Yesss”
The cool air barely cooled my burning skin. Spike’s head moved up, his hands seizing my bottom. I fumbled between us then with his fly, tugging his zipper down.
Spike groaned when my hand encircled his cock.
‘Playtime is over,” I panted.
“You were never one for foreplay,” he grunted.
“Shut up and…” I broke off as he lunged forward, the savagery of his thrust impaled me on his cock. I screamed as he forced himself to the hilt.
Spike’s shoulders were slick with perspiration as he withdrew and then slam his hips forward, driving me up against the tree.
I gritted my teeth as the bark bit into my skin. Tiny sobs bubbled forth, as Spike thrusted harder.
I felt his teeth then at my throat, somewhere in my delirium I felt him hesitate.
My fingers tangled in his hair, “Oh god yes!” I panted. His teeth tore into my throat.
I screamed, bucking wildly as orgasm rippled through me. Lost in his bloodlust, Spike feasted on me, then he froze. with a roar he pumped himself deep.
We sank to the grass, weak.
It was a few moments before I could speak. “wow,” i whispered, I giggled.
Spike grunted something. “Whats the matter,” I rolled over and caressed his lean body.
He seized my wrist, “Bloody hell, let me rest a second.”
I laughed, “You getting old?” I paused. “That was one wild ride.”
Spike snorted, “Wild is a bit tame.”
“You’ve never done the slayer like that?”
He made a disgusted sound,” What I do with Buffy is none of your business.”
I pouted, “Well I was just curious.”
He glared at me, “No alright, she may be a slayer with superhuman strength, but she’s still a mortal.” he groaned when my hand went down over his abdomen.
“Youre afraid you’ll hurt her?” I murmured.
“We destroyed a building once, so I dont think she’ll get easily hurt.” he growled as I stroked him.
“Hmm here I thought I was the kinky one.” I rolled ontop of him. I eased myself over him, taking him deep.
He began to thrust then, I purred, my eyes sweeping close.
Images suddenly ignited within me. Of an older man and a woman in a kitchen.
I frowned. There was a young girl, sitting at the table, a big gaping wound at her throat.
My eyes flew open in shock.
“What is it?” Spike stopped thrusting.
“I have to go,” I muttered.
“Now?” he demanded incredulously. “Bloody hell.”
I scrambled off him. “I’m sorry but I’m needed back home.” I smiled at Spike. “Get dressed.”
“Bloody hell,” Spike grumbled as he shrugged into his clothes.
“Check you later,” I blew him a kiss and vanished.
“Come here,” derek tugged me to him after I was finished my tirade. I pouted, and shook my head. “have you ever considered quitting?”
He smoothed my damp hair from temple. I shivered and burrowed against him.
“I like being a slacker.” I whispered. derek laughed against my hair.
“You like it that badly?” he stroked my back.
“Yeah” I admitted sheepishly. I tilted my head back to gaze up at him. “Its naptime want to share it with me?” I purred. I slowly played with the buttons of his shirt.
He glanced at his watch. A slow grin curving his lips. “How much nap are we talking about?” he asked softly.
“Hmm I was thinking about 5.”
derek’s eyebrow rose. “3hours?” he began to peel off his shirt. “How much of it is actual sleep?”
I giggled with delight and slid my hands over his chest. “You tell me derek,” I leaned forward and let tongue flick over his nipple than his other.
He hissed, he walked me backwards, dumping me uncerimoniously on the bed.
“I think,” he growled, “bedtime will be early, naptime is over.” his mouth was hungry on mine. I struggled to touch him, he wouldnt let me. His mouth and hands on me, between my legs.
“Thats not fair,” i panted. he was stroking my clit. “Oh fuck derek, dont tease me.”
“What do you want, baby?” he whispered.
“You.” I strained.
“Me…” I felt him take his place between my legs. He angled me for his thrust. The wide dome of his cock teasing the soft folds of my vulva. “Tell me to fuck you baby.”
“Fuck me derek.” I gasped, clawing at him.
“Oh yeah.”
He thrusted hard. I gasped. He stilled. “Did I hurt u?” he groaned.
“n..no” I murmured.
“Good cuz hold on baby cuz this ride is gonna get rough.” his words made me hotter. I clung to him helplessly as derek took it to the next level.
I was on fire, it threatened to consume me.
I began to whimper, and derek withdrew and slammed his hips hard. My mouth opened in soundless scream as my orgasm tore thru me.
He began to come, thrusting as his seed poured into me. After a few moments, he lowered himself upon me.
“That was so raunchy,”I breathed. derek laughed the sound breathless.
“What?”
I wound my arms around his neck.”Raunchy huh,” derek kissed my cheek, my ear making his way back to my mouth. “Are you complaining.”
“No way. You can be raunchy if you want.”
“I can huh.’
“hmm hmm” I sighed. “I love being near you I love being held you, I love you, derek. I love everything about you. But I must warn I am insatiable.”
derek chuckled. “Uhhuh.” he said. “You better nap before round two. I dont want you passed out during sex.”
I giggled.
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