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Wildman darted between me and the guard.
“Get me out of this thing,” Teddy said. He was straining at the bars of the cage.
“Just wait.” I holstered my weapon and rushed over. I didn’t
Innocence & Carnality: Part 8 by Mann Ramblings
“Are you still upset over the simple wedding?” Lord Rother asked.
Once the ceremony was complete, he’d hoisted me into the waiting stagecoach to get us on our way. He and I shared the cabin as his man, Blythe and Harston sat up front with the driver and horses. My family sent me off with a meager series of goodbyes, but after the farce of a wedding, it was more than I wanted from them.
“What makes you think I’d be upset?” I stiffened my arm to the upholstered seat to hold my balance as the shaking carriage lurched.
The Adored One: Chapter 6 by Kazy Reed
I really didn’t want to face them, but I figured it wouldn’t make it an easier by putting the discussion off. I trudged down into the living room, where my parents sat stiff as boards on the couch. I slumped into a chair and studied the pattern of the carpet. When I’d come out to them the first time—before I’d died and been resurrected, so to speak—they had been supportive, I’d had the time to sit them down and break the news gently. This was altogether different.
You’d think going to a nudist beach would be one hell of a stimulating experience.
Well, my thoughts now are – I understand why many people wear clothes. In some cases, I’d prefer it if they wore clothes. Sometimes wearing just that little bit of material was far more sexy. An open shirt or the pants showing a little tuft of manicured pubic hair and the outline of a present to be uncovered – awesome.
The only advantages I could see were the reduced need for a washing machine and no tan lines.
I am still so confused. One minute my love is grovelling at the feet of a tyrant, and the next he is being petted by the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, while the very tyrant watches with an expression alternating between fondness and distain. Jandra seems as confused as I am.
“What the hell’s going on?” she asks.
“Jandra, please,” her mother scolds. “There is no need for coarse language.”
“Coarse language? I’ll say a lot worse if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”
“All in its time,” the queen says. She holds her hand out to me. “Come, sit with me and we will talk.”
Rose and Thorne #1 (1.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes
“Remind me again whose stupid idea this lipstick was,” I huffed out beneath my breath. Without thinking, I licked my lips. They felt greasy, and tasted even worse. I forced myself not to grimace, afraid it might crack the foundation I’d slathered on my face.
“Mine, you sexy beast,” came the smart-ass reply in my ear. “I think you got purty lips, mmhmmm.”
“Fuck you,” I growled. “You should be doing this, not me, and you know it. I did it last time.”
“What I know is you look better in a skirt than I do. And out of it, too.”
At Full Speed #22 by Chris T. Kat
Waiting for Bruce to finish tidying up tested Jake’s patience more than he thought it would. It probably didn’t help that he was becoming increasingly irritated at Bruce and himself. Of course he shouldn’t have had so many drinks, he was no idiot, but did Bruce have to act like he was his caretaker? He could take care of himself pretty well, thank you very much!
Jake whirled around, his tense shoulders pulled up to his ears. He needed to bring some distance between himself and Bruce.
“Jake, what do you think you’re doing?”
StormLords: Part 6 by Ravon Silvius
The young man slept for most of the day, half waking once to drink, before finally coming around again in the evening. His startling green eyes-a rare color in the circles Kristoff was used to-roved the cave walls before settling again.
Kristoff would be more sensitive this time. “Are you feeling better?” Kristoff asked. The youth nodded once, his gaze never leaving Kristoff’s face. Kristoff helped him to drink, and this time he let him drink more at once. For all the abuses he had suffered, he was young and strong, and would recover quickly.
“I…apologize for before,” Kristoff said, setting the flask down. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, especially considering how unwell you are…were.” Kristoff caught himself, mentally cursing his own inexperience. “Let’s start from the beginning. I know you cannot speak or write, but I would still like to learn your name.”