Aztec Treasure Ch. 11-20

Alison Fraser was a working mother of twin teenage sons of 19 years of age. Divorced for over 5 years and doing well with her life and much happier being single and providing for her sons, now both Tommy and James had grown into young men. She even had time and money to enjoy the best years of her life. Alison was in her late thirties, tall and with a nice easy curvy figure, she had curly sandy blonde hair and even without her lipstick and makeup, she was still a good-looking lady. She had invested most of her divorce money into starting a small home e-business. Selling fashion, ladies' clothes, and lingerie. She had started from the kitchen table with a laptop and not much else apart from willing to work her twins had been an integral part of the e-business right from day one. They understood computer technology and had been invaluable at creating a website, arranging the invoicing, and when needed even packing and posting parcels and packets out to customers. The twins were two...

"Why do you need to see him, after all these years?" Linsey asked. "I wanted you all to myself, you know its Friday and our normal dressing up night." "I have not seen Peter for over 20 years." I replied. "He found my details online and wants to meet up, he was a great friend in school." "OK." Linsey replied. "Remember, if you are late or drunk, don't complain if you don't get to fuck me!" I left the house and went to the pub. Linsey was the best wife in the world, kept a good home and we loved each other so much. Part of the love was due to the great sex we had. We never cheated but did play games and if one of us was ok with a proposal, as long as the other was ok too it happened. Peter and I met and chatted over some beers like old times. I found out he left his wife because she became boring in bed and they grew apart. He asked about myself and Linsey, who he had always had a soft spot for. He reminded me of ma...

Imagine if you will, that place between sleeping & awake; where you can feel the weight of your covers, the soft scratch or cool silk of them pressed against your skin, you can hear the waking world around the edges of your awareness but you have not yet opened your eyes. You are hesitant to let go of a dream that had felt so real, one that is still playing out in your mind and through your body. Before it begins to fade more, you try to hold tightly by preserving every palpable perception; the sensation of your lover's touch on your skin, the coarseness of their fingertips as they gently caress your cheek, their scent lingers as you breathe in, their whispered words tickle your ear and neck. The rush of excitement resonates deep inside you, reverberates between your legs and the air all but buzzes with the electricity as you anticipate the inevitable quakes of physical release. The above is an abbreviated example of guided imagery, or "hyperimperia"; a term coined...

Christian Portman's POVLaw Office, Suburban Denver Julie buzzed me on the intercom. "Sir, there's a call on Line 2 from a Mr. Vic Knightly. He says it is urgent." I didn't recognize the name, but it could be a new client. "I've got it." I punched the button for Line 2. "Christian Portman, Attorney at Law," I answered. "Mr. Portman, my name is Vic Knightly. I'm the Beta of the Arrowhead Pack in Minnesota, calling at the direction of Alpha Rori King." My stomach dropped; I knew they were werewolves, and I knew who they were the enemies of the Club. I tried to remain calm. "What can I do for you, Mr. Knightly?" "Maria is in danger. The FBI's task force figured out your car registration scheme, and they know Maria is alive and the car she is driving. A team from Los Angeles is on the way, but they may not be the only ones after her." "I see." No one but me knew where she was hiding out. "I d...