Aztec Treasure Ch. 11-20

Beatrice felt stares sticking to her bare skin as she entered the classroom. Not that it was a surprise: her dress had earned plenty of unwanted attention throughout the day. She supposed that was her "Master's" intent. He'd vetoed all the other outfits she'd texted him that morning, whittling her options down to a strapless, lavender dress and the black heels she was currently tottering towards her desk on. Despite her best efforts, she stumbled a little as she reached her chair, a flush of embarrassment burning across her features. How far would it travel, she wondered? Would it stop at her cheeks, or trickle down to the exposed flesh below? Would it stain her naked shoulders and tightly packed bust, marking her body with bright red shame? Beatrice sat and crossed her thighs, willing her racing heart to slow. She cast a glance in Levi's direction, and found her eyes meeting his. He turned back to his notebook, a devilish smirk tweaking his lips. The smug b...

73: Monday, Kumbha 9, 231 0800 hours OST: Tell-All Anming watched her dear husband Zachary sleep. He was a certain way while she watched him dream deep in the night. He had that stern doctor's face. His fingers moved. His body jerked as if he was rushing places to save lives. But in the mornings, his dreams were very different. He had on his pleasure face. His body would rock gently with the rhythms of lovemaking. He was doing this now as she watched him. She wondered which of his many wives her virile husband was enjoying in his dream state. She peeked under the covers. She was not surprised to find that his penis was wonderfully turgid. It was quivering against the bed sheets as his hips gently jerked. This was easy to see, for he shamelessly slept naked. He required her to do the same. With this excitement in his dreams, she knew he would require her as soon as he awakened. Zach opened his eyes. Anming was in bed right next to him, quietly watching him. She looked elated. He k...

1 Todd opened the door to his condo, beams of light from the late setting sun still breaking through the slatted blinds fitted within the openings of the living room windows, their shape softened by pale green drapes. He loved coming home to his place, even if it did echo and remind him that he lived a solitary life. The complex was set in landscaped grounds, the condo one of eight in an award-winning complex with its geometric roofs and gaudily painted walls, clipped hedges and stunted trees softening the view of the building as visitors and residents, alike, drove up the twisting roadway. The wonderful views over the neighbourhood in Austin, and out into the distance, had been one of the reasons he had chosen to buy the place. He lived alone now and had done so since Lori had left him over two years ago, his obsessive working routine getting too much for her to continue putting up with. She'd gone and married a friend of his and moved to Dallas, so there were no chances of havi...

It had started as a joke. They were out having a drink when she said something about not making it to the grocery store that day. "How am I supposed to shower in the morning? You know I needed body wash and shampoo." were the first words out of his mouth. She shrugged and gave him that smile that always made him forget whatever they were talking about. Sometimes when she shrugged a lock of her ginger hair would fall forward and dangle on the side of her face. Combine that with her coy smile when she was trying to get out of something and he was almost knocked to his knees. She knew the effect it had on him. They both knew she had just done it. He decided very quickly to tease her a little bit. "Seems to me you are starting to forget your wifely duties. I should take you over my knee for that." "Forget my wifely... Over your knee! You wouldn't dare." She was so flustered she actually reached up and tucked her hair back into place. He showed her the pa...

1 Ineke always loved it here; to stay in the green painted, clap-boarded house with its mellow, orange-red, pantile roof and white framed, and shuttered, casement windows. It was the place where her aunt and uncle, Anna and Frank Meijers had made their home. The Zaan River was not so far away, and the countryside all around them with its tree-lined streams and waterways, large and small, so evocative of the Dutch pastoral scenes that you so often saw in renowned paintings of old. The crush of humanity, the road noise and bustle of city life that prevailed elsewhere in her small country - they could all be forsaken. Here, she could live it all out and for real. She could enjoy the company of her cousins and to indulge in her own artist's ways. Frank had even told her that she possessed a skill that needed to be mentored, and not have her undoubted talents reduced to formulaic ways. He had implored her not to have them reduced to a shadow of their true potential. He had gone so far...

PREFACE: I couldn't decide which genre to put this story in, and some people might not see this as a Romantic story. It is a sign of our times that everything is well categorised and tagged in an easily searchable way. But what to do with the stories which don't fall neatly into any of these categories? Assigning clearly defined labels makes it easier to seek out the things we like. But it also stops us venturing outside of our comfort zone, and a good story should make you uncomfortable at times. Romance for me is about finding love in unexpected places, it is about forming deep and loving bonds which stand the tests of time. And so that is why this story finds itself in the Romance section. *** James Lock stood at the front door of the run down old house and let out a big sigh. Every day was a lottery in his job; one day he was working in some luxury mansion being entertained by a bored housewife; and the next he was having to come to some shitty old house, in a shitty n...