But he soon discovers that greedy men have dammed Lily's river, using her strength in pursuit of their own selfish needs. He’s galvanized to desperate action…but will he be able to save her, or is it too late?
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Charlie followed her as she turned, and the breeze brought the scent of her hair to his nose. He shifted uncomfortably. Over the past year he had been growing more and more aware of Lily's physical presence during their time together. In fact, it was now a rare day when he did not have to duck into the barn after spending time with her and bring himself to shuddering release.
Today Lily was wearing a dress which seemed to incorporate all the flowers of spring. Thousands of delicate petals were somehow woven together into a multi-hued pastel garment which clung to her body like a second skin. From his vantage point beside her, he could peek down the open neckline and see the swells of her growing breasts.
She turned back towards him, her eyes wicked, and he flushed crimson.
“What were you looking at, naughty little boy?”
“I'm not little anymore,” he said, stung by her tone. “I'm taller than you are now.” Indeed, that had been a day to savor last autumn, when he finally passed her in height.
Lily flipped a hand dismissively. “All little boys are the same. They all want what they can't have.”
Hardly daring to breathe, Charlie reached out his hand and took hers, their fingers entwining. “I'm not like other boys,” he said.
She turned her head and looked deep into his eyes. He sank into them, feeling as if he were drowning. She cupped his cheeks in her tan hands, the cool skin a balm on his hot face.
“No, you're not. But neither am I like other girls, Charlie,” she said sadly. “Don't expect me to give you what they can.” Soft as a whisper, her lips brushed his cheek, making him burn.
Suddenly, she bounced to her feet, then dove into the pool, giving him a heart-stopping glimpse of her long legs before she sliced into the water. She bobbed to the surface, her eyes laughing. “Come in for a swim!”
He peeled off his shirt and set it aside on the warm grass. He then climbed up the path to the waterfall. He backed away a few steps, then charged forward, his bare feet slapping against sun-warmed stone. For an instant he flew through the air, then hit the water with a tremendous splash, throwing spray in all directions.
He came to the surface with a grin, watching as Lily wiped water from her streaming face. Treading water, he took in her delicate, finely-carved features, blossoming like a flower in the sun.
When she is grown, she will be beautiful, he thought with sudden prescience. I should tell her. Tell her how I feel.
He took a deep breath and was at her side in a few strokes. As promised, Lily had been a good teacher, and he was a strong swimmer, even if he had never been in a body of water bigger than her pool.
He stopped only a few inches away from her. Reaching through the water, he set his hands on her hips, feeling her muscles flex as their legs slowly kicked in the clear water, occasionally brushing each other. He looked into her eyes, trying to come up with the right words.
“Lily. Lilaea.” He took a deep breath. “I-”
“There you are,” came a voice from behind him. He spun in the water, seeing Maggie standing on the riverbank. She made a disgusted face. “Get out of the creek and into your shirt and shoes, Charlie. Mama's been calling you for supper for the past twenty minutes.”
Swearing under his breath, Charlie turned back to Lily, but she was gone.
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Twenty minute's work with a real shovel put the sidewalk in order, though Nate suspected the whipping wind would drift it all over again with blowing snow before sunrise. Frowning, he took a look at the driveway. Full dark had fallen and cold hard stars glittered in the ink-black sky. He shivered and pulled his cap down tighter around his ears. In weather like this it was easy to believe some of the more lurid tales from American history, where unprepared settlers had to resort to cannibalism to survive.
He re-entered the house, stamping the snow off his boots. “Miss McCormick?” he called. “Heather? I'm back.”
“In here,” her voice called. He followed it down the hallway to a door, cracked open. He tapped on it. “Come in, Nate.”
He opened the door, and stopped, staring.
She was dressed in a robe out of one of her films. No, he quickly corrected himself. She never wore anything that good in any of her films. Not the ones I saw, at least. Rather, it was a gown out of one of his fantasies. Sheer and white, it glittered in the dim light of the bedside lamp, tiny sequins throwing sparks back into his awestruck gaze. It was long, reaching down to her ankles, but the transparent, gauze-like material both hid and revealed her incredible body. He could see her shadowy curves, moving under the cloth like sunken treasure in a deep ocean.
He took a deep breath. He would not, would not, embarrass himself. “Feeling better?”
“Much better,” she smiled. She took a few steps towards him. “Thank you for watching out for me. It was stupid to go out to shovel the walk in weather like this. If I had been thinking straight, I wouldn't have tried it. And I definitely would have stopped once I realized I didn't have the right clothes or shovel to do the job. But I get so damn stubborn sometimes and can't admit I'm making a mistake.”
He felt one side of his mouth curl up in a lopsided smile. “I'm familiar with the idea. I think half the population of South Dakota is descended from people who were too dang mule-headed to realize that living here was a bad choice.”
“Hmmm,” she smiled. She took another slow step towards him. The movement left her only a foot or so away. He wanted to retreat, but his feet seemed frozen in place.
She lifted her hand and let it trace, lingeringly, over the thick sweater he was wearing. “Which leaves us with the question of how to suitably reward you, my hero.”
He swallowed. “Heather. Please. Stop it. I'm not an idiot. I know this isn't one of your films, where the randy housewife gets turned on as soon as the pizza man knocks on the door. Don't tease me this way.”
“No, it's not one of my films.” She looped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. “It's better. Should I tell you the story? A lonely woman moves to a town where she doesn't know anyone. She meets a handsome young man who helps her when he could have let her suffer the consequences of her own foolishness. When she is taking a shower, her body recovering from the ordeal, she realizes she is more aroused than she has been in years. Maybe the fact that she could have died has made her realize just how short life is, and how you should reach for happiness when you have the chance. Or maybe she's just a naturally horny woman whose desires have been unnaturally stunted over the past several years.
“Whatever the case may be, she wants you, Nate.
“Do you want me?”
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Charlie Griffin had sworn to save himself for marriage. When he met hot, sexy Elena Rodriguez, he thought his prayers had been answered. But then Elena is cruelly taken away from him on their wedding night. Succumbing to despair, Charlie sinks into depression. But he hasn't counted on the willpower of one young woman. Jasmine, Elena's daughter, won't let him throw his life away. She will do anything to claim the love of "My Virgin Daddy."
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Charlie was shivering with pleasure and fear. This was not what he had imagined his first time would be like. Rather than the culmination of weeks of planning after a wedding, he was being seduced by his dead wife's daughter. His eyes feasted on her incredible body, seeing for the first time what he had known unwillingly. Long, slim legs melded into a pair of subtly curved hips, the white lace of her high-cut panties emphasizing her slender waist. Above, her stomach was flat, the dimple of her navel winking at him saucily. The delicate fan of her ribs morphed irresistibly into the lovely curves of her breasts, standing out high and proud from the wall of her chest, obviously not needing the negligible support of her filmy bra.
“Thirty-six C,” she said, catching his look. “A little smaller than Mama's, but then,” she shrugged, “I haven't had any babies yet. They'll probably get a bit bigger when I do.”
“It's all right, Charlie,” she said. “Men like to know.” She stepped closer, until he could feel the heat of her body. “Would you like to go to my room?” she asked quietly.
She shook her head. “Too many memories. I know Mama never slept with you there, but...it would still feel like I was trying to take her place.
“I'm not, you know.” Her face, looking up into his, was solemn. “I know I'm not her. I'm me. But I'm a me who loves you, Charlie. And I don't want you to hurt anymore.” She shook her head. “I'm sorry. I'm screwing this up. I just...”
Greatly daring, Charlie laid his fingers across her full, kissable lips. His heart was hammering in his chest. Slowly, carefully, he enfolded his stepdaughter in his arms, until their bodies were pressed together. He could feel her soft curves against his bare chest. His arousal was an iron bar inside his slacks, pressing against her bare belly. Jasmine didn't flinch away. Instead, she made a low, growling noise deep in her throat, and her hands reached around him to grab his ass, pulling them even closer together.
Her eyes, when they met his, were shining. “Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
But now a new age is dawning. Rome, with its mighty military and its new gods, thinks little of the tribes of Britain. If Finian and Eilonwy are to weather the storm, they will have to learn to work together, despite their differences. And what role will Aurelia, half-blood daughter of the governor of Corinium, play in our tale? She has seen the future through the gift of her mother's people, but will she have the strength to embrace her fate?
Old foes become new allies, and desire erupts in the most unlikely of places. Because, despite all they can do, Eilonwy, Finian, and Aurelia are all caught in the web of…The Dryad's Passion.
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“What,” she asked, “was that?”
Finian grinned up at her like a fool, his face full of a joy that echoed her own. “Humans call it an orgasm.”
“And human women…have these…orgasms…often?”
He shrugged, seemingly embarrassed, and sat back on his heels, the movement bringing more of his magnificent body into view. She eyed it with unabashed hunger. “I think they can. I don't know if they do. The woman who…who was my first lover…taught me how to please her. I am very happy that what works for women works for dryads as well, Eilonwy.”
She was suddenly consumed by a blazing fire of jealous fury. Another woman had dared to lie with her beloved? Had she taken his seed within her? Born his child?
She forced the anger away, another thought striking her. “Can…can men have this orgasm, as well?”
A lopsided smile pulled his mouth into an attractive curve. “Oh, yes. We can.”
“And how is it done?”
He made a cautious gesture towards his shaft, which was still rising proudly from its nest of pubic hair at his groin. “With your hands. Or your mouth.” She felt her eyes widen in surprise. That in her mouth? She fought back a giggle. Of course, a few moments ago, you would never have thought Finian would put his mouth where he did. And look how pleasantly that turned out.
“Or, if you allow it,” he continued, his face as red as his hair, “I could…we could…” he stuttered to a halt.
Suddenly realizing what he was trying to say, Eilonwy lay back in the grass, letting her legs sag apart lewdly. Her eyes were drawn to his groin like a flower following the sun across the sky. His male hardness bounced in time with his heartbeat. “Inside me?” she whispered. Despite everything, she felt a tiny stab of worry. How would he…gods, how would he fit?
“Yes.” Although quiet, his voice throbbed with need.
“Then come, my love,” she said, letting go of her fear and allowing her own desire fill her voice. She held out her hands to him. “Come to me.”
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“Our Neighbor’s A Porn Star” by Alana Church – Heather Fawxx moved to a small town in the hopes that her adult-film past wouldn't follow her. But her hopes were dashed when she was immediately recognized by her new neighbors. Now, the sparks of desire are igniting between her and sexy bi-curious Barbara. One thing is sure: Life is interesting when your neighbor's a porn star!“Burning Love From A Queen Of Snow” by Ashley Berry – Elena could think of nothing worse than marrying a prince from the frozen north. But that was before she met the prince’s mother, Queen Janice Hendry, who burns passion that no northern blizzard can quell. For Elena to join the royal family, she must pass three of the Queen’s intimate, sensual tests. Elena loves playing with girls, but will she have what it takes to satisfy a Queen of snow?
“Mrs. Wilson’s Cure for Headstrong Ladies & Hysterical Wives” by Veronica Sloan – All Hubert wanted was an obedient wife that could zip her lip and be a pretty little homemaker. His Minnie sure is pretty, but she's as obedient as a feral cat! She's always mouthing off, breaking vases, and screaming about "her place" in a man's world. When she crashes his Rolls Royce Phantom II, that's the very last straw! Declaring his wife hysterical, Hubert takes her to the one woman that can cure any headstrong dame. Little does he know, Mrs. Wilson has zero interest in "fixing" Minnie and every intention of awakening her lesbian lust!
“A Woman’s Touch” by Laura Lovecraft – Linda never had any interest in women until she walked in on two of them having sex in a bathroom. Now women are all she thinks about, but Linda is nervous and only fantasizes about it. Linda's favorite fantasy is of her sexy masseuse Paula. Her massages are the highlight of her week and this one is going to be even more special because Paula knows just what Linda needs: a woman's touch!
Excerpt from “Driven MILF-Crazy”
“So,” Estella began. “Do you want to step out of the car and take care of it?”
I was suddenly overcome with boldness. I mean, hey, she could see my arousal; if I was going to be upfront about what I wanted, there was no better time to do it.
I watched her eyes widen as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my best bud.
She raised a hand to her mouth, covering a smile. I didn’t care if it was from embarrassment; that moment sitting there, exposing myself to this gorgeous woman, was the most unreal, erotic moment of my life. The blood pounded in my ears, and I swear I could hear my heart beating in my chest. It’s a good thing I had nothing to say, because my mouth was so dry I could not utter a single word.
When Estella finally removed her hand from her face, she was still smiling and her tanned face had gone a shade of red.
“Wow. Eduardo I wasn’t expecting…that.”
I swallowed, trying to bring enough moisture to my mouth to say those two crucial words. “Wanna help?”
It was all riding on that. There was nothing else I could say; I’d crossed that line and there was no going back.
Excerpt from “The Snow Maid”
She stepped into his arms. She was trembling. With fear or desire, he couldn't tell. He put his arms around her for comfort and held her, astonished as always to find how small she was. Her breasts were firm against his chest. She spoke softly, cool breath raising goosebumps on his chest.
“I forgot what it was like. My creators, bless and damn them, couldn't imagine a young woman who wasn't also governed by lust. So the Snow Maid is like a mare who is perpetually in heat. The maid who is also a wanton. Do you understand?” she asked, pulling away to look up at his face. For the first time in his memory, her pale face was flushed.
“I have no choice in the matter. Damn them all, I don't really want a choice. Not when she is upon me and you are here. The Snow Maid wants a man. I want a man. I need a man. I want you. I need you, Bill Carter. Thank the High One he brought you to me.” She raised herself on her toes, cold lips brushing his.
“Make love to me, please?”
Without words, Bill took her hands in his and brought them to his lips. Hand in hand, they walked out of the kitchen, and Polina led him to the one place in the house he had never gone.
Excerpt from “After School Special”
“Why should a young man feel sorry for looking at an attractive woman?”
“I shouldn’t?” I put my hands out.
“Nope,” she answered. “I’m flattered that you look.” She gave me a nasty little smirk. “I know you do, I know all the boys do, and I love it.”
“I do. I mean, after all…” Grabbing the top of her shirt, she pulled it down to expose more of her cleavage. “Isn’t that what I am: an effing tease?”
“I was just, um…” I stopped when she placed her finger to my lips.
“See, that’s the problem. Looking is fine, fantasizing is fine, but saying crude nasty things about me is where you were wrong today.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Ross,” I said more firmly this time. “I know I was wrong, but could you maybe not tell…”
“You are wrong.” She nodded. “How do you know I’m a tease? That’s an assumption made by men who know they’ll never get a woman, so they say they’re teases. It’s a petty, misleading statement. Never mind harsh and hurtful.
“You know how much trouble you can get into for this, don’t you, Todd?”
“Well I suggest you start doing some serious ass kissing if you don’t want me to say anything.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, confused, but relieved that I might have a shot at getting out of this.
“I just told you,” Miss Ross said. “Start kissing my ass.”
Tom Beecham doesn't mind that his girlfriend Sandy is from the wrong side of town. But on his birthday, Sandy gives him a gift certificate of a free massage from Valerie, a professional masseuse. What he doesn't know is that the two women have a plan. And that plan is to share everything. Including him!
When Cathy first met him, Jack was a young up and coming man who was dating her best friend, Kristin. As his fame and fortune grew, his relationship with Kristin started to come to an end, while feelings started to develop between Jack and Cathy. Unfortunately, he has rules for dating women who are best friends with women he used to date.
The Librarian’s Horny Assistant
Toby isn’t your average teenager bookworm. He’s seriously well-hung, and he has a taste for sexy older women. He’s also a very fast learner, as his boss Cassia learns when she catches him looking at dirty pictures one night in the breakroom. She can’t resist seducing him and teaching him everything she knows…and now that he has a taste for sizzling-hot sex, his erotic adventures are just beginning!
Submitting To My Son-In-Law
Annie prides herself on being a good mother and an even better wife, but she'll have to betray her morals if she wants to save Carly's marriage. Michael wants to divorce Carly for cheating on him…unless Annie submits to his passionate lust!
Her Best Offer
Nineteen-year-old Kenny is upset. His parents are going away for the weekend, and he planned on two days of doing whatever he wants. Then his father ran an ad to sell their old furniture this weekend, and put Kenny in charge of it…so now he has to hang around the house waiting on phone calls and showing furniture.
But it turns out better than he thought when Jasmine, a smoking-hot redheaded MILF, shows up and is interested in their dining room table. She only wants to pay half of what Kenny's dad wants for it, and he tells her no. That's when things heat up—because Jasmine really wants that table, and she makes Kenny an offer he can't refuse!
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The angel sighed, shaking her head. “I cannot understand.” She raised her eyes to meet Althea's. “I do not fault you. A child is not responsible for her birth. But what your father did, taking a human wife and siring children on her. I cannot comprehend defying God's will in such a fashion.”
“Can you not?” Althea cocked her head curiously. “It's not that strange, you know. Lilith, my mother, had been cast out of the Garden for having the audacity to not submit to Adam's rule. And my father had been thrown out of heaven for daring to question God's will.
“Was it any surprise that when they met, they each found a kindred spirit in the other? And I am sure it made their love all the sweeter.”
“The danger.” She set Lillian down in the stroller. The sleeping infant gave an inelegant burp, and nestled down in her bed of blankets. Under the pretense of feeding John, she slipped the other strap of her dress off her shoulder, not bothering to raise the first. Now naked to the waist, she took her son from Doriel's arms. She sighed contentedly as her son's mouth closed around her nipple and her milk began to flow.
“Someone is going to see you,” Doriel observed. Her voice was low, but her eyes were wide at her shameless display.
“No one will notice who I don't want to notice. I am a succubus. I have more than enough power to hide us from prying eyes.” Little John was not very hungry. After only a minute or two of nursing, he turned his head away from her breast. She extended her thought into his mind, already going drowsy. He was well-content, warm and loved and with a full belly. She set him down beside his sister, hiding a smile. The two were always happier when they were close; a situation Althea was sure would continue into their adulthoods.
“You cannot know what it is like, Doriel. When you are doing something you know is forbidden. The rush of excitement throughout your body.” She set a hand on the angel's thigh, feeling the slow burn of heat begin in her middle. Did she dare? Could she dare? She leaned close, catching her eyes with her own. She did not try to use her powers. Only the most basic one of all. Her own beauty.
“It rushes through you, making an activity which is pleasant into an ecstatic one. When I am bedding Yasna, or Alex, or Maria, or best of all, some combination of them, along with my other wives and husbands, I know there are thousands, millions of humans who would disapprove. Who would condemn our love as unnatural or evil.”
The hem of the dress had ridden high as she spoke, gathered in her grasping fingers. She pushed it even higher, exposing the lovely lines of Doriel's thighs. Her skin was softer and smoother than silk. “Father told me what sex was like, among the angels,” she whispered. “Almost an art of its own. But is there passion? Is there true desire? Is there the sense of spitting in the face of death itself, knowing our days are numbered, and each crumb of happiness we seize is a candle lit in defiance of the darkness?”
Doriel shook her head. Althea could feel her trembling. “No. There is not.”
God, she was soaking. She was as wet as she had ever been for Rachel, or Maria, or Yasna. Or her wonderful husbands, for so she considered them in her own mind. She knelt in front of the angel, parting her thighs. “Let me show you,” she said, pulling down a fragrant wisp of underwear.
“Let me show you.”
Rachel Wainwright was a successful attorney, but one with a troubled home life. Separated from her husband, fighting with her children, her life was cold and sterile. When her long-forgotten sexuality returns to her, how will it affect her, and those around her?
Althea now shares Rachel's body and her mind. To return to her own form, she must take power from Rachel's pleasure. And to do that, she must find work for her Idle Hands.
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~You want him.~ a quiet voice whispered. ~Why not give him a suitable parting gift?~
Deliberately, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, drawing his gaze to her. Catching Jeremy's eyes with her own, she slowly unfastened the top button on her blouse. She fingered the fabric, her fingers running up and down the exposed skin. They stopped when they encountered the next button, and she held her hand there, fingering the small disc of plastic. She wet her lips with her tongue.
“You know,” she said conversationally, “that I'm divorced.”
Jeremy nodded. She stood and walked around the desk. Her hips swayed lazily, falling into an ancient rhythm of seduction. Jeremy started to rise, but she laid a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back into his chair.
“And I'm so horny these days,” she sighed as she circled behind him, one hand trailing along the muscles of his back. Nice and strong, good. “I had to get myself off in the bathtub last night with my hands.” Part of her mind was aghast, unable to believe what she was saying. Another part reveled in it, giving in to passion. She raised her eyebrows. “It's customary,” she said, “to give a parting intern a gift. A sign of appreciation for all the hard work he or she has done.
“I had Madeline buy you a good bottle of scotch. After all, what does one get a colleague as a gift when they don't really know the person who they're buying the gift for? Quality alcohol is a nice, safe purchase.
“But I don't feel like being safe right now.” She stopped in front of him and perched on the edge of her desk. She crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to hike up. She smiled as she saw his eyes focus on the white skin of her thighs. She undid another button, allowing her blouse to fall further open, showing a slice of her lace-covered breasts. She glanced at his lap, smiling as she saw the tented cloth of his slacks, proof of his aroused state.
“Would you mind if I gave you a different sort of farewell gift, Jeremy?”
Her intern looked around the room, as if he was trying to find a hidden film crew. He wet his lips and swallowed nervously. “This is a joke, right? Or is it some sort of test? Or a trap? I tell you that I want to make love to you, and you pull the recommendation? Or is it that asshole Chad? I told him once I thought you were attractive, and he's been making remarks for weeks about how I have a thing for you. Did he tell you?”
She smiled and nodded. “It's a test, yes.” She undid another button. The blouse now gaped wide. She swallowed through a throat gone dry with lust. “The test is whether you last long enough to make love to me.”