Lieutenant Madeleine Johnson was exhausted, and properly so.   She had earned the right to be fatigued. Sixteen hours she had been here with her team today, most of those hours spent outside on the nondescript lawn in front of the Public Safety Training Facility's low-slung classroom building. Outside, in the piercing penetrating damp cold of the Seattle winter, the sort of cold that seeps into a person’s bones and remove...

Decorated with a fire-scarred five storey concrete building, surrounded with pitted pavement  dotted with all manner of wrecked vehicles--or the husks of those vehicles. Two buses, one articulated, hung forelorn and broken on a hillside, windows long since smashed, tree branches surrounding draped with fire line tape.  No one would ever accuse the City Public Safety Training Facility of being a beautiful thing. Still, Mad...

Serena strode into the house, slamming the door shut behind her. Fuck, her breasts...they hurt, breastmilk leaking through all the carefully designed absorbent padding stuffed inside her bra. Motherhood, she thought. I was a fucking Jersey cow in a past life and this is my reward. The bra came off, flying through the air, milk trickling already down her chest and pooling in her belly button in anticipation of nursing Neve...

Finally.  The ping of an arriving elevator. Crowded, but not as crowded as the last elevator, the one she’d passed on.  It was just past five o’clock in the evening, and the rush to leave was on.  Twenty-three hundred people, give or take, trying to exit a twenty-two storey, secured building, all via eight elevators, all at once.   Fuck it. She’d already passed on the one elevator.  She stepped through the doors into the...

Mike,  Enough endless talking.  You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit.   Please see attached; everything has been arranged.  Yours, Jen. No further explanation. A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment.  It read as follow...

The crack of the disinfectant sponge applicator being opened, the anticipation of the cool burning fire fluid being applied to her spread outer lips, was like a dinner bell.  Her dark pink sex, on full display due to her hips being lifted by two thick down and foam fill pillows and a pile of innocent--for now--white hotel linens, started to leak with the drooling desire of what was to come at that particular sound.Or rath...

“I have something for you.”  She looked up at him carefully, green eyes widening, pale hands unconsciously reaching back to tuck her long, dark brown hair up so that it fell at the nape of her neck.  Surprises were something that she was accustomed to giving; surprises were not something that she was accustomed to receiving.“Really?”  Her voice was soft, suffused with a hint of curiosity.   She reached over and set her gl...

“Settle down, love, we’re going to be fine.” Her pink glossed lips grazed his ears as she spoke these words, brushing the soft skin enough to comfort but not to further arouse. Her right hand was placed carefully, lightly but knowing, on his trembling body, that beautiful muscular body already tensed and ready for what he knew was to come. Telling rivulets of fragrant sweat ran unchecked from his brow and skin, soaking in...

This was not what she intended at all when she walked into the Yale Street pub. She’d meant to have a soothing after work shot or two of Drambuie, call it good, and head home. Not this. Certainly not this. Yet here she was, bent over for all to see, in the half-lit darkness of the alley behind the bar--she wasn’t even sure it was the same one that she’d walked into. Forehead and hands were placed against the crumbling bri...

How did she come to be as she was currently? It had been an eminently ordinary first date, arranged by mutual friends, marked with the usual pleasantries and peppered with the occasional curious question about each other’s work and life in general. They’d shared a single bottle of 1997 Chateau Ste. Michelle gewurtztraminer, not enough to make her drunk, nor even slightly tipsy. Really, she couldn’t think right now of how...

It was hot, unusually so for the temperate marine climate of Seattle, and so she was as naked as could be without being fully so--stripped down to her pink and black lace bra and matching tanga cut pink and black lace panties. Still, at ten o’clock at night, with the house a balmy 75 F, that wasn’t enough. She needed to go outside, needed to feel the cooling night air against her skin, needed to feel the breeze coming off...

She stripped out of her scrubs in the hospital locker room, tossed them into the soiled laundry bin, and stepped into one of the twenty identical shower stalls, pulling the plastic curtain shut behind her. The hot, just shy of scalding water hit her surprised skin and began washing away the disinfectant smell of work, to replace it with the rose scent of her perfumed body wash. She loved this wash, the way it lathered up...

I know now, what I did not know then. I know now that your scars run too deep to be kissed away, that my love and devotion would be nothing in the face of your pain. I know now that no amount of my attention, my need, my willingness to give up my everything to you, would do anything to keep you with me, to keep you as my partner and my lover. Perhaps it is better that I did not know these things. We flirted, exchanged num...

Soulless, silent, I am the woman of your dreams, even as I haunt your nightmares. I am everything and nothing at once, taking on the form necessary to take from you your very essence, to spill your mortal seed, my demon mouth and condemned cunt warm, wet and welcoming in perpetuity. Endless, insufferable want drives me on, drives me from bed to bed, man to man. I am damned to be indiscriminate, forced to take you as you a...

She was sitting in one of the two deep, mahogany coloured leather chairs positioned by the fire in the Hunt Club, a long white cigarette dangling carelessly from her slim, manicured fingers, when I first saw her. When I first fell in lust with her, rather. Her red slingback stiletto heels dangled from her stockinged feet, and her red silk sheath dress had slipped up just enough to reveal a hint of the lace tops of those s...