Gordy
By Suzzana C Ryan
First I need to tell you the first time I met Gordy I was mesmerized, he was beautiful. But there was something about his eyes that bothered me. They were inhuman. Too feline. He saw how I looked at him, my skepticism. He was with Margaret Harris escorting her to an event.
Now all these women wanted more from Gordy. Yet he’d convinced them they didn’t need it. Sly cat, don’t you think? So I did a little research and found out Gordy had left home at an early age and had just returned. He lived on the outskirts of town in a small cottage.
So I figured what do I have to lose I think Gordy’s hiding something. So I grabbed my car keys and drove out to his small cottage. But what I found confirmed by suspicions, there were nothing but five cats roaming the grounds. One looked up at me, with Gordy’s feline eyes. He shifted, became the beautiful young man I’d met days before.
Gordy was a Unipod and a shifter, a rare species. A one sex little number, here to make you happy and nothing more. Gordy had a gender problem, he was both. As a feline he was male, a Tom if I’d ever seen one. But once he shifted to human, he became confused because he liked to make everyone happy. Such are the woes of a Unipod.
Stop that Gordy, go lick something else. Yes my cat’s named is Gordy. Giggles.
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By Donna Steele
She shook her head. Bad idea. Pain flared, blinding her. What the hell?
"Open your eyes, Sugar."
It took a second, but she obeyed. She recognized him. He was the asshole from the diner. Had he followed . . . yes! He'd been playing with her in the car. Passing her, then slowing to a crawl so that she would pass him. Making obscene gestures when he could catch her eye. When she'd gotten completely fed up, she'd passed him and refused to glance in his direction. Obviously that hadn't worked. Shit, he'd rammed her car from behind.
"Get up."
"I may have a concussion."
"Sucks to be you, babes."
Where were they and was there any hope of help arriving? She remembered the gentle giant from the diner. Yeah, like he would help out here.
"We need to get out of here before some fuckin' do-gooder shows up."
"My car?"
"Not as pretty as it was."
She glanced over. He was right. She must have climbed out under her own steam. This asshole wouldn't have helped her, and then passed out at least for a moment.
They both heard the car, no those were bikes approaching. She stiffened as he relaxed. There were four bikes and they pulled up surrounding them.
"Caught a nice one there, Bo."
"Not sure about that yet. She's one of them liberal chicks from up north. Got that accent."
A fifth bike joined them and her eyes widened as the gentle giant stepped off.
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A Six Pack of Mass Destruction by Barbara Watkins
The minute he walked into the inn, Lisa knew she had to have him. He was the most gorgeous specimen of a man that she had ever seen. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his muscled physique. She closed her eyes for a moment and began to imagine herself running her fingers through his silky dark locks of hair, while gazing deeply into his emerald green eyes – all the while stroking his chiseled chest. She didn’t waste a moment of precious time as she quickly maneuvered a plan to catch his attention. Rising from her chair she stood up on her six-inch stiletto heels, gracefully walked up to the bar and ordered a drink.
“Could I have another whiskey sour please?”
“I’ll have the same, and if the lady doesn’t mind, just put it all on my tab.”
Lisa flirted with her eyes, brushed her long blonde hair to the side and nodded her head.
“My name is Lisa, and you are?” She said in a wispy voice.
“Jimmy, but my friends all call me James.”
After several drinks and small talk, they entered Lisa’s apartment. Clothing began to hit the floor as they ripped and tore at each other like animals in the wild. Lisa’s passion suddenly turned into frenzy as the stranger tightened his hands around her neck. We can only imagine the last sight she saw, before taking her last breath, were his dog tags dangling against her naked chest.
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The Dream by Gregory Hart
She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side on the ground next to them. Josh began kissing her again, only to have her pull away seconds later. He knew what she wanted and had in mind. He wanted it as much as she did but he felt it wasn’t the time, or place.
She traced her finger nail over the skin of his bare chest, leaving a trail of white behind. Slowly, she moved her finger down his chest, down his abdomen and stopped just above the hem of his jeans. Josh’s breathing increased as he watched her as she knelt down in front of him.
“What are you doing?” His words came out ragged.
She smiled devilishly as she unbuttoned the first button, then another and another, until all the buttons were undone. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“I… uhhh…” Stammered Josh, “Don’t you think… shouldn’t we uhhh… you know… go someplace more private?”
She looked up at him and chuckled. “You said you wanted to do something exciting for your birthday. So why not do this in public?”
She reached into his jeans… Josh groaned as he woke up. He hated waking up in the middle of dreams. Especially dreams like that. He looked at the clock on the nightstand, four in the morning. Even worse, now he would never be able to go back to bed.
He vowed never to read another Playboy magazine before going to bed.
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Graduation Day by Melissa Keir
The classroom door slammed shut. I jumped up and looked up from my desk to see Jason standing in the doorway.
“Hi. What are you doing here? I thought you’d be at the graduation party. It’s not everyday you get to graduate from high school.”
Jason turned and locked the door. A smile lit up his face. His dark blue eyes focused on mine. “I’ve been thinking about you. All year, each time you spoke about chemical reactions, I had my own reaction. When you bent over to get the book off the floor, I glanced at your breasts swelling over top of your black lace bra. I’ve dreamed of you.”
My mind froze. My voice breathless. “Jason, I’m your teacher.”
He smiled. “Not anymore. Graduation, remember?”
He stalked toward me, slow and steady. I couldn’t move, frozen like a gazelle in the sights of a hungry lion. Closer, closer. He reached out and grabbed my hair pulling it loose from the bun. He buried his nose in my tresses. His groan echoed in the silent classroom.I put my hands on his chest and felt the taught muscles underneath his dress shirt. Jason’s arms went around me. He pulled me close and kissed me deeply. My abdomen clentched with need while my head shouted no. My will zapped, I gave in and returned his kiss with abandon.
buzz…buzz…buzz…
I looked around groggily. Where am I? I sat up and noticed the flashing light on my alarm clock. Only a dream.
Mayan Magic by Randi Alexander
The gorgeous hunk of man pulled on his jeans, covering his luscious ass. “You’re early.” He stared down at Celina as she climbed the last few steps of the Mayan pyramid. “Are you my...” She couldn’t say the words.
“Yes, I’m Michael, your Earthly partner for tonight’s ceremony.”
Celia’s mouth went dry as he held out a hand and tugged her up to the top platform, his biceps bulging, his perfect chest flexing. Behind him loomed the altar where the ceremony would take place. ‘Ceremony’ was the euphemism for ‘non-clinical sperm donor.’ Sex. They’d be having sex tonight.
His lopsided grin flashed bright white teeth. “You’re not nervous, are you?”
She nodded as she said, “No.” Women Celia had contacted swore the ceremony worked. “An eighty-nine percent success rate using Mayan magic and proven-fertile donors,” the website promised.
He gestured down the hundreds of steps she’d just climbed. “The site is closed, and I have two security guards walking the base of the pyramid. Come. We have a few hours to get to know each other.” He squeezed her hand. “We’re completely alone.”
Celia wanted this so badly. She’d been trying to have a child for years. But sex with a total stranger? Even crazier, magical sex?
“You know, Celia, I have a place on the beach. If you’d like to continue the ceremony for a few days after tonight...” He cupped her cheek. “I’d love to have you. As my guest.”
Her belly warmed. She leaned closer. “Sounds magical.”
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By Suzzana C Ryan
First I need to tell you the first time I met Gordy I was mesmerized, he was beautiful. But there was something about his eyes that bothered me. They were inhuman. Too feline. He saw how I looked at him, my skepticism. He was with Margaret Harris escorting her to an event.
Now all these women wanted more from Gordy. Yet he’d convinced them they didn’t need it. Sly cat, don’t you think? So I did a little research and found out Gordy had left home at an early age and had just returned. He lived on the outskirts of town in a small cottage.
So I figured what do I have to lose I think Gordy’s hiding something. So I grabbed my car keys and drove out to his small cottage. But what I found confirmed by suspicions, there were nothing but five cats roaming the grounds. One looked up at me, with Gordy’s feline eyes. He shifted, became the beautiful young man I’d met days before.
Gordy was a Unipod and a shifter, a rare species. A one sex little number, here to make you happy and nothing more. Gordy had a gender problem, he was both. As a feline he was male, a Tom if I’d ever seen one. But once he shifted to human, he became confused because he liked to make everyone happy. Such are the woes of a Unipod.
Stop that Gordy, go lick something else. Yes my cat’s named is Gordy. Giggles.
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By Donna Steele
She shook her head. Bad idea. Pain flared, blinding her. What the hell?
"Open your eyes, Sugar."
It took a second, but she obeyed. She recognized him. He was the asshole from the diner. Had he followed . . . yes! He'd been playing with her in the car. Passing her, then slowing to a crawl so that she would pass him. Making obscene gestures when he could catch her eye. When she'd gotten completely fed up, she'd passed him and refused to glance in his direction. Obviously that hadn't worked. Shit, he'd rammed her car from behind.
"Get up."
"I may have a concussion."
"Sucks to be you, babes."
Where were they and was there any hope of help arriving? She remembered the gentle giant from the diner. Yeah, like he would help out here.
"We need to get out of here before some fuckin' do-gooder shows up."
"My car?"
"Not as pretty as it was."
She glanced over. He was right. She must have climbed out under her own steam. This asshole wouldn't have helped her, and then passed out at least for a moment.
They both heard the car, no those were bikes approaching. She stiffened as he relaxed. There were four bikes and they pulled up surrounding them.
"Caught a nice one there, Bo."
"Not sure about that yet. She's one of them liberal chicks from up north. Got that accent."
A fifth bike joined them and her eyes widened as the gentle giant stepped off.
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A Six Pack of Mass Destruction by Barbara Watkins
The minute he walked into the inn, Lisa knew she had to have him. He was the most gorgeous specimen of a man that she had ever seen. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his muscled physique. She closed her eyes for a moment and began to imagine herself running her fingers through his silky dark locks of hair, while gazing deeply into his emerald green eyes – all the while stroking his chiseled chest. She didn’t waste a moment of precious time as she quickly maneuvered a plan to catch his attention. Rising from her chair she stood up on her six-inch stiletto heels, gracefully walked up to the bar and ordered a drink.
“Could I have another whiskey sour please?”
“I’ll have the same, and if the lady doesn’t mind, just put it all on my tab.”
Lisa flirted with her eyes, brushed her long blonde hair to the side and nodded her head.
“My name is Lisa, and you are?” She said in a wispy voice.
“Jimmy, but my friends all call me James.”
After several drinks and small talk, they entered Lisa’s apartment. Clothing began to hit the floor as they ripped and tore at each other like animals in the wild. Lisa’s passion suddenly turned into frenzy as the stranger tightened his hands around her neck. We can only imagine the last sight she saw, before taking her last breath, were his dog tags dangling against her naked chest.
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The Dream by Gregory Hart
She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side on the ground next to them. Josh began kissing her again, only to have her pull away seconds later. He knew what she wanted and had in mind. He wanted it as much as she did but he felt it wasn’t the time, or place.
She traced her finger nail over the skin of his bare chest, leaving a trail of white behind. Slowly, she moved her finger down his chest, down his abdomen and stopped just above the hem of his jeans. Josh’s breathing increased as he watched her as she knelt down in front of him.
“What are you doing?” His words came out ragged.
She smiled devilishly as she unbuttoned the first button, then another and another, until all the buttons were undone. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“I… uhhh…” Stammered Josh, “Don’t you think… shouldn’t we uhhh… you know… go someplace more private?”
She looked up at him and chuckled. “You said you wanted to do something exciting for your birthday. So why not do this in public?”
She reached into his jeans… Josh groaned as he woke up. He hated waking up in the middle of dreams. Especially dreams like that. He looked at the clock on the nightstand, four in the morning. Even worse, now he would never be able to go back to bed.
He vowed never to read another Playboy magazine before going to bed.
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Graduation Day by Melissa Keir
The classroom door slammed shut. I jumped up and looked up from my desk to see Jason standing in the doorway.
“Hi. What are you doing here? I thought you’d be at the graduation party. It’s not everyday you get to graduate from high school.”
Jason turned and locked the door. A smile lit up his face. His dark blue eyes focused on mine. “I’ve been thinking about you. All year, each time you spoke about chemical reactions, I had my own reaction. When you bent over to get the book off the floor, I glanced at your breasts swelling over top of your black lace bra. I’ve dreamed of you.”
My mind froze. My voice breathless. “Jason, I’m your teacher.”
He smiled. “Not anymore. Graduation, remember?”
He stalked toward me, slow and steady. I couldn’t move, frozen like a gazelle in the sights of a hungry lion. Closer, closer. He reached out and grabbed my hair pulling it loose from the bun. He buried his nose in my tresses. His groan echoed in the silent classroom.I put my hands on his chest and felt the taught muscles underneath his dress shirt. Jason’s arms went around me. He pulled me close and kissed me deeply. My abdomen clentched with need while my head shouted no. My will zapped, I gave in and returned his kiss with abandon.
buzz…buzz…buzz…
I looked around groggily. Where am I? I sat up and noticed the flashing light on my alarm clock. Only a dream.
Mayan Magic by Randi Alexander
The gorgeous hunk of man pulled on his jeans, covering his luscious ass. “You’re early.” He stared down at Celina as she climbed the last few steps of the Mayan pyramid. “Are you my...” She couldn’t say the words.
“Yes, I’m Michael, your Earthly partner for tonight’s ceremony.”
Celia’s mouth went dry as he held out a hand and tugged her up to the top platform, his biceps bulging, his perfect chest flexing. Behind him loomed the altar where the ceremony would take place. ‘Ceremony’ was the euphemism for ‘non-clinical sperm donor.’ Sex. They’d be having sex tonight.
His lopsided grin flashed bright white teeth. “You’re not nervous, are you?”
She nodded as she said, “No.” Women Celia had contacted swore the ceremony worked. “An eighty-nine percent success rate using Mayan magic and proven-fertile donors,” the website promised.
He gestured down the hundreds of steps she’d just climbed. “The site is closed, and I have two security guards walking the base of the pyramid. Come. We have a few hours to get to know each other.” He squeezed her hand. “We’re completely alone.”
Celia wanted this so badly. She’d been trying to have a child for years. But sex with a total stranger? Even crazier, magical sex?
“You know, Celia, I have a place on the beach. If you’d like to continue the ceremony for a few days after tonight...” He cupped her cheek. “I’d love to have you. As my guest.”
Her belly warmed. She leaned closer. “Sounds magical.”
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