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Golden Reflections: The Hunt for the Ancient Fleece.

“Come on, Amelia.”  He signaled her with an opening and closing of his hand.  She glanced down at his hand, biting her lips, she looked up quickly at him.  His eye brows shot up suddenly.  He stepped forward.

 

“Amelia……don’t!  Don’t you do it?”  He hissed.  She took a few steps back, she glanced at the tiny rope that ran the perimeter of the temple.  Nothing more than maybe a yard between her and the untouched ancient world.  She bit her lip harder and dashed for the barrier.

 

“Damn it, Amelia!”  Max cursed, he lunged for her, but she got the jump on him.

 

Amelia cleared the knee high rope that kept her from the ancient world, effortlessly.  She landed softly on a giant slab of stone.  She looked down at the stone, she knew that she was one of few people that were brave enough to make that leap.  She also knew that she was one of few people who could touch this piece of the ancient world like she did. 

 

“Amelia, damn it!  Get your ass over here now.”  Max gritted through his teeth, he looked about waiting for someone, anyone to come out of the wood work.  Someone who would arrest their asses in a hurry.  He watched as Amelia cocked her hip, balled her fist against her hips.  The look was seriously sexy on her, but he didn’t have time for un-pure thoughts.  He stretched his hand across the rope barrier.  “Just take my hand.  Come on.”  She took another step back. 

 

“Max, just chill, give me just a sec.  God, I’m not going to touch anything, that much.”  She said as she looked about and then made a mad dash for the still standing columns on the far side of the temple ruins. 

 

“Son of bitch.”  Max raced along the same barrier, trying to keep track of his pain in the ass princess.  He growled as he raced along the boundaries.

 

Amelia weaved in and out of the few standing columns.  She danced and swirled about, mindful not to disturb or touch anything.  She raced to each column, studying them in detail.  Max now stood behind the temple itself.  He half whispered, half yelled at her.  “Amelia, I will come in there and get you myself, if you don’t get your ass over here, NOW!”  Hissing through his teeth.  She stopped studying the ruins, she stood tall and turned very slowly to face Max.  A devil of a smirk charming her face.

 

“Do it!  I dare you.”  Narrowing her eyes at him, but keeping the smirk.  Max pushed his hands through his honey blonde hair before he threw them down and walked closer to the rope barrier.  She watched him closely, she knew she was pushing her luck with Max, but she was so good at pushing his buttons.  He stopped just short of the rope, he studied the barrier, looking one way and then the other.  He slowly raised his leg, preparing to take that plunge over the rope barrier.  Amelia stumbled back as she watched Max prepare to step over the barrier, in an attempt to retrieve her, in doing so she accidentally stumbled into one of the stone columns.  She placed her hands behind herself, bracing herself against the column, as a few small pebbled rained down on her.  She cowered and flinched as the pebbles bounced off her head.  She looked up at Max who was stood still in mid step. 

 

He looked on in shock as he followed the path of falling pebbles, raining down on Amelia.  His face went from shock to a scowl, he watched as Amelia mouthed the silent words, ‘Sorry.’ to him.  His scowl went deeper, his wrinkles on his forehead become more pronounced.  Amelia stood up, preparing to make her way to Max, when she felt a slight tremble under her feet.  She cocked her head, looking to Max with a questioning look on her face.  Max looked from her feet to her face.  He motioned for her to come to him.  She took another step and the tremble was stronger this time.  She watched as a few pebbles shook in place. 

“Ummmmm, Max?”  She crouched with her hands out at her side, her voice unsure.

 

“Amelia stay calm, it’s probably just a tremor.  Don’t panic, just get over here.”  His voice calm and soothing.

 

Amelia nodded, she swallowed the nervous lump in her throat.  She slowly lifted her foot trying to make some forward progress towards Max, but the whole ground jerked and she was sent flying forward onto the stone slabs in front of her.  She stretched her arms out in front of her, trying to brace her fall, but the jerk was so unexpected she barely had time to get her hands up to protect her face.  The skin on her hands, broken and bleeding as they scrapped across the stone slabs.  She groaned against the pain that was burning across her fingers and knuckles.  She tried to focus enough to get her baring’s, but the ground beneath her trembled and shook that much louder, that much harder.  She looked up and saw Max had made his way over the rope barrier, attempting to make his way to her, when he stopped, looking beyond her with a look of utter horror.

 

Amelia flipped over onto her back and gasped as the column behind her started to sway and crumble apart.  Sending rocks the size of softballs and bigger, in her direction. It was in that moment that she realized it was an earthquake.  She threw her arm up shielding her face against the onslaught of rocks that were bouncing towards her.  She yelped out when a rock the size of a watermelon bounced into her the bare skin of her thigh.  She gripped her thigh as the pain radiated out, filling her upper leg with a sharp pain that had her grinding her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to consume her.  She open her eyes to see a column on her far left sway and crash to the ground, she rolled away from the debris, rocks and dirt digging into her back and legs.  She heard a loud cracking sound, she looked to her right and saw the column behind her start to sway and crumble before her eyes.  She somehow got to her feet, a tremendous effort considering the ground that was shaking violently beneath her.  She dodge the crashing column by mere feet.  In the midst of the chaos she found her voice and screamed out for Max, she knew he was nearby, he wouldn’t leave her.

Diamonds in the Sea

At the moment that the creature had lunged for the child, Piper acted instinctively and screamed. Suddenly she was clutching and clawing the back of the couch as she toppled over the back of it and landed rather roughly on her wooden floor. Pipers head hit with a loud thud as the pain spread around her head, her elbows screamed in pain at that sensation of both her funny bones taking the brunt of the fall.  Piper laid on the floor rubbing her head and trying to see thru the stars that were dancing around behind her eye lids.  She was breathing hard and fast, she could feel the onset of a panic attack.  Piper opened her eyes and saw both Chases and Kadar’s faces hovering over her own.  She reached up for the lump that was already forming on her head, massaging her head and elbows.

 

"Holy shit Piper!  You ok?  Let me help you!"  Chase said to Piper as both he and Kadar grabbed an arm and helped her into sitting position.  When she was finally sitting in an upright position, she pushed both their arms away and lunged over the couch, catching herself with one arm and using her free hand to pause the image on the screen in front of them.  Piper’s legs were still dangling over the back of the couch, she then pulled her legs over the couch and crawled on her hands and knees very slowly to her TV.  She sat there a moment in silence staring at the image before her.  She couldn't speak, she could barely breath.  She was so captivated she barely noticed Basel beside her on the floor.  Basel grasped her hand, she tore her gaze from the scene before her, she looked deep into his brown eyes.  Basel didn't say a word.  No one did. 

 

Piper could feel the word lodged in her throat, she could see it plastered across her mind.  She tried to say the word, but the only thing that escaped her lips was a whimper.  Piper then rose to her knees to touch the screen gently and uttered the word that everyone was thinking.

 

"Mermaid."  She whispered, Basel squeezed her hand confirming her revelation.

Wicked Temptations

Marian was so pre occupied with the alcohol that she barely registered the sound of a door opening and closing.  She looked over her shoulder to find Mary coming out the other room with a long chain draped over her shoulder, Marian followed the length of the chain to find a drop dead gorgeous man at the end of it.  The chain lead up to a tiny black collar that was wrapped around his neck.  He never looked up, he looked down at the floor, following his Mistress.  Marian quickly stood up and then back down when the alcohol went straight to her head.  She put her hand to head willing away the dizziness that assaulted her.  She scrunched her eyes closed but she only saw that man, behind her eye lids.

 

This man had the body of a swimmer, she thought the guy from earlier was hot, but this guy, he was chiseled to perfection.  Wearing nothing more than the collar and a pair a white boxer briefs.  ‘Surely this can’t be the “lamb” she was talking about?!’  She thought to herself.  She slowly opened her eyes and found Mary petting and caressing the man.  Running her fingernails lightly over his body as she whispered to him, things that were only meant for him to hear. 

 

“Lamb, say hi to Marian.”

 

“Hello Marian.”  He still never took his eyes from the floor, nor looked at her when he spoke.  Marian’s eyes went from the man to Mary.  ‘Oh my God, HE IS THE LAMB!!’  She screamed in her head.  But her body was saying something else.  His voice was rich, deep and full.  His voice made her thighs clench together.  She was so conflicted in that very moment.  She rubbed her temples and then did what she thought she should next.

 

“Hello….Lamb?  Is that right, should I call you lamb?”  The man said nothing.  Marian looked to Mary.  “Is that right?  Should I call him Lamb?”  Mary smiled at Marian.  “Yes that is right.  This is my lamb, my sub.  He submits to me, to my every wish and desire.  If I ask or telling him to do something he willingly does it to please me.  In pleasing me he is greatly rewarded.”  Mary reached down and cupped the man.  He groaned slightly before thanking her. 

 

Marian watched the exchange with utter fascination.  She felt embarrassed like she should look away, but could help herself and continued to watch.  She watched as Mary release the chain from the man’s collar.  He stood still awaiting her command. 

Sinful Delights

Sam fell back against the table, searching for the edge of the table to brace herself, to give her something to hold onto, she had a feeling she was about to fall apart.  As her fingers found the edge, she feel warm hands grip each of her wrist, she opened her eyes, looking from side to side at the hands that were now holding her down.  It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t unpleasant, it was what she needed.  They were keeping her still so she couldn’t move away, she was going to have to take what they gave her.  She smiled up at the out of town guest that had made this special trip just for her.  They seemed to be thinking, moving as one, because at that very moment both of them made the descent to her wrist, each of them licking with only the tip of their tongue.  Starting at the wrist up to where her forearm met her elbow, each lick deliberate, and each suck slow and seductive.  She pulled slightly on the hands that were securing her, she was testing them, not trying to free herself.  The fingers around her wrist tightened with more pressure, but still it didn’t hurt.  The couple stopped at the elbow junction and went back to her wrist to lick more of the honey dust from her skin, yet this time they flattened their tongues, searching out more honey dust, weaving a pattern of saliva across her sweet skin.  Sam quivered under their tongues, she was squirming under their mouths and the seductive dance that each tongue was creating on her skin.  She tried to be still, to enjoy the moment that these people were creating for her, but her body was humming with awareness as she felt a soft kiss pressed to the inside of her thigh, so close to her honey dusted silky folds.  He had to smell how aroused she was, he had to see how wet she was.  Was there even any honey dust left around and on her wet folds?  These thoughts raced through her head as another soft kiss and a lick was pressed to her opposite thigh.  Their deliberate slow actions was maddening, she was now thrusting her sex upwards.  Trying to get the man between her legs to give her what she wanted.  She heard a deep baritone laugh from between her legs, she felt if vibrate against her thighs and around her lips and through her core.  The vibration only taking her deeper into that ocean of ecstasy that had her body almost thrashing with need.  Her chest was heaving, she was almost panting on the verge of begging for more.  She watched the man between her legs, but she could still feel the teasing tongues of the other two guest making their way up to her shoulder.  Nibbling, biting lightly, sucking her skin into their mouths and releasing with a loud “pop” each time she heard the pop she thrust her sex at the man between her legs.  He was torturing her with pleasure, every time she was sure he was close enough to taste her she would reach out with her pelvis, only to have him pull back, leaving a wicked gleam in his eyes. 

Dirty Little Devil

Never in a million years did Jenna ever think that a woman like Selena would pay her any kind of attention and never in a million years did she think she would respond to that attention, like she was.  Her heart was beating rapidly, her stomach felt as if Tinker Bell was doing acrobats inside her. Her legs felt wobbly and a little unsure and she was enjoying every minute of it, and the pang of pleasure she was feeling in her core was starting to pulse and throb.  The way Selena was affecting her was new, exciting and dangerous.  She was so turned on she could feel her hard nipples straining against her push up bra. 

                Selena reached for Jenna’s hand, tugging her towards the dance floor.  Jenna allowed Selena to lead her, to take control, because this was all new territory for her.  New and unexplored and she was so willing to explore this right now.  Selena pulled her onto the dance floor and found a cozy, dark corner for them to dance in.  There were so many people on the dance floor, yet this corner seemed secluded and private for just the two of them.  The music changed from the bass thumping, heart pounding beats to a more seductive, gyrating song.  It was sexy and mellow and it seemed that’s exactly what Selena wanted as she ran her hands all over her body letting the music lead her hands, as her hips swung in time with the beat.  Jenna could have watched Selena dance all night, she couldn’t tear her eyes from each spot she touched.  She glanced up and saw Selena watching her, she saw excitement and lust flash in her eyes.  It seemed Selena was enjoying the fact that I was watching her.  To stop myself from looking like a fool the only one not dancing on the dance floor I started to mimic Selena’s movements and caresses on my own body. Selena smiled seductively at me, she moved closer to me, leaning in she whispered in my ear. 

“You are so sexy right now, I don’t think I can play nice and keep my hands off of you.”  She pulled back to study my face, which I am sure registered shock and maybe some excitement, so against my better judgment I leaned in and whispered back.

“So don’t.”  I pulled back to see Selena’s eyes glaze over with lust and passion as she reached out pulling me close to her, sliding her hands over my hips, around to my ass where she gave it a firm squeeze.  I gave a little moan of pleasure as she pulled me close enough so our breast were crushed against each other’s.  I could smell mint on her breath as we danced in sync with each other I reached out running my hands down her arms to her own hips and it was then that I realized no panty line.  No panties at all!  My eyes bolted right back to Selena’s, searching her face for an answer.  As if she could read my mind she nuzzled up to my ear and whispered.

“That’s right sweetheart, no panties.” 

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