As Irving strode down the cobblestone street, a haze of smoke surrounded him. Women and men alike covered their faces with handkerchiefs in an attempt to avoid the acrid odor. Though the mask Irving wore often grew hot and uncomfortable, he was glad for it now. Rowena had filled its beak-shaped protrusion with a variety of pleasant-smelling herbs just that morning. When he drew in a breath, the comforting scent of lavende...

There's this guy, Simon, whom I met at a bar, I guess maybe he is in his fifties. He's a businessman and quite high profile in the city council he works at or something like that. I was in a bar with two girlfriends from Uni, it was early evening on a Saturday, and it was a packed bar, even that early, because it is a cheap place well known for students starting their night out; also they were showing a rugby match so loa...

“Lock the door and come over here.” I pushed the lock and came back. His cock sprang out. My mouth watered, producing the extra saliva I needed to slide this monster further. He grabbed my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged, but he didn’t leave. “Fuck!” he groaned. I felt hot cum shoot into my mouth, sliding down my throat. I pulled his almost softening cock out of my mouth, wiped my lips with the bac...

In the weeks following Beckett's death, the mourning of everyone in Oliver's house seemed to coalesce until it took on a presence all its own. Sadness followed me from room to room, and every time I saw Damien's grief-stricken face, my own pain grew even more wrenching. Beneath our despair was a sense of expectation, almost as if we were all holding our breath. Everyone, but especially Phil, had an ear to the ground, and...

As more time passed, I succeeded in convincing myself that I could remain oblivious to the nature of Oliver's work. I clung to the illusion that it was enough to be vaguely aware of the danger, even when I didn't fully understand the risk. But the events of a night in early October obliterated my illusion. Oliver had left earlier that evening, accompanied by Ted, Beckett, and several other members of his security team. I...

Weeks passed, and as I grew more comfortable living in Oliver's house, I also became accustomed to his unpredictable schedule. He spent some days almost entirely in his office, while on other days, he wasn't around at all. He was gone during many evenings as well, though I never knew where. All the while, I kept waiting for him to come up with some sort of job for me, even if it was mostly a ruse. Of course, I wasn't comp...

I could have soaked in that glorious tub for hours. Oliver was right about me being exhausted. At one point, I actually dozed off, waking only when I heard someone enter the guest room. Suddenly alert, I held my breath and hoped it was Oliver returning. But no one knocked at the closed bathroom door, and silence fell again. I figured Damien had brought dinner and then promptly departed. Hunger coaxed me out of the tub. I...

Oliver was so hard in my hand. Soon, that hardness would be deep inside me. He must have sensed my anxiety, for as he gave me another lingering kiss, his fingers massaged my clit. My moans grew louder, encouraging him to ease his body on top of mine. I gasped at the feel of him sliding his tip between my folds. Just as he positioned himself at my opening, I grasped his arm. "If I get pregnant, my father will—" "Your fathe...