Part One is here. You can start there or jump in here.
After what had been the single greatest orgams of her life, Dr. Jacqueline Hyde put herself back in order as best she could.
She had no idea why the compound had brought on the response it had, but she wasn’t keen on being in the lab if the overwhelming need to orgasm overcame her again. It was Friday, and she was sure that she could unravel the compound in her home lab. And she hoped that the effects of the compound had passed through her system.
Maggie woke up from the dream with sodden panties, and a fierce need to masturbate. She’d never had a dream that intense before.
Jacqueline was hard at work in her lab, when her assistant, Yvette, came barreling in breaking her concentration so she dropped the beaker she was working with.
“Damn it, Yvette” she snapped, “How many times have I told you not to burst in here?”
Yvette flushed and still panting from her run in gasped out, “The CEO is on his way here.”
It’s spring! For me as a pagan, that means pushing myself out of the planning stages of things – moving from thought to action. It means thinking about life renewing and starting over.
So I’m reclaiming a picture that I have a lot of mixed feelings about. I’m making it anew, and moving forward… oh and I think it’s sexy as hell.
Charity smoothed the black thigh high socks on to her legs. She savored the moment in her nakedness. Her pale thighs almost glowed next to the black stockings. She ran her hands over her hips and cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples. While she hated putting on her clothes, she did want to get to the gathering.
Lara had curled up in bed with a book about the history of the area. The show didn’t want them to research the history or hauntings of the locations they visited, but Lara didn’t care. Besides she knew they’d hired her for her bust-line more than her degree in history. She wasn’t surprised to learn the area had a long history in piracy. It was common enough in these small, coastal towns. She paged through the book, skimming more than delving deeply as the show runners would give her a script. Although piracy would make a great angle for the haunting, maybe make them into Robin Hood figures or perhaps a vindication of a lost lover.
When I saw this image, I immediately thought of Dark Shadows (the tv show, not the movie). There was something slightly retro about it, so I added a retro/weird filter.
“My Dark Shadows”
It’s Valentine’s Day in the U.S. So I chose something with heart.
I think there’s something about mirror selfies that I find appealing. Most people, perhaps more women than men, spend a lot of their lives hating their bodies. Selfies are a way to take back our bodies, to love them and find them attractive in our own way.
I love the way my body looks in this one – and duh vampires.
*I’ll probably never write about vampires.
“I Love Vampires”
Julia arrived in Ireland. She hadn’t visited in years, almost a decade. She caught a cab from the airport, and went to the same hotel she’d stayed in as a newly adult witch.
Just around the corner from the hotel was a pub, a place that specifically catered to magical folk. After checking and leaving her bag in her room, she walked over to the pub. She stood outside a moment, the familiar building making her hungry.