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"A Miracle's Path" will take you on a turbulent ride through Colby's unique and intriguing paranormal story. With building romance, thick suspense, vividly described action, memorable villains and characters developed to such a deep personal level, you'll feel their emotions and experience their struggles and triumphs.

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A Miracle's Path (psychological-paranormal thriller)




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Glagnodian's Vengeance Book 1 (epic fantasy)


Glagnodian's Vengeance Book 2 Soon to be released.

Imagine a world from a time long past that's strange, faraway and wickedly merciless. Evil, ruthless evil, clashes with Glagnodian, tearing apart his existence and one true but forbidden love. The journey he sets out on will change him in unexpected ways never thought possible. Kingdoms will fall. The blood of Lords will spill. Monsters will be battled with. Wizards, deities and demons go head to head. Who will remain after the last body falls and the ash of glory settles? Glagnodian and his companions are a long shot but they're filled with righteousness, fueled by vengeance and bound by honor. You won't just follow the characters through a journey, you will join them in an epic adventure.

Both novels are also available in paperback. Not the small "mass market" size but the bigger "trade" 6 x 9 inch for both titles. This means they will look great on your bookshelf. Only $7.49 for "Glagnodian's Vengeance Book 1"


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Glagnodian's Vengeance Book 1 (epic fantasy)


Glagnodian's Vengeance Book 2 Soon to be released.






My other works.


A Miracle's Path (psychological-paranormal thriller)

Hello readers. This is a continuation of the story "Torn Between Alphas". The story started here: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...


(Part 10) 2/3/16

Hayden kicks Yvonne out of the driver’s seat and slowly drives up the road after he zeroed out his trip. "Keep your eyes open for anything that looks like a bag or something," Hayden says to Yvonne. She didn't answer, nor did she look for this bag. She stared out the window taking long slow drags from her e-cigarette.

The car suddenly stops, catching Yvonne off guard, causing her to drop her e-cigarette. She bends over to look for it and Hayden snaps at her. "Fuck that stupid thing. There, over there is my bag. Go and get it. I want to get the hell out of here.” Yvonne, reluctantly, gets out of the car and retrieves Hayden's bag then slams the door after she gets back in. This gets no response from Hayden. He is focused solely on the bag.

He snatches the bag from Yvonne and pulls out what's inside. It was a brick sized block of cash. "Holy shit! They paid that much for that ugly car?" Yvonne remarks. Hayden just smirks and peels off one grand and hands it to Yvonne.

"You did good Yvonne. Go buy yourself a new toy cigarette and some other nice things," Hayden says.

The thousand dollars was the equivalent of the first layer peeled off an onion. It was like the skin of the block of cash. Yvonne thought to herself if what she was given was 1 G then the rest could have paid for Hayden's car alone.

Hayden drops Yvonne off at her car. He seemsdistracted and in a hurry. He grabs Yvonne by the chin and gives her a goodbye kiss even though she didn't really want one. No sooner than when Yvonne shuts the door to his car, he rips out of there with the tires spinning and his favorites list blaring.

Yvonne is tired, disappointed and confused. When she gets home to her studio apartment she crashesfor a couple of hours. Her cellphone rings and wakes her up. It’sher friend Elena and the time ishalf past 8:00 p.m. "Elena, hey how have you been and when did you get back in town?" is how the conversation starts. Yvonne decides she needssome girlfriend time and invites Elena out for a drink.

"Let's meet at Eddy Z's Pub in thirty minutes," Yvonne says.

"For real...Eddy Z's? I think the last time we went there was years ago when we had those horrible fake IDs and no one else would accept them," Elena says.

"I know. I just want a place where we won't run into people we know or get picked up on by every other guy who walks in the door," Yvonne says.

"That would be Eddy's then. What's up? You seem down."

"I'll explain and tonight the drinks are on me."

"Shit, why didn't you say so in the first place? I would have been down there already running up a tab. See ya soon, bye." Elena says.

Yvonne walks into Eddy Z's and isimmediatelybrought back to when she was around 18-19 years old. The bar, bumper pool tables, dart boards all look the same; even the jukebox is playing music from that time. It smells like sour tequila mixed with damp cigar smoke. It’sdimly lit. Most of the lights aren’t much brighter than the neon signs on the wall of now defunct beer brewers.

She pulls out a stool and a fat man in his sixties hobbles over with a rag in one hand and an old chewed up cigar not even lit in the other. "What'll it be doll face?" The bartender asks.

"Eddy, is that you?" Yvonne asks.

"Wait a minute. You look familiar kid."

"It's been a while since I've had a drink here but now I'm legal," Yvonne says smiling.

"Now I remember, Connie, well, your fake was named Connie."

"So you did know. I always thought we pulled one over you."

"Nope, I spot you kids a mile away."

"Why did you still serve us Eddy?"

"I don't make the laws and I don't enforce the laws. Besides, I watered your drinks down so much you'd get a full bladder before you'd ever get a buzz," Eddy says with a raspy chuckle.

"Make mine a cranberry and soda Eddy."

"I won't water 'em down this time, I promise."

"I know. I'm here to meet a girlfriend so I'm driving."

Eddy steps away to fix Yvonne's drink and a moment later Elena walks in. The two of them exchange hellos and hugs when Eddy returns with Yvonne's drink. "Look here, it's a reunion. What can I bring you sweetheart?" Eddy asks.

"Eddy, hey how are ya?" Elena asks.

"Can't complain and you?"

"I'm taking it as it comes. Your place hasn't changed one bit but you have. You look like you added a few pounds," Elena says poking Eddy's gut playfully.

"Yeah well, you look like you added a little more junk to your face," Eddy says.

"I could remove all this junk by the time you get back with my drink. Can't say the same about that," Elena says pointing at his waist.

"Okay, you got me toots. Name your poison."

"I'll have a seven and seven. Oh and please make it a double."

Elena has piercings, tattoos and multi-colored hair. Like most women that express themselves in this way, she is pretty and sexy with or without the ink, dye or silver and she knows it. Contrary to popular belief, Elena and many women like herdon't change their appearance because they have low self esteem, want attention or feel the need to stand out in order to feel special. They do it because they want to, they can and because they weren't put on this earth to be a "pretty thing" that must conform to what society and every other person wants them to be. Elena believes that if you can accept her the way she looks then you have an open enough mind to accept the way she thinks, lives and loves.

She wasn't always this intense but several years ago she lost her older sister to breast cancer. By the time her sister passed her mom had already drank herself to an early grave. Oh and her father...yeah right.

Her older sister, Marion, was everything to her; a sister, mother and father. Losing her put her in a place that has no tolerance for the petty or trivial. Elena speaks her mind and her mind has a loud and witty voice.

"I see you got some new ink. It looks great. Was it the same guy?" Yvonne asks.

"Thanks, no different guy and I'm not screwing this guy so I had to come up with the cash for it," Elena says.

"What happened to Nathan? You two were good together," Yvonne says.

"Right, what happened was his ex Lyndsey and her volleyball sized tits moved back in town. It'sbad enough they are huge and round but they defy gravity. Her boobs gotta be filled with helium."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I figured you meant more to Nathan," Yvonne says.

"It's alright. I'm gonna miss the free ink more than the sex. Speaking of which, last we spoke you finally started to give me some details about your latest boy toy, Hayden. What's new?"

"That's why I asked you out tonight. I need some advice. I'm in a jam and I'm not sure what to do or how to handle it."

"Let me guess. You found out Hayden was all frosting and no cake and Derik won't...serve you any cake anymore?" Elena asks.

"No, just the opposite. Hayden is everything I thought he'd be and Derik wants me more than ever before."

"Everything, Yvonne? Derik, from what you've told me, is it. The best of the best bar none."

"Yes, everything. Beyond the bedroom they're different but sex-wise it's a draw, honestly."

Elena takes out the cocktail straw from her drink and slams her drink. "Eddy, another thanks."
Elena crosses her legs and plays with her chin piercing for a few seconds then looks Yvonne in the eyes and says, "I don't get it. Mr. Fuck-tastic wants to ball you more than ever while boy Gorge-alicious is pounding your cookie and both of these guys are built like a Greek statue and are hung like internet porn talent. Unless you're inviting me in on a threesome, which I will accept quicker than a child takes candy from a stranger, what are you trying to tell me?"

"Elena, come on, you're just looking at one aspect of this, split relationship, I'll call it."

"Yvonne, it's the only aspect of your relationship, the sex. Don't fool yourself otherwise. When you dated that optometrist guy...Greg, I think, yeah Greg, you never raved about the sex. As a matter of fact you told me how you swooned over his sister's boyfriend Marcus. Greg offered you everything but you weren't happy. Now you have what you want and you're bitching," Elena says.

"There's more to it than that. I want to be with Derik but I feel like I need to be with Hayden," Yvonne says then finishes her drink.

Eddy comes over with another drink for Elena and asks Yvonne if she wants another kiddie cocktail. Yvonne gives him a forced smile and says sure as she rolls her eyes. Eddy pours and mixes her drink right there.

"Juice and soda? What's the deal with that? Are you knocked up or something?" Elena says then she suddenly sits up straight and grabs Yvonne by the wrist. "Yvonne, no, are you?"

Yvonne takes a sip of her drink and answers yes. "Let me guess, it's Hayden's but Derik thinks it's his or vice versa?" Elena says.

"Worse, neither of them know I'm pregnant and I don't know which one of them is the father. Plus, I'm still sleeping with both of them," Yvonne says

"Shit, I guess...break it off with both of them. What else can you do? Right? Once you start showing, both of them will lay claim to the pregnancy. Nothing but trouble and hurt can stem from this," Elena says.

"My child is going to need a father. Besides, how am I going to avoid both of them entirely? We live in the same area, have mutual friends and people talk so as soon as the word about my pregnancy gets out they'll find out," Yvonne says.

"Then you lay claim to one of them and break it off with the other. Oh for fucks sake, did you think you could play this game forever anyway?"

"No, who do I pick? This is why I invited you out. I'm at a total loss."

"Use the same comparison process you'd use if you needed a new car and were looking at two different cars to buy," Elena says.

"Do you mean make a list of the pros and cons and compare the lists? That won't work because I'd pick the cutest car with the lowest monthly payment."

"Yvonne, I'm being serious. You wanted my opinion so don't douche all over it," Elena says.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll start with Hayden. Aside from what I've already told you, he has great taste in lots of things like wine, food and music. He's well groomed. Meaning, not only does he always look great and smell good but he's waxed, everywhere. Derik, on the other hand, has different tastes, none bad just different. Sometimes he's a little rough on the edges but he pulls it off with his good looks and killer smile but I wouldn't mind seeing him polished up a bit.

In the bedroom, Hayden is in control. Even when he gives me control he's still in control because he's the one giving and taking the control. Derik challenges me. He makes me explore my fantasies and desires in such an emotional way. The sex is still very physical but neither one of us are giving or taking control. It's like we're both rowing the same boat to the same destination. We do our own thing and it works seamlessly. Then we get to the shore and Derik pulls the boat firmly onto the beach and we've both arrived, together," Yvonne says.

"That's good...but I was thinking more along the lines of who makes more money, handles their finances better, is more mature, wants a family, who treats you better, you know that kinda thing," Elena says.

"Who treats me better? Yeah well, that's partly why I asked you to meet me tonight. Hayden pissed me off this morning and either didn't seem to notice or didn't seem to care, maybe both."

"I wish I could give you better advice but I don't have any. You know me, I'd pick one of them using the left side of my brain; then screw him with my right side of the brain," Elena says with a giggle.

"That's my problem. I pick 'em and screw 'em with the same side of the brain," Yvonne says.

"So what now?" Elena asks.

"The last time I saw Derik it was in an unpleasant setting, putting it mildly. I think I'm going to pay him a visit, tonight."

(Part 11) 2/12/16

Yvonne heads for the freeway exit nearest Derik's high-rise condo. The whole commute there is a blur. She is thinking about what she'll say, do and feel once he answers his door, if he is home and alone most preferably.

This will be more than just the usual hook-up visit. Yvonne wants to really asses whether or not Derik would be a better choice than Hayden. Sex, although in the back of her head, isn't the reason for the impromptu visit. She wants to feel around and discover if there is anything about Derik she hasn't noticed or scrutinized in the past.

Yvonne feels like she is on a first date. She has all sorts of thoughts running through her head, expectations, fears and hopes. The elevator door opens on Derik's floor; the top floor. She tries to collect herself while walking to his door. Taking a deep breath, she knocks on his door and fixes her hair then licks her lips.
A moment or two pass by and she hears the door unlock. Slowly Derik opens his door almost all the way. He's standing there wearing only a pair of baby blue boxer briefs with a dark gray elastic waistband. They barely fit. Actually, his package barely fits in the briefs. Nearly naked and alone, maybe some other time would be better for comparison shopping and instead, tonight, go for a demo ride, Yvonne thinks to herself.

Spiraling around Derik's right leg, starting from the small of his back, is a tattoo of a dragon's tail. The dragon's tail ends on the top of his right foot with a red and black spade. The whole tail is a mix of black, blue-green and indigo colors with great detail given to each and every individual scale.

Derik, along with Hayden, used to compete in underground pit-fighting for both money and thrills. Derik was the best fighter in his whole territory. He got the nickname "Dragon Whip" because his right round house kick, if landed flush, was almost always the last blow his opponent would feel for the remainder of the night. He was the best of the best.

A newcomer, Hayden, was gaining many victories and notoriety. The crooks that ran this fighting circuit wanted to see Hayden and Derik face off with each other. This is how Hayden and Derik first met. Anyhow, neither one of them fight anymore, well, not in pit-fights. There's more to this story but for now let's circle back to Derik standing in the doorway, with his package.

Derik's expression was one of casually unenthused. Not that Yvonne reached his face yet. She stumbles, a few times, over his impossibly chiseled abs. At rest, his abs look like they are in the middle of doing a sit-up or crunch but then he inhales and exhales and you see every ab muscle flex and expand in unison like a tapestry of pure arousal woven together in sex appeal harmony.

"Let me guess, Hayden got tired of you and sent you away," Derik says.

"No, he had pressing business to attend to," Yvonne answers.

"Pressing business to attend to. So I guess now you're his secretary," Derik says sarcastically.

"Look, I was out with a girlfriend visiting and thought I'd drop by since I was in the area. If you don't want me around just say so," Yvonne says.

Derik motions Yvonne into his condo and excuses himself while he gets some PJs on. Yvonne is disappointed but figures it would be better if she actually wants to accomplish something tonight besides a rooftop screaming orgasm. On second thought, maybe...

"Want something? Beer, tea or water?" Derik asks.

"Water is fine. I had plenty to drink at Eddy's."

"Eddy's? What brought you out there?"

"My friend Elena. We wanted some place quiet and casual to talk," Yvonne says.

The TV is still on but the volume is muted. They are sitting on a large wooden futon with a thick and plush mattress cushion. Derik picks up his glass of beer that's sitting on the wood-framed glass-topped coffee table and brings it with him to the kitchen.

Even with Derik dressed Yvonne has a difficult time thinking about why she stopped by. Just sitting on the futon brings back memories of all the times they had sex on it and fell asleep in each others arms. They always enjoyed doing it on the futon more than the bed, floor, kitchen counter or anywhere else in his condo because it was so versatile with the different positions you could do and the comfort while doing those positions. Doing it on the bathroom sink has its limits with regards to positions and most aren't particularly comfortable for much more than a few minutes. But on the futon you could be spread apart, bent over, tucked around, pinned down, tied-up, sitting up, held down, top, bottom, behind, sideways, upside down, standing up, on your knees, sitting on, squatting and missionary; just to name a few of the popular ones.


(Part 12) 2/21/16

Derik returns with their drinks and was about to un-mute the TV. Yvonne quickly jumps in with a question. "How's your mom doing?"

Derik sets down the remote and takes a sip of his beer. "My ma?" Derik says.

"Yeah, I haven't heard you talk about her much lately."

"That's because I never do talk about her...she's fine I guess. She's going to remarry, again."

"Are you going to attend the wedding?" Yvonne asks.

"Wedding, right sure. Yvonne, when people get married for the third time there usually isn't any wedding ceremony let alone a reception or anything like that."

"Are you happy for her at least?"

"This time I am but only because she didn't hit me up for any money after she told me the news. Why all the questions?"

"Just curious. You know, family stuff is important and I figured..."

"Figured what Yvonne? Huh, what?" Derik asks annoyed.

"Fucking forget it then."

"Look, my old man was no good and my ma left him but every man my ma got involved with was no good. Everyone knew this except for her. Talking about family is a bad topic for me," Derik says then un-mutes the TV.

"Alright, it's just, well you know, with my past family was always missing and I longed for it. I suppose I thought I could live that part out through your experiences but obviously you don't have many of those kinds of experiences," Yvonne says.

"Yvonne, I know this. Why do you think I stepped into your life when I did?"

"You're right. I'm sorry," Yvonne says.

"It's no biggie. Someday, maybe, when I'm ready I may give this family shit a try." Yvonne listened heard and understood what Derik just said but couldn't believe her ears. She was frozen like a statue as Derik watched the TV drinking his beer. He finished his beer then let out a small burp and says while looking at the TV, "Anyway, I heard you did good with the delivery of the car."

Still lost in her thoughts Yvonne didn't answer. "Yo yo yo Yvonne are ya with me?" Derik asks.

What? Yeah, I was surprised you knew. How did you?" Yvonne asks.

"Hayden, who else of course."

Yvonne couldn't get past what Derik had said a moment ago. She was drawn to him more than ever before. She slides over close to him and starts to play with his hair and Derik puts his hand on her knee. Yvonne desperately wanted to put her tongue in his ear and reach down his pajama pants but she didn't want to throw herself at him; she wanted him to take her.

She runs her fingers along his jaw line and gently rests her chin on his shoulder exhaling softly into his ear. She was growing so aroused as she smelled Derik. He must have finished working out or something because he had more of a masculine body scent rather than the smell of body wash or cologne.

"Anything in particular you'd like to watch? This game is boring," Derik says.

"No but there is something in particular I'd like to do," Yvonne says in a sexy whisper into Derik's ear.

Derik slides his hand from her knee to her inner thigh and turns his head so his nose is touching hers and says, "Sorry, but I lent my Yahtzee game out and it was returned with missing dice."

"Don't fuck with me Derik. You know how much I love that game," Yvonne says smiling.

"I know something else you love and it doesn't need any dice," Derik says as her firms up his grip on Yvonne's inner thigh.

Yvonne's pupils begin to dilate while Derik's fun gun starts to inflate. Neither one of them will make the first move, aside from their involuntary reactions. Derik has one hand on Yvonne's thigh and the other behind her neck with their noses still touching. Yvonne's eyes are saying take me now and Derik's hard-on is saying suck me now but still neither make a move.

Derik walks his fingers up Yvonne's neck and into her hair rubbing his finger tips on her scalp in an all to familiar rhythm. Yvonne counters by sliding her hand within microns past his throbbing bulge and puts it under his shirt stroking up and down on his tummy in an all to familiar rhythm.

Not to be outdone, Derik pulls Yvonne's head back by firmly gripping her hair and runs his tongue from her nose to her cheek then to her neck and stops at her shoulder with a combination of tongue lashes, nibbles and gentle sucking.

Yvonne yanks his hand from her thigh and inserts his fingers into his mouth. Shortly after, Derik pulls out his fingers and slides his hand under her shirt and bra and caresses her nipples with his wet fingertips.

Yvonne pushes Derik away and shoves herself to the other side of the futon by pushing against his hip with her feet. Derik sits there for a moment watching the fire in Yvonne's eyes.

Derik flashes Yvonne with his sexy smile briefly and takes one of her feet and slowly slides off her ankle high leather fashion boot then tosses it over his shoulder. He then nips her sock with his teeth and pulls it off letting it drop on his lap the moment it's off her foot. He goes in for another nip but this time he was aiming for her big toe; Yvonne pulls her foot away.

Derik's eyes light up as Yvonne is rubbing herself through her yoga pants but not because she is touching herself but because the visible wet spot is growing. This time Derik snatches Yvonne's other foot and attempts to start over but Yvonne says, "Teeth for the boot also this time."

Derik obliges and whips the boot across the room by quickly thrashing his head after he gets it pulled off. This time he pushes her yoga pants up past her tone calf and cradles it in his right hand massaging it. With his other hand he starts stroking his swollen rod from outside his pants.

He's sucking the tip of Yvonne's big toe then he moves to the next toe and the next. When he gets to the pinky he puts all five toes in his mouth briefly. Derik drags his strong masculine jaw along the arch of her foot and nibbles on her ankle when he gets there. Now Yvonne's calf is being massaged along with the ball of her foot. Derik puts Yvonne's other foot on his crotch and Yvonne rubs the contour of his shaft with the ball of her foot.

Both want each other. Both are breathing deeper and faster. Both have either a hand or a foot on there play toys but neither want to give in to the other.

"If you don't take me soon, I'm gonna finish myself right where I sit," Yvonne says.

Derik places Yvonne's feet on the futon and stands up with his engorged hammer inches from Yvonne's face. "Okay, let me know when you're done. I'm getting another beer," Derik says.

Derik takes his first step and Yvonne grabs the waistband of his pajamas and pulls him back. "You asshole," Yvonne says then reaches into his pants like it was a grab bag and pulls, more like, lifts and pulls out her prize. It's a huge summer sausage and it's family size. It plunges right into Yvonne's mouth as she shoves it in with one hand while the other hand grabs just under his right butt cheek putting him off balance. Yvonne is sitting up and Derik holds her hair with one of his hands and she throats his cock ravenously.

Sloppy noises, gasps for air and humming drowns out the audio from the TV. "Just like that. Yeah, yeah that's it. Now the balls," Derik says.

Derik puts his right foot on the futon and places both hands on Yvonne's head; one on the back of her head and the other under her jaw. He holds her head still and thrusts. Now that Yvonne's hands are free, she pulls out her travel sized vibrator from her purse sitting on the floor near her feet.

Yvonne scoots to the edge of the futon throttling her self with Derik thrusting his cock in and out of the back of her throat. "Shit, I wanna fuck you so hard," Derik says then slides his pajama bottoms off and removes his shirt. Yvonne doesn't want to stop with her toy so Derik literally rips her shirt right down the middle and starts yanking at her yoga pants that are around her thighs. Yvonne helps by straightening her legs and pointing her feet.

Derik tosses her pants. Yvonne plays with his member with her feet as she undoes her bra. Derik goes along with it and holds her feet together at the bottoms like a hot dog bun and strokes her feet in and out with his thick and long member. When fully in between her feet Derik's balls are at Yvonne's toes and the head of his penis is nearly at her heels. Yvonne watches wondering how all of that fits in her cookie jar let alone her mouth...and throat.

"Have any lotion in your purse?" Derik asks.

Yvonne reaches down in her purse then tosses a small tube of lotion at Derik. He squirts some on her feet bottoms and lets out a blissful sounding moan as he speeds up the thrusting pace.

Yvonne is buzzing away with her joy toy and Derik is slamming away at Yvonne's feet. They look into each other's eyes as if they can read one another's minds. Derik squirts the last of the lotion on the tops of his thighs then lifts Yvonne off the futon. Yvonne wraps her legs around Derik's waist and hooks her feet together with one hand holding her toy and the other hanging onto Derik's broad shoulders. Derik has both hands under Yvonne, holding her by her round luscious ass. "Put it in," Derik says.

"Open up," Yvonne says holding her little friend in front of Derik's face. Derik opens his mouth and bites down on the pleasure device while Yvonne puts in the ecstasy organ. After it slides in and out freely, which didn't take long with as wet and ready as Yvonne is, she hooks her arms under Derik's armpits with her hands coming back over his shoulders holding onto his deltoids.

This grip would tire her arms out quickly but she loves it because she holds herself so close to his body while he is impossibly deep inside of her. With this grip she can also control her movement and position within a fraction of an inch of where she needs it to be sometimes.

Yvonne is grinding, thrusting and working her pelvis like a belly dancer suspended in mid air. She drags her teeth and tongue all along Derik's chest. Derik walks the two of them over to the near wall and spreads his legs a little bit farther than shoulder width a couple feet from the wall and bends slightly at the knees. He places both of his hands palm down on the wall at shoulder height and this whole time Yvonne didn't interrupt fucking his cock for one second.

Yvonne hung there screwing Derik like he is a wooden totem pole with a large dildo attached to it. She would change up her grip when she got tired, reposition her legs, breathe erratically with occasional angry sounding grunts and moans but she didn't stop fucking his huge cock.

"My arms, baby-gasps-my arms are wanting to stop but...oh baby I don't want'a stop," Yvonne says firing passionate flairs with her eyes and nose as she stares deep into Derik's gorgeous hazel eyes.

Derik lowers his forehead onto the wall and removes his hands from the wall then holds Yvonne's body like a swing with his strong hands cradling her ass. With her legs still wrapped around his waist she pulls her self, along with Derik assisting by ways a loving push, into his slugger.

Sweat drips from Derik's nose and chin onto Yvonne's breasts. She looks up at his face as more sweat hits her lips. Unfazed, she grabs her toy out of Derik's mouth and buzzes away letting her head hang back nearly hitting the wall each and every time time Derik pushes and draws her body along his manhood.

Yvonne's eyes are partially closed and so are Derik's. Their thighs are gliding on one another from the lotion. Derik grabs a fist full of Yvonne's hair and lifts her head up to look her in the eyes, supporting her body weight with one thick bulging arm. Yvonne grabs his mouth with one hand and squeezes his lips together like a goldfish and says, "Fuck me harder you little slut."

Derik puts Yvonne's ankle's behind his ears and slams her into the wall. Yvonne hears and feels the drywall crack against her back. She pulls her arm free that was working the toy and drops it on the floor then puts her arms around Derik's neck.

Derik is rocking back and fourth from his heels to the balls of his feet as he pins Yvonne against the cracked wall. In her left ear, she hears Derik's heavy breathing and dirty talk while in the other ear she hears the vibrator rattling around aimlessly on the hardwood floor.

"Oh fuck Dee, I'm feeling cummy. Dee...Dee I'm cummy," Yvonne says clawing at Derik's sweaty sexy body.

Derik takes Yvonne back to the futon and sits down with Yvonne straddling him, riding him, grinding him...dripping all over him. She pulls his hair back then bites his chin, neck, ear and everything else she can get her teeth on.

"Want me to fill you up baby? Yeah Vonny, yeah...yeah," Derik says.

"Drown me Dee...I want it..I'm ready, ready," Yvonne says clawing, biting and thrusting her pelvis faster and harder.

Building, climbing, reaching higher, deeper and farther Yvonne's orgasm is on the verge of hitting. Her speech is unintelligible. Derik's lips and tongue are finger painting Yvonne's neck, shoulders and ear.

Bliss, fireworks, cute puppy dogs and kittens, newly remodeled kitchen and new shoes. Any image you want. Derik and Yvonne pass into ecstasy and couldn't tell you what day of the week it is if they were staring at a calendar at this very moment.

Yvonne collapses onto Derik's hunky physique. Derik exhales deeply and holds Yvonne close and tight. "Why did I ever let you go Vonnie," Derik whispers into Yvonne's ear.

"Don't think about it Dee. I'm here now," Yvonne says.


(Part 13)


It's over an hour past the grand finally and Yvonne starts to get a chill. Her naked body gets goose bumps along her arms. Her nipples aren't erect because they are pressed against Derik's warm hard body. Another chill runs down her back and she awakens.

A quick check to see if she had unintentionally drooled on Derik and then turn the TV off are the first things she does. The first thoughts she has are should I stay or should I go. Depending what she does can either ruin things or can restart things. Yvonne isn't even sure if she wants to restart with Derik, let alone whether leaving or staying will accomplish that.

She's getting cold but doesn't want to get up for a blanket in case she wakes Derik. Waking Derik will make it impossible for her to just leave quietly and it will put her on the spot if Derik asks what she wants to do.

Yvonne takes a moment looking at his handsome face. His full lips barely shut. Thick dark brown eyebrows hanging over his softly closed eyes. Prominent cheek bones complimented by a sculpted jaw line that ends with a perfectly proportionate chin. Even his nose looks sexy Yvonne thinks to herself.

She wants to nibble on his earlobe, drag her teeth along his shoulders and run her hands over his abs and chest then back again and again. She wants to feel his hands touch her, hold her...grab her. She desires a kiss that's deep, messy and passionate. She now needs, not wants, to put her hand between his legs to hold his partly aroused...

Breaking the lustful silence, Yvonne's cell phone rings. Is it Hayden Yvonne thinks as she fumbles through her purse to shut it off.


My novels:

A few of my poems, enjoy : )


-Tides of Fear Pools of Pain-

“Receding like the tide exposing all the hurt
Nothing can bring it back nothing could have held it in place

Emptiness fills the spaces leaving no room for living
Silence will not bring peace only pause from the pain

What is lost can't be missed without any love
To miss out on this love is to miss out on life itself

I see what I lost now I hear my silence coming
Nothing can stop me and nothing will bring me back”

Excerpt From: Millar, Aaron. “A Miracle's Path.”
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-GEM-

"Why is a gem so desired and valued so much that people will spend a fortune to have
Wage wars to posses and risk lives to own

 Is it the glitter, the sparkle, the wealth or value? No.

It's the way it makes you feel when you look at it
It's the way it warms your heart while wearing it
Knowing you have something one of a kind

Beauty second to none...incomparable to anything else in the world...a gem
Dani, you are my gem"

Excerpt From: Millar, Aaron. “A Miracle's Path.”
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-Organic Sunscreen-

"Naked and blistering from the rays of reality's radiance
No shelter, no relief and no mercy

Unfortunate and inexperienced ones parish first
Dependent and the naive follow
Innocent and undisciplined fall prey too

Cynicism never saves only traps
Cruelty returns evermore bitter

Hate will devour from within to the core
Violence is blind, destructive and supererogatory
Force, manipulation and deceit have their consequences

Trust doesn't come calling nor can it be earned..it's recognized
Acceptance is earned and character strengthens in time

Honesty and generosity need be moderated and measured
Forgiveness above all else if it's deserving and warranted
Swaddle your blisters with cloth saturated in love, joy and courage"

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-The Need-

“I feel it bury itself deep inside me and sure like a childhood memory
Its warmth wraps me in a satisfying completeness

I wait eagerly for it to come-developing slowly-budding then flowering
My time spent with it is precious and adored

Grudgingly I accept the passing of its temporary existence
Its inevitable absence withdraws the felicity and deposits the listlessness

I enact its return but am powerless to control it
I fool myself at first then fool myself again

If it were a good friend it would have left me, knowing it would be best
If it were an enemy it would have left me in its wake to drown

I feel vulnerable and lost without its presence
When I'm with it I am still searching but comforted

It can't last forever things this good never do
Its end will be abrupt if I see it thru…its end will be agonizingly long if I end it now
I always want to be with it but I never want to face it
Just as it fulfills me…some day it will destroy me.”

Excerpt From: Millar, Aaron. “A Miracle's Path.”
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-Mother-

Birthed and cared for from one in the same
To their grave they will be grand if lucky they will be great

Above everything else their purpose to be one
Nothing they wouldn't sacrifice or risk to provide

Speechless beauty and unyielding presence
Warmth compassion and endless patience

A bond greater than their own desires and passions
A miracle appreciated for a lifetime

Forever loved and always loving
From for which we come to which we owe with honor

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Novels by Aaron Millar

A Miracle's Path


Glagnodian's Vengeance

Hey friends, followers and readers I'm posting 1,000-1500 word segments of a novella. I suppose you could call it an erotic thriller. Parts of it will be sexually explicit, very explicit just so you know.

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Let me know what you think, good or bad. Feel free to leave a "public" comment or send me a personal message.

The story isn't finished. This is why I am posting segments. When a segment gets posted it's because I just finished writing it for the first time.

This is an experiment to find out if I got what it takes to write erotica. Wish me luck ; )

Novella's title: "Torn Between Alphas"

The story is about a young woman named Yvonne who is currently in love and lust : ) for two guys named Hayden and Derik. She has prior history with Derik who helped her out when she was down on her luck but now Hayden is in the picture but this relationship is complicated and mildly twisted.


"Torn Between Alphas"
(Part 1) 9/19/15


"Being with him, you ask?" Said a young woman with raven dark hair wearing emerald green colored contacts. "It's like the first touch. It's special, soft and personalized. It makes me feel the way I do when I hear a new song for the first time and it's an instant favorite. The lyrics, the beat, the tempo everything sounds and feels right. It was meant to be. I can't resist it and I don't want to," she said in a self-indulgent tone.

"Yvonne, I understand his allure," rolling his eyes. "But just like that song..after a while, it loses its appeal."

"No! You don't understand it," fists clenched. "You're jealous of it. You've never felt the way I do when I'm with him because if you did, you'd still be with that person," index finger thrust in his face. "Nothing..nothing could separate that sort of connection."

"What about us?"

"Don't get in between me and him because if you do I'll expose you Derik; then watch you get cut to ribbons without an ounce of regret or a drop of tears," Yvonne said crossing her arms tightly.

"This is what we have become, animals?" Derik said placing his hands on his hips.

"Look, you warned me about Hayden and I'm warning you not to get in between us," Yvonne said unable to look Derik in the eyes.

"I don't want to see you get hurt Yvonne," Derik said softly with his arms held out towards Yvonne.

"Neither do I want to see you get hurt," Yvonne said turning her body to the side away from Derik's sad face while whipping her long dark wavy hair.

"How can you turn on me in an instant like this? When I found you..."

"Save it Derik! I don't wanna hear the 'When I found you' story again. Everyone falls on hard luck or stumbles because of poor decisions sooner or later. You happened to arrive at the right time...that's all. As for now, I wouldn't give you a second look," Yvonne said sharply when she quickly looked Derik up and down then cruelly smirked at him.

"That's bull and you know it!" Derik runs his hand through his long sandy blonde hair. "So go ahead, expose me. Then we'll both find out for ourselves what Hayden and his crew are really made of. And afterwards, this time, nobody will be there to help you pick up the pieces. I'm calling you out, it's your move now." Derik grabs his jacket and storms out of the bar rudely knocking into anyone in his way.

Yvonne agitatedly played with the straw in her nearly untouched drink. She knew there was no upside to either outcome of the situation she put herself in. Deep down, she knew she still loved Derik for all the right reasons but Hayden not only lit her flame of desire he fueled it to an inferno. She can't imagine an existence without the feeling she gets while being with him.

(Part 2) 9/22/15

Yvonne grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She felt shitty about the way she treated Derik while she was walking on the sidewalk headed for her car. She took a drag off her E-cigarette and exhaled slowly when she heard the familiar rumble of a motorcycle. Not any motorcycle. This motorcycle was a full custom built bike.

Before she had a chance to turn her head and confirm whose bike it was, she heard his voice. "Hey pretty baby. What you do'n out here?" Thoughts of Derik evaporated into thin air instantly.

"I could ask you the same question," Yvonne said with her eyes lit up like signal flares and her pupils dilated wide open taking in every gorgeous light ray that reflected off him.

"I was just out for a ride when I saw your sexy legs in them stiletto heeled shoes strut'n your shit down the street, pretty baby," he said with a devilish smirk on his face.

Yvonne loved it when he called her pretty baby. "You must be cold wearing that short skirt and little top," he said.

"My car isn't far from here," Yvonne said.

He parked his motorcycle and took off his leather jacket then headed for Yvonne. His shirt was sleeveless and very, very tight. Yvonne admired how thick and well proportioned his arms were. Even his deltoids were as bitable as his arms. His chest was so developed that it made a little tent with the t-shirt in between his pecs.

He put the jacket around Yvonne's shoulders and Yvonne grasped his abs with her fingernails slowly clawing them feeling each and every hard ripple. She stared deep into his electric blue eyes and subconsciously licked her full pouty lips. This made him crack a slight smile as he cradled her jaw with both hands while his fingertips gently rubbed her ear lobes. "So, you gonna tell me?" He asked.

"Tell you what, Hayden?"

"What you're doing out here?" Hayden said as he put a firmer grip on Yvonne's jaw line.

"Just, just...visiting an old friend who needed some advice about a problem they're going through."

Hayden took the E-cigarette out of Yvonne's hand. "When did you start with these?"

"A girlfriend of mine had me try it. I kinda like them. They come in different flavors you know. This one is butterscotch. Give it a try."

"No thanks. If I want butterscotch, I'll eat some candy before I put that girly thing in my mouth," Hayden said.

Yvonne switched to the E-cigarette for more than just the selection in flavors. She recently became pregnant but the real problem was she wasn't sure who's the father, Derik or Hayden. She's had a lot of sex with both men in the same time frame. Sometimes in the same day even.

Simply thinking about the last time Hayden was inside of her made Yvonne aroused let alone being wrapped in his leather jacket smelling him and feeling his strong hands hold her face. Yvonne thought if she was going to get any sleep tonight, she would have to sleep with him, no, make that screw the shit out of Hayden...better yet, get the commonsense fucked out of her by Hayden's massively hard and...

"You know what I'm think'n right now?" Hayden asked.

You want to fill me with every last inch of your, desire, she hoped. "That you're hungry and you want to go get some chow," Yvonne said unenthusiastically.

Hayden pointed at an abandoned and boarded up liquor store at the end of the block then took his index finger and middle finger and pressed against Yvonne's lips. Yvonne opened her mouth and closed her eyes as she sucked Hayden's fingers. After only moments being in her warm wet mouth, Hayden withdrew his fingers slowly slid them down the front of her body then up her skirt and under her lace panties.

Yvonne was already plenty moist but appreciated the thoughtfulness.

Hayden playfully pulled Yvonne's head back by her hair and ran his tongue from her shoulder up to her ear without missing a step in the circular rhythm his other hand was doing on her clitoris. "I want you pretty baby," Hayden whispered into Yvonne's ear while his lips pressed against it and his tongue lashed around her inner ear.

"I do too. I want it now, right now and real bad," Yvonne whispered back as she placed her hand on the bulge between Hayden's legs.

(Part 3) 9/24/2015


Hayden releases his grip on Yvonne's hair and grabs her right wrist with his left hand. "Come on." Tugging at her wrist. "Come with me, let's go," Hayden insists.

"Where? To that shut down store?" Yvonne asks

Hayden exhales impatiently, "You see a better place?"

"My car is right over there."

"Yvonne, a car won't do for what I'm in the mood for," Hayden says

Yvonne looks at Hayden with a smile that reaches from ear to ear. "If you can find a way in, then I'm all for it."

Both Yvonne and Hayden hustle down to the end of the block smiling at each other playfully. When they reach the abandoned store, Hayden looks for any windows that may have a board partially broken free so he can get a grip on a corner or edge and try to pull it free from the building.

"Hayden, I think I found..."

"Babe, hold the chit chat until we're inside other wise it's just a distraction that's gonna slow us down," Hayden says dismissively.

Yvonne drops the board she found that was placed over a window but not nailed down. The loud noise grabs Hayden's attention. "How did you get that..."

"Hold the chit chat and lift me up into this window," Yvonne says then bites her partially stuck out tongue.

Inside the store it was very dark. The only light in the room came from cracks in the other boarded up windows and the indirect light coming from the alley adjacent to the window they entered from. Oddly, from what they could see and smell, the space inside wasn't as dusty and musty as they would expect.

Hayden walks over to the far wall and motions Yvonne to follow. Yvonne slides her panties off during her walk over to Hayden and lets them drop to the floor and steps out of them biting her lower lip with her eyes locked on Hayden's growing desire.

Yvonne thrust Hayden against the wall with both hands and digs her finger nails into his chest and holds her lips hardly a micron away from his. She feels his heart starting to increase in pace and intensity. For Yvonne, knowing she aroused him, just...did it for her.

She squats down with her claws still dug into Hayden's T-shirt, stretching and tearing the threads. Her head was now level with his belt which she used her teeth and talented tongue to unbuckle. After the belt was undone she uses her fingers to unzip his faded jeans and his engorged hard-on sprang out and slides off the side of her face. "You should know by now I jump without a parachute," Hayden says.

"Believe me, I don't mind one bit," Yvonne says then grabs it with one hand and holds it against her face rubbing it with her palm. Her other hand is between her legs touching herself.

"Go on, pretty baby," Hayden says as he spreads his feet a little farther apart.

Yvonne teases the tip of his head with her tongue ring. Over and over she teased his tip while one hand palms the smooth skin of his waxed scrotum and the other strokes his growing shaft.

Most men Yvonne has been with would bust by now but not Hayden. He had supernatural control and Yvonne loved it. Getting him to finish was a self-fulfilling accomplishment.

Even Yvonne was craving more than just the teasing now. She places his impossibly hard member into her mouth and grips both his defined obliques and begins throating his hard-on. Gradually she inserts his cock deeper into the back of her throat.

Hayden holds each side of her head with his hands. "Take it pretty baby, deeper now," he says. Yvonne felt the rim of his head entering and exiting the back of her throat as her forehead smacks up against his lower ab. "Good girl," Hayden said while holding her head still as he began the thrusting in and out.

Yvonne feels and tastes Hayden's pre-cum shortly before he changes his rhythm. His girth pushes on the corners of her mouth with each successive thrust. Yvonne grabs Hayden's wrists and pins them forcefully against the wall as she took back control. She looks into Hayden's eyes and they are focused almost angry looking. She wouldn't take her eyes off his until he comes down the back of her throat and Hayden wouldn't have it any other way either.

He's under her control. She's in charge. She has seen Hayden rip guys even bigger than him into pieces. He'd intimidate anyone that dares cross his path. But now she has the power over him. She feeds ravenously off of it.

She could hardly breathe but knew he was getting close. She takes it all in and tongues his sack with only moving her head back and forth by an inch or less faster and faster..."Pretty baby, fuck pretty...oh fuck. His abs constrict, his hands break free and hold her still while his knees buckle slightly. He releases and Yvonne starts to gag but stops herself. His muscles relax and he pulls her up for a deep and passionate kiss.

No sooner than when Hayden finished zipping his pants, they both hear a door slam followed by footsteps. They make their way towards the window when suddenly the lights are flipped on.

Hayden's and Yvonne's eyes blink as they try to adjust to the bright lights. Confronting them is a very large and angry man. Hayden sizes him up immediately as does the large man. The large man notes the drool marks on Yvonne's shirt and sees panties on the floor.

(Part 4). 10/2/15

Hayden and Yvonne notice that the room is filled with all sorts of packaging supplies, scales and other odd looking equipment. Hayden speaks first and as soon as his lips start moving the large man crosses his arms. "Look buddy we're sorry if we intruded but we thought the building was empty and we just wanted to, well, you know," Hayden says motioning at the black lace panties on the floor with a smile.

The large man unfolds his arms and pulls the long gray haired and braided ponytail he has over his shoulder then begins to play with the frayed ends while replying to Hayden. "Yeah, I get that. But...we have a problem now and I only know of one way to solve it," the large man says then tosses the ponytail back behind his shoulder.

"Right now there isn't a problem, buddy," Hayden says in a firm tone then grabs Yvonne by the arm and turns towards the window. "If you try to stop us from leaving out that window, then you will have a problem, buddy."

"Time to go to work boys," the large man says.

Three men enter the room from the same hallway the first man came in from. All three of the men are just as big and look just as tough as the the man with the ponytail but younger.

Hayden was up against it. His gun is stashed away on his motorcycle and his blade is in his jacket that Yvonne is wearing but he always made sure he had something to brawl with. Hayden steps in front of Yvonne and slaps the front pocket of his jacket two quick times and mumbles "pretty baby".

"I don't care how many guys walk into this room, you'll be the first person I take down," Hayden says.

"You don't have to act tough in front of your whore, boy. We're not going to kill you. Murders can get a little, sticky. Besides, I enjoy handing out a good beating more. Something to do with hearing the bones snap and watching the blood splatter I suppose. It will also serve as an assurance that what you see in this room won't be remembered," the large man says with a sardonic laugh.

The three other men extend retractable police batons they initially had hidden and begin to spread out to form a circle around Hayden. The man with the ponytail takes out a wooden mallet that had plenty of nicks and chips taken out of it along with some stains on it that are, blood red of course.

"I'm no boy scout so the last thing I would do is go to the police," Hayden says.

"Police, shit I've got that covered. No boy, I'll sleep better knowing you and the rest of your little boyfriends won't come back here after I pound some understanding into you. I don't care much for regrets so allowing you to just walk in on my trafficking operation then simply turn around and walk out doesn't sit well with me."

One of the three men suddenly lunges in swinging his baton overhead and down towards Hayden's head. Hayden leaps forward and to his right on a forty five degree angle dodging the baton strike while pulling his already unbuckled belt off his jeans. Hayden pivots to his left and whips the man who swung the club at his head in the face with the belt's buckle.

A second man attacks Hayden from the rear swinging his baton horizontally at the side of Hayden's head. Hayden bends at the waist and crouches down avoiding the strike simultaneously planting a rear heel kick into the groin of the attacker that causes him to drop his club and bend at the waist. Hayden then stands and twists his whole body to face the attacker landing an elbow strike flush against the attacker's jaw sending him to the floor hard.

"Pretty baby," Hayden shouts.

Yvonne throws Hayden his knife. Hayden reaches for it in the air but a split second before he tries snatching it out of the air it is knocked away by the attacker that was hit in the face with the belt buckle. The third attacker loops his baton over Hayden's head from behind and holds it across the front of his neck, chocking him. The other attacker, hit in the face from the belt buckle, begins pounding Hayden's abs and ribs with his baton.

Yvonne screams and the man with the ponytail chuckles and says, "Don't worry honey we'll be a little more gentle when it's your turn."

Yvonne pulls off her shoe and slams the pointed tip of her stiletto heel into the ear of the attacker hitting Hayden's ribs. Hayden holds onto the the baton around his neck like he was doing a pull up. He lifts his feet off the floor and brings his knees to his chest then thrusts both of his legs out kicking the other attacker, with a shoe stuck in his ear, in the chest knocking him to the floor. The rebound force from kicking the attacker in the chest, pushes Hayden and the attacker chocking him onto their backs. Hayden's body falling on the attacker knocks the wind out of the attacker long enough for Hayden to break free.

The man with the ponytail steps in and hits Hayden across his face breaking his nose immediately. Hayden falls to the floor on his knees and sees his blade on the floor and it's within reach. The ponytailed man attacks again. With his left arm, Hayden takes the brunt of the mallet strike meant for the back of his head.

When the attacker withdraws his wooden mallet and reaches back for another damaging blow, Hayden picks up the blade and with both hands spears it into the top of the attacker's foot right through the boot laces.

Instantly the attacker bellows loudly in great agony. Hayden forcefully turns the blade a quarter turn yielding more groans of agony from the attacker. The attacker that was previously chocking Hayden stands motionless for a moment then turns and runs out of the room.

Bleeding from his nose and taking rapid deep breaths, Hayden kicks the ponytailed man in his gut thereby causing him to drop his wooden mallet. The other two attackers are still on the floor dazed and confused but starting to come around.

Hayden picks up the wooden mallet and says, "Now, we have an understanding." Swinging the mallet like a baseball bat, Hayden slugs the man in his mouth knocking three teeth clean out of his jaw. The man drops to the floor unconscious with his foot still pinned to the floor.

Hayden yanks his knife out then cuts the man's ponytail off and uses it to wipe the blood off his blade.

"Let's get the fuck out of here now, Yvonne!" Hayden says.


(Part 5) 10/16/15


Hayden thumbs the starter button on his motorcycle and after a couple of turnovers the motor came to life as the high compression pistons bark their exhaust note out of the exhaust pipes. "Your nose, it's still bleeding," Yvonne says nearly in tears.

Hayden pulls off his shirt and uses it to hold back the bleeding by tying it around his face like a bandanna. He then takes a few deep breaths and places both of his hands on his nose forcefully setting it back into its original position. "Hop on we're going to take a ride to the shop," Hayden says in a muffled voice.

"It's late babe. Nobody will be there," Yvonne says with fresh tears on her cheek.

Hayden brushes the back of his fingers softly against Yvonne's cheek and captures a couple of her tears before they fall from her chin. He gently lifts her head by the chin with his other hand looking her straight in the eyes, dabbing his tongue on his fingers tasting her tears. "Every drop of you is sweet as honey."

Those words perk up Yvonne and draw a smile out of her. "My car is here. Let's just call it a night."

"The shop will be open. The boys are working on a customer's car that has to be delivered tomorrow. And don't worry about your car, it'll be here in the morning."

Yvonne swings a leg over the motorcycle's passenger seat and holds Hayden tight with her arms wrapping around him. "Need your jacket back?"

"No, I've ridden in colder weather. Just hold me tight and let your body warm me up."

With her arms wrapping around Hayden's bare chest, she pulls her chest up against Hayden's back and presses her inner thighs firmly around Hayden's hips. Hayden pulls in the clutch lever and drops the bike into first gear then cracks the throttle spinning the rear tire slightly on the cold damp pavement.

The two of them race through town as they climb through the gears and lean into the turns as one. Yvonne can smell Hayden's wonderful smell as she grips his chest pulling her nose close to the back of his neck. The clean smell of his thick wavy dark hair prompted her to run her tongue along the back of his neck and up to his ear where she nibbled on his ear lobe. Hayden reaches back and playfully pinches her thigh but Yvonne continues with his ear the rest of the way to the shop.

The passionate couple arrive at the shop shortly before Hayden's crew finishes with the car they are working on. After Hayden parks the bike he takes off the shirt that was tied around his face and picks Yvonne off the bike with both arms. Yvonne hooks her legs around his waist. "I'm gonna make you pay for teasing me the whole way here," Hayden says.

"Not if I get you first," Yvonne replies giggling.

The two of them walk in through the backdoor and are immediately greeted with handshakes and hugs. Hayden has four guys working for him, all of which are close friends. Hayden handles all the customer orders, issues and deliveries. Payton handles all the ordering of the materials, tools, supplies and gives a hand when they are pressed to meet a deadline. Remmy is their engine builder and tuner while Gavin is the paint and body man. The fourth guy is in charge of operations. He helps out with every step of the projects and makes sure that business and the money keep flowing smoothly. His name is Derik...yep, the same Derik that was at the bar with Yvonne earlier in the night.

(Part 6) 11/3/15

Hayden's taste was still in Yvonne's mouth while she locked eyes with Derik. Derik looks happy to see Yvonne but disappointed that she arrived with with Hayden. Derik knew Hayden well before he met Yvonne. Hayden takes what he wants. When he wanted Yvonne, Derik stepped aside.

"What happened to your pretty face Hayden?" Remmy asks, pointing at Hayden's nose with a wrench.

"You should see the other guys! Ha ha...Enough already, Yvonne, Red Bull and vodka? Bring the bottles," Hayden says.

Derik looks away and Yvonne tosses her purse on a work bench then walks into the office and digs through the mini-fridge.

"Is the job done? I need to deliver it tomorrow morning and Camier won't accept any delays," Hayden asks.

"Yeah, it's done," Gavin says then slams the hood shut.

"Join me in a few drinks then. You guys deserve it," Hayden says.

"We're beat so we'll have one for the road but then we're gonna split," Peyton says with the other guys agreeing.

"For the road then," Hayden says holding up his glass.

Yvonne goes over to Derik and hands him a drink. "Don't ask. It's been a rough night," Yvonne says.

"I wasn't going to. Are you alright though?" Derik asks as he rests his hands on Yvonne's shoulders.

"Yup, Hayden took care of the trouble and me just fine."

"It probably was Hayden that got you into that trouble, wasn't it?"

Yvonne rolls her eyes and shakes Derik's hands off her shoulders and takes a slug off her drink. The other guys leave the shop as evidenced by the loud rumbling of their motorcycles' pipes rattling the shop's windows as they rode away.

Yvonne and Derik are still facing each other when Hayden came up behind Yvonne and slides his hands under her skirt. Both Derik and Yvonne turn and look at Hayden then say, "We were talk'n here."

Hayden turns Yvonne around with her back pushed against Derik's chest and says, "Don't let me stop you, I don't need Yvonne's mouth for anything." Hayden then squats down and puts his head underneath Yvonne's skirt and lifts her legs setting the backs of her thighs on his shoulders. Out of reflex not to fall Yvonne grabs Derik reaching around his head holding onto the back of it for balance.

Yvonne digs her hands into Derik's hair and lays her head back on his shoulder with her feet pointed straight up as her heels dangle from her toes. She pulls Hayden in closer and tighter forcing everyone against the wall close behind them. Yvonne looks up at Derik, licks her lips and asks him to kiss her.

"This is enough," Derik says but Hayden and Yvonne don't stop. Derik lifts Yvonne off Hayden's shoulders and sets her on a short filling cabinet. "I said enough already!" Derik barks.

Hayden stands up and wipes off his chin on the back of his wrist. "What's the problem?"

"The problem? You know me and Yvonne have history together. That's the problem."

"Of course I know this and that's why I thought you wouldn't mind. I know my pretty baby wasn't minding too much," Hayden says smiling at Yvonne who is looking at the floor.

"Don't ever try that again. I don't like it," Derik says.

"Good to know. I meant no disrespect. I guess I didn't realize you still...felt for her," Hayden says.

"The keys to Camier's car are in the office on the hook. I'll see you tomorrow, it's late," Derik says.

Yvonne is disappointed and glad to see Derik leave. She knows they still have feelings for each other. Sharing with Hayden would have been hurtful and damaging to them both but her wild side is disappointed having come so close to her ultimate erotic fantasy then watching it walk out the door.

(PART 7) 12/17/15

The sound of the last empty can of RedBull rattling in the metal wastepaper basket, after Hayden tosses it in, interrupts Yvonne's thoughts of Derik. She turns around to find Hayden standing in the doorway of the office. His eyes are tired looking and he has a mischievous buzzed smirk on his face. He calls her over using just his index finger motioning her.

Yvonne smiles and moves towards him. He cranks the seat height adjustment on the office chair as high as it will go. "What are you up to now?" Yvonne asks as she throws her hair back behind her shoulder.

"I seem to remember we were rudely interrupted earlier and didn't get a chance to finish what we started," Hayden says.

"Well, I seem to recall someone finished," Yvonne says then bit the tip of her tongue.

"Come here pretty baby, have a seat."

"That old chair won't last two minutes with us two going at it."

"Only you'll be sitting on the chair."

Hayden leads Yvonne by the hand and sits her down on the chair. Next, he kneels down in front of her. He looks at her pretty pink slit for a moment then slides her skirt off and tosses it on the desk. "Lean all the way back pretty baby."

Yvonne didn't see the need for the special use of the chair as a prop, until Hayden began. He set her legs over the chair's arm rests and starts rubbing his chin in a fast motion left and right then half circles going clockwise and counter clockwise.

Yvonne has one hand running through his thick hair and the other hand's fingers in Hayden's mouth. She starts to wrap her legs around Hayden's shoulders and feels his ears tickling her inner thighs as he rotates his head. She pulls his head in close and tight but Hayden pulls his head back and returns her legs to the arm rest. "Patience pretty baby and mind the nose," Hayden says.

Of course his broken nose Yvonne thinks to herself. Hayden works his chin vigorously and starts working the tip of his tongue into the mix by sticking it out as far as he can, sandwiching it between Yvonne's clit and his chin.

Yvonne claws at Hayden's muscular shoulders while Hayden places his hands under Yvonne's ass palms up. Hayden's tongue was now lapping, swirling, wriggling and dancing in every direction, alternating rhythms until just the right response from Yvonne is given. Then he stays there and repeats over and over until she is so out of breath that she can no longer moan his name out loud anymore.

Yvonne feels like Hayden is in her thoughts and that his tongue is just an extension of her own finger or vibrator as he holds her lifted off the chair while cradling her in his hands placing his tongue and lips in all the right places at all the right times. She wants to throw him on the floor face up and grind his head into the floor until it was paste.

Hayden gives her a moment's rest before he gives a little attention to her other opening. He catches Yvonne by surprise but she has no complaints as she touches herself in unison. She fondly remembers Hayden gets a little adventurous after he's had a few drinks.

Hayden abruptly picks Yvonne up off the chair and positions her on the desk on her back with her knees pinned to her chest with his hands. "Take it out," Hayden says.

Like a professional pick pocket thief, Yvonne's fingers undo his belt and zipper. Hayden's jeans fall to the floor with his belt buckle making an audible clunk.

Yvonne goes to insert his engorged member but Hayden stops her. "Just use the head and finish yourself," Hayden says.
Yvonne uses his manhood like a tool, no, a toy. A toy that she now feels throbbing in the palm of her hand. She tugs it into position and throttles the head like a wand over her clit. Her other hand digs her fingernails into his arm feeling it flex as it holds back her leg.

Closer and closer Yvonne climbs to her climax. She feels it building then backs off a little and slaps Hayden's cock on her thigh then puts it in all the way with one quick shove and feels him fill up her whole cavity. A couple more long deliberate shoves and she pulls it out and presses the head back over her clit with the palm of her hand as she pushes it side to side faster and faster. She presses harder cupping her palm to hold his raging hard on right where she needs it.

Yvonne feels the big O sneaking up on her. It hits unexpectedly, early and hard. Hayden releases nearly at the same time sending his love in spurts across Yvonne's tummy and up to her breasts. Yvonne holds his cock firmly while he is ejaculating.

Hayden collapses on top of Yvonne. The two of them breathe heavily. They lay there sweaty and silent.

(Part 8) 1/5/16


Yvonne is woken up by the sound of a metal locker being shut. She didn't know how long she was asleep for. She sits up on the desk and peels some papers off that were stuck to her sweaty back. Hayden's love was still a little bit sticky on her chest and tummy, therefore, she knew she must have been asleep only for a short while.

Hayden is putting on one of the shops work shirts that he took from the locker. He takes a long look at Yvonne's naked body and says, "You can clean yourself up from my work in the bathroom. There should be some clean towels and soap in there."

"Babe, if you want to call that work then I'm gonna have you put in some overtime with no days off in the foreseeable future," Yvonne says.

The two of them get cleaned up and walk out to Hayden's motorcycle. It's very late at night or depending how you look at it, very early in the morning. Hayden fires up his ride and lets the engine warm up a little. "Hop on. We need to get going," Hayden says.

"Hop on? Aren't you going to call me a cab? Your place is over forty minutes from here let alone where my car is parked," Yvonne says confused.

"You're coming back to my place tonight," Hayden says.

Yvonne's eyes light up and her mouth begins to open but no words come out right away. She has only been to Hayden's place twice. Once for a Fourth of July bash he was hosting and the other time when he needed a ride home from the airport.

Yvonne slings Hayden's jacket on then wraps her whole body tight to Hayden's. After a few blips of the throttle, Hayden puts the bike in gear and releases the clutch, tearing out of the shop's parking lot.
Most of the ride to Hayden's place is on the highway. He lives about forty minutes north of the shop near a heavily wooded area. His house sits on the shore of a private lake shared by only two other homes, both of which, are on the other side of the lake.

Excitement grows inside Yvonne's head. Have I finally tamed this wild horse she thinks to herself. She can hardly contain her emotion as they pulled into Hayden's driveway. He hit the button on his garage remote and pulls into the garage. Yvonne pops off the bike and leans against Hayden's sport sedan. "Do you like it?" Hayden asks.

Lost in her thoughts Yvonne looks at Hayden funny and says, "I'm sorry babe do I like what?"

"Turn around," Hayden says.

Yvonne steps forward and turns around. She suddenly realizes Hayden has a new car. It looks gorgeous at the same time mean and aggressive. She was so lost in her thoughts of Hayden that she didn't even realize she was leaning up against his new car.

"I do. I like it a lot," Yvonne says.

"But you didn't even notice it until I said something," Hayden says.

"Babe, honestly, I'm wiped out."

"I suppose you're right. Come here," Hayden says as he wraps his arm around Yvonne and leads her into his house.

The house is dark inside. The only light is the moonlight that's pouring in from the glass sliding doors, that lead out to the deck built all the way out to the lake and is attached to the dock. When Yvonne first saw Hayden's place, she was with Derik, and it was during his July 4th party. She thought how perfectly romantic this scenario was. Alone with Hayden at his place and a moonlit sky no less.

Hayden takes off his boots as does Yvonne with her heels. He doesn't turn any lights on and leads her to his bedroom by taking her hand. Her feet feel the hardwood floors as they pass over the living room floor then the cold ceramic tiles when they move through the kitchen and finally the soft plush carpeting of the hallway leading to his bedroom.

He opens the door and a motion detector turns on a dim nightlight. Hayden begins to undress while Yvonne looks around. His room is about what she expected. Simple, neat but tasteful and cozy. Just a few picture frames on the wall but she can't make out the image with the dim light. A long dark wood dresser with a few knick-knacks on it sits against the near wall. A half full bookcase with an elegant lamp and comfy chair next to it are set in the far corner. And of course the bed. It's a kingsize, naturally, with expensive looking bedding and big puffy pillows. Not surprisingly, the headboard looks a little, distressed, maybe loose or broken in shall we say.

Hayden flops right down into his bed and the head board creaks and shimmies slightly. He pulls the covers over himself and says goodnight. Disappointed, Yvonne gets into bed and reminds herself there's still tomorrow morning...and afternoon.

Morning came all too quick. When they woke up, both felt like they only slept a couple of hours but it was nearly 11:00 a.m. Before Yvonne had a chance to say anything, Hayden calls for the shower. She was hoping to get in there first. Smelling like nearly two days old sex wasn't going to help her cause. Then again, Yvonne remembers that Hayden's bathroom has a large walk-in shower that's plenty big for two.

She realizes her legs need shaving because of some stubble as does her, cookie jar. Yvonne fumbles through Hayden's bathroom closet and finds a disposable Gillette razor. She taps on the steamed-up glass door of the shower and smiles at Hayden, once she has his attention. He raises his eyebrows and opens the door. "Good morning pretty baby," Hayden says.

Yvonne watches as Hayden strokes his penis lathering it with soap along with the rest of his package. "Yes it is," she says nipping the tip of her tongue with the front of her teeth.

Yvonne feels the hot humid air rush all over her body, temporarily giving her goosebumps. She steps in and feels the jets of hot water hitting her back and calves. Hayden is lathered up and about ready to rinse off. Yvonne scoops some of his lather off his chest, shoulders and butt then slaps him in the ass, watching it jiggle only slightly before it goes right back to its tight cute form.

Yvonne soaps up her thighs as quickly as she can along with her armpits and cookie jar. Hayden begins to wash his hair almost oblivious to Yvonne's presence. Yvonne starts shaving her legs hoping to finish before Hayden does.

She finishes her legs as Hayden is rinsing the soap out of his thick wavy hair. Quickly, she hits her armpits with the razor as Hayden finishes rinsing his hair. He steps out from under the water and gently takes the razor from her hand. Yvonne flutters and opens her legs slightly but Hayden turns away after rinsing the razor off and begins shaving his face, using the mirror hanging on a hook next to the basket holding the shampoo, washcloth and other shower items.

Yvonne rinses off her 90% shaved body. Hayden finishes shaving his face. They make eye contact with each other for a moment, then, in an instant, Hayden grabs a fist full of Yvonne's hair by the back of her head and pulls her in for a deep passionate kiss.

After a few minutes of tongue dancing, Yvonne makes a move for Hayden's flaccid cock. She begins to kneel down but Hayden stops her and positions his left leg in between her legs and puts her left hand on his cock. She starts to stroke it up and down while rotating her wrist finishing with a circular rub with the palm of her hand on the head of his penis. Repeatedly she uses this motion as Hayden's cock begins to fill with blood. Hayden squirts some shower gel down there then pulls Yvonne's cookie tight to his leg.

She watches his penis grow. It steadily fills out in both length and girth. Now she uses both of her hands, one stacked on top of the other, stroking, rotating and palming. Yvonne starts to move her body along with the up and down strokes of her hands with her cookie firmly rubbing on Hayden's quad. Her stroking and grinding of her crotch on Hayden's leg start moving in unison.

She remembers the first time Hayden took his cock out. She was convinced it wouldn't fit without some degree of discomfort, if not, pain. Hayden was patient though and took his time and it went in just fine. His size was felt for sure but it wasn't rammed in; it was worked in. Being as wet and gooey as the inside of a jelly filled donut didn't hurt either, she remembers.

Yvonne arches her back and grinds her pelvis more and more as she gets aroused from riding Hayden's leg. "That's it pretty baby. Ride it. Ride it slow and hard," Hayden says.

Yvonne wraps her right arm around Hayden's waist with her hand hooking onto his perfectly defined oblique while her left hand continues stroking Hayden's enormous shaft. Hayden aids with Yvonne's grinding by flexing his quad muscle giving her a firmer surface to ride on. This move intensifies Yvonne's arousal causing her to start moaning and panting. Hayden kicks it up a notch, again, by lifting his leg and placing his foot on the seat built into the shower wall. Yvonne wraps her legs around his leg pushing herself forward and back with the balls of her feet placed on the seat also. Hayden holds firmly onto the towel bar hoping it doesn't give way.

Yvonne is entering a zone of severely intense ecstasy. In one arm she held Hayden's rock hard sculpted naked wet body. In the other hand she holds a huge throbbing cock ready to explode on her while she rides up and down his leg, clinging to it like a sex starved koala bear.

The blue, yellow and green mosaic tiles on the shower walls started to blur into one color for Yvonne. She almost feels short of breath she is so excited. Riding up and down, back and forth thrusting her pelvis along his thigh brought back memories from when she first discovered her sexuality as a young girl. The act of it felt so natural and pleasing.

"Hayden...Oh Hayden," Yvonne cries out with joy and bliss.

She increases her pace from slow and hard to fast and harder. Her calves begin cramping up. She bites into Hayden's pec panting and moaning, "Hayden, finish me. Fucking finish me. Now, right now!

Hayden uses his left hand to push the small of her back up and down as he bends, straightens and flexes his leg repeatedly. "Right there, there, there. Fuck yeah baby. Furiously she grips Hayden's back with her right hand while slapping his long penis onto her clit. Her right hand is holding on to the lat muscle that makes the V shape in a fit man's back. Hayden's cock ejaculates all over her hand, belly and crotch.

Yvonne orgasms so hard physically and mentally. She releases her legs grip and can't even stand on her own. "You son of a bitch," she says to Hayden. He sets her down on the seat and turns off the water. "Yvonne, I'm speechless," Hayden says.

"Well, at least you can walk right now," Yvonne says.

"I didn't come out of this completely unscathed," Hayden says pointing at his left quad.

Yvonne covers her mouth with her hands and giggles as she looks at Hayden's leg that's chafed from her stubbled crotch riding and grinding on it for the past twenty minutes.

About fifteen minutes later, Hayden is pouring himself a fresh cup of single origin Costa Rican dark roast coffee when Yvonne limps out to the kitchen. "Want a cup?" Hayden asks.

"Sure and I'll take some Tylenol too if you have it," Yvonne says.

"Oh stop, you'll be fine pretty baby," Hayden says then holds up two bear claws. Yvonne nods yes and Hayden tosses them into a toaster oven to warm them up.

"What do you have planned for our day together, babe?" Yvonne asks with a smile and bright eyes awaiting Hayden's answer.

"Our day, together? I didn't plan anything. I have business to take care of," Hayden says.

"No problem. I don't mind waiting here for you to return. I can cook us something up for dinner or maybe I can pick up some carry out," Yvonne says.

"That will be a problem. I need you to help me deliver the customer's car the guys were working so hard on the past week or so," Hayden says.

"Me help? What the shit, can't one of your boys drive you back after you drop off the car?" Yvonne asks.

"Yeah, normally they would but this customer is very particular about who he does business with. He knows and trusts me and only me," Hayden says.

"Who or what am I then?" Yvonne asks.

"You're a woman and you're with me so this customer is cool with that," Hayden says.

"Is this why I'm here? Why I spent the night?" Yvonne asks angrily.

"For the most part, I guess. Why? What did you think you were doing here?"

Right at that very moment, Yvonne uses every ounce of self control to stop herself from pouring that single origin dark roast all over Hayden.


(Part 9) 1/17/16


Yvonne borrows a T-shirt and a pair of running shorts, with a draw string, from Hayden and grabs her purse just before they walk out to the garage. The firm leather seats in Hayden's luxury sport coupe are cold to the touch on Yvonne's hamstrings. Hayden is wearing tight black dress slacks with a snake skin belt that matches his boots. His crimson red dress shirt isn't tucked in or buttoned. Hayden shut the door and the car's cabin filled with his scent; clean, fresh, a hint of musk-irresistible. He hits the push button start and the supercharged motor comes to life with a tame but serious growl.

"Are we going Tango dancing babe?" Yvonne asks.

Hayden pulls his sunglasses down a bit and replies by furrowing his brow.

"Reddish shirt with tight black pants, not that I'm complaining about the fit, but the dramatic class in color and those...those boots?" Yvonne remarks.

"But the snake skin belt you have no problem with?" Hayden says.

Yvonne grabs his shirt and pulls it aside. "Your wearing a fucking belt that matches those boots."

"I'm in character, alright. Perez has a perception of me that works for business. This, this...Tango costume fits the look of the type of guy he's comfortable doing business with," Hayden explains.

"Perez, he must be the guy taking delivery of the car, huh."

Hayden pushes his shades back up then backs his car out of his garage.


Forty minutes later

"I have all the nanny controls turned all the way up but she'll still go like hell so take it easy on the gas," Hayden says.

"Just give me the customer's car, Rico," Yvonne says then bites the tip of her tongue.

"No, I can't have any traces left behind," Hayden says.

Hayden puts on a pair of latex gloves then gets into the customer car and pulls out into the street. Yvonne follows close behind as Hayden leads her to a highway on ramp. Yvonne curiously plays with some of the cars buttons and switches while listening to Hayden's "favorites" on his playlist. She can't help but think how this car is a mirror reflection of Hayden. The car is gorgeous, refined but has a wild side, performs well in all categories, makes you feel special just sitting in it when parked and delivers an exhilarating ride with no compromises or disappointments.


After a near one hour drive they exit the highway and cruise down some backroads. Hayden pulls the car over to the side of the road next to a soybean field and motions Yvonne to pull along side. "I'm gonna call you after the delivery is done. Until then, I want you to wait 2-3 miles up this road, okay," Hayden says.

"Are you anticipating any trouble?" Yvonne asks.

"With Perez trouble may always be around the corner. I just want to be careful."

"Thanks, you're so thoughtful," Yvonne says sharply.

"Oh shit, you'll be fine. They know my car."

"I thought this car was new?"

"It is but Perez keeps a close eye on his business associates. Regardless, you'll be fine. It's just better you don't know anything and that they know you don't know anything."

"Yeah, whatevs," Yvonne says just before she puts up the window and drives up the road.

A short ten minute wait passes by before two blacked-out SUVs can be seen heading towards Hayden. The vehicles were coming down the road from both directions towards each other with Hayden in the middle. As the one SUV passes by Yvonne, it slows down to a parking lot speed then speeds up after it passes her. Yvonne didn't see any of the passengers through the dark tinted windows of the SUV.

Hayden gets out of the car and leans on the front fender. Both of the SUVs stop about twenty feet away. The SUV to Hayden's left flashes its brights. Hayden heads over to it and stops when he gets to the drivers side passenger window. The window cracks open an inch or so; just enough for the barrel of a gun to poke through and no more.

"Who's the pretty lady with the green eyes?" A voice asks.

"A friend...a trusted, friend. It's cool. I needed a ride back," Hayden says cool and calmly.

The window lowers all the way. "Arturo, I figured that was your voice," Hayden says.

Arturo is sitting with six other thugs that look just as ugly as they are mean. Arturo pulls out a list then listens to his earpiece. "He wants to know if it's silk or just some cheap rayon bullshit?" Arturo asks.

Hayden smirks. "Silk, of course and yes the belt and boots are real. Viper, in case he was wondering."

"Let's take care of business. What's it got?" Arturo asks.

"Almost everything ordered. You got bulletproof windows and door panels, run flat tires, reinforced front and rear bumpers, oversized gas tank, heavy duty suspension, high performance brakes, nitro with five sprays and a CB scrambler," Hayden says.

"What about the hideaway compartment in the trunk?"

"Arturo, I made it clear there was a less than fifty/fifty chance I could make that work. It's a four door sedan from the late 90s so it has its limits," Hayden says.

Arturo listens to his earpiece again. "Okay, he says it'll have to do. Five miles that way on the passenger side," Arturo says pointing down the road towards Yvonne.

Both of the SUVs take off in opposite directions of each other. Hayden calls Yvonne and moments later she arrives.

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