by Amanda Grace
Phoebe was just so attractive that he felt tormented desires internally. He tried kissing his nape, and gave her a hug from the back. Phoebe slowly caressed his head as if she was enjoying Aidan's affection to her.
Her back is so soft that Aidan felt so much urge in him. He started kissing her neck and pulled her closer to his body. His hands roamed her thigh, up to her waist, and to her breast. When she knew she couldn't take it anymore, she turned around to kiss him.
She felt weaker and weaker. His kiss turned her into a helpless woman who's wanting for more. She kissed him passionately that Aidan opened his mouth for her to join inside.
Their tongue danced together and his hands lingered in her body as if he was exploring her. He grabbed her to where the bed is. He removed his shirt and she did the same. After a while, they kissed again.. Harder and harder that their bodies flamed hotter than a fire.
She unbuttoned him and she also removed hers after a few seconds. Aidan unbuckled her bra and made signal for her to turn around and bend.
He slipped his hand to her inner thigh.. He felt her wetness and played with her clit making her moan deep. Phoebe just replied by kissing him from her back. Soon, Aidan slowly slipped her panty, exposing her warm cunt.
He licked her, and sucked her until she couldn't take it anymore. His right hand traveled her breast while his left hand stroked Phoebe's clit. She just moaned as if tonight was the last night of her life.
Phoebe then moved her body, and checked Aidan's face. They were both burning with stronger yearning. She gave him a kiss but this time, even bolder and longer. As she kissed him, she started stroking him as well. He gave her a deep blown breath as if he was asking for more.
And so, that was exactly what she did. She lowered herself into his groin. She slowly slides down Aidan's boxer, and she gave his possession an excited glance.
She kissed it first, and then went to lick the shaft. She did it again, again, and again, until Aidan held her breasts. When Aidan started to mash her two large boobs, that was the time she knew she needs to suck him. She sucked him not once, but several times.
She blew him harder and harder, and then played with his balls. Aidan found himself in such an incredible point where he felt nable.
After the sucking, there goes the licking and the kissing. It was very hot that they felt like they were in heaven.
They kept on going until Aidan finally felt warmer, and so did Phoebe. The time comes so Phoebe went back to her position and waited for Aidan to go inside her. Aidan strokes his to her noble and Phoebe was able to make a long moan. It was the longest one she probably made.
She never felt this wet before. She never felt warmer, she never felt wanting more. It was so powerful.. And it's just getting started.
Aidan slowly entered her and she moaned once more. "Oh, you feel so good..", she whispered. Aidan kissed her back, and sooner, he started pumping her.
At first, he thrust her slowly. But after a few seconds, he started pumping harder and faster. Phoebe was banging the bed but she liked it.. hell, she loved it. Aidan moaned and then cupped Phoebe's breasts with his two hands.
He played with her as he gave a faster thrust in his cunt. She was hot.. But boy, he was hotter. He pressed his lips to hers. They were searing hot so he continued thrusting her in a much faster pace.
They were both so high that Phoebe started kissing him again. It made him even harder and so he yanks her for another time. They were soaring in agonizing perfection. They were both lost.. But it felt really good.
She then positioned him to bed. After kissing, she started riding him in her own bed. She's obliterated.. but she didn't care. They both gasp in wonder.
She shagged him until he started kissing her breast. His hand where in her waist, cautiously guiding her as she grinds herself in him. They were both blazing, but damn, he just wants more.
"Do it! Do it!", he screamed. Phoebe just continued doing him until she was feverishly exploded.
Finally, the much awaited prime time happened and he came together with her. They were united and it was a steady hot ride. They squeeze each other, and top the journey with a passionate kiss.
They made love.. And they made love in the most powerful moment. They were both moved, and even though there are a lot of questions rattling their minds, they just laid there hugging each other.. It was love.. sweet love.
5 we can
Aidan woke up in Phoebe's bed. She caught Phoebe resting in his arms, and nothing in this world had been that beautiful and precious. Phoebe slept in his chest and all he can do was stare at her perfect little face.
He gave her a kiss while she was sleeping. Phoebe felt the kiss so she opened her eyes. Aidan's face was the first thing she saw. She didn't care about morning breath anymore, so she kissed him back.
"Good morning!", he greeted him.
"Ugh, what time is it?", she asked him.
"I don't know I just woke up.", he answered.
Phoebe lifted herself up to see the window. From the looks of it, it shows that it is still early. The birds are chirping, the sun is high, and there are few cars outside.
She moved away from the bed and searched for her slippers. Fortunately, there are two blankets in the bed. She took the first one she saw, and covered her body. She leashed her hair and then gazed to where the clock is. The clock says it's 8:30 in the morning.
"Where are you going?", Aidan asked her.
"In the bathroom. I need to brush my teeth, I feel disgusting. Do you want to brush yours? I have extra toothbrush here.", she chuckled. Aidan just smiled at her.
"I had a wonderful night with you.", he said. Phoebe just smiled. After a few seconds, Aidan took his clothes with him to get dressed. He knew he's already late to his appointment with his children. However, he thinks they will understand. Marcus knows he has been dating Phoebe for about a week now so he would be kind enough to explain this to the twins.
What he worries would be Sarah and Vanessa's reaction. They have been supporting him in dating other women but he also knows that his girls will worry about him because of this.
Phoebe lives here in Paris, and as far as they all know, he is based and located in New York. He is a hundred percent sure that his girls will worry about their relationship.
The last thing Aidan wanted would be to choose between his family and Phoebe. They are all important to him so it would be extremely hard to pick one. This is not what he wanted but this is also what's given.
Also, being with Phoebe made things even more inevitable. He knew he had to choose but he was just so reserved.
"I'm cooking breakfast. What do you want me to prepare?", Phoebe asked him as she comes out the bathroom.
"What do you usually cook at this time?", he asked.
"The usual breakfast of a Parisian, egg with some hotdogs. What about you? What do New Yorkers usually eat during this time?", she flirted with him and Aidan just found her so cute. She swept him off his feet.
"Somewhat the same with yours. Hey, it's funny because you said you are half French. I never heard you tell me about pastas, speak French.. I mean, I gotta hear it.", he flirted back.
"What? No.. I'm not speaking French in here. You are not in the position to give orders or request. This is my house!", she laughed.
"Hey, come on! You know my vacation here will not be complete if you won't let me hear you speak French. Go on! I wanna hear your sexy accent!", he laughed hilariously.
"What do you want me to say to you? This is ridiculous Aidan!", Phoebe told him.
"Well, how about I had such a wonderful night last night?", Aidan requested.
"Avait une merveilleuse nuit hier.. There.. you happy?", Phoebe's translation.
"Hmm.. Wow. So sexy. And you never let me hear you speak French?", they both laughed, "Okay, okay.. how about I like you?", he added another request from her.
"Oh, it depends. It has many translation.", Phoebe's tease to him.
"Don't be such a baby. Tell me one.
", his defense.
"Okay.. It's - es sympathique.. or it could be - tu me plais..", she chuckled.
"Nice..", he said giving her a kiss, followed by a long deep stare from him, "how about I LOVE YOU?", he added. Phoebe was just left in tears.
"Je vous aime.", she said.
She slightly moved a little farther than him. Aidan just allowed her to do what she wanted. But he couldn't take no more, so he gave her a hug.
"I love you.", he said directly this time.
"What are we going to do, Aidan?", Phoebe asked her. She knows this love is going to be a hard one. Neither of them doesn't want to sacrifice themselves. Neither of them wanted a long distance relationship.
Long distance relationships are just so awful. Both of them are aware this is going to be heading the same direction.. The same fate almost all long distance relationship suffered.. and they don't want that.
"I love you, Phoebe. I don't know how the hell we are going to work this out, and I am so frustrated. But you know, I love you. You pulled me out of my misery, and I have never felt this way in a long time. I want this to work. And I don't know how, but here's what I am very certain about.. I love you.. and soon, we are going to find out how things will work out. I promise you. I believe so much in our love. And trust me, everything will be alright.", Aidan told him. He literally gave his heart to this woman.. and he is just so madly in love with her.
Phoebe just smiled at her. She couldn't help but see herself helplessly in his arms, screaming and begging for the universe to just make things easier.. and just when she thought she couldn't ask for more, she kissed her.. and all she ever had to say was..
"Je vous aime trop."
Aidan just looked at her with his eye popped and his curious face, "What was that supposed to mean?", he asked.
"It means I love you too.", and they both kissed.
THE END
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Brutal Slayings
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COLD EXIST 1
Summary
This is an exclusive story that starts with the intriguing murder of a man called Johann Christoff who was an admirer of fallen war hero’s, He had ritualistically visited the city's catacombs, paying homage to the fallen soldiers and heroes on every third Sunday, as the desire of his father and since his passing almost fourteen years prior. He had come to quickly learn and memorize the intricate maze of tunnels in the catacombs. With each step the rhythmic harmony of the chanting grew louder. He fought the urge to call out into the darkness, instead steadily and silently moving deeper into the blackness that was the abyss. He saw three men in black robes, tied at the waist with a red rope belt, sat kneeling on the floor, their hoods pulled back and off their heads. They rocked in unison as they repeated their dreary chant. Two swords lay crossed in the middle of the floor; a ring of red dust encircled them. In three equidistant spots around the circle, three sets of six inverted crosses had been drawn on the dusty ground. Darkness consumed him, his body falling limp. When Johann awoke, he had been stripped of his clothes and tightly bound at the wrists and ankles to a large ceremonial table. These men made a declaration after which they killed Johann but little did the whole town know what was coming for them as they found Johann's headless naked body lay in a pool of crimson blood on the floor. His legs having been bound, arms spread, forming an inverted cross. His torso had been expertly carved and hollowed from just below his ribcage to his pelvis. A set of rudimentary symbols had been branded on his sternum – a triangle with a six bordering each side. At his feet sat a small wooden crate, atop which sat his severed head. On the floor a short message had been written, each letter having been painted in blood, "We are of one deity, of love and hate, of birth and death. This is how we preach."
Brutal Slayings COLD EXIST
The early morning sky was a brilliant mix of deep oranges and yellows to the east, and deep tumultuous blues and purples to the west, where the waning crescent moon hung low on the mountainous horizon. The cool autumn breeze danced gracefully amongst the aspens, the leaves rustling in excitement. The faint, lonely song of a lark gently wound through the thick mountainous forests. The mountainside was painted in shades of fiery reds and gold’s as fall took hold and the leaves began to change. High above the tree line, a thin layer of snow had fallen overnight, capping the rugged and windswept mountains in a delicate veil of white.
Far below in the valley a small village sat alongside a tumbling creek, untouched by time, as if forgotten, surrounded by emerald fields dotted with beautiful patches of wild purple and blue violets. Small brick houses dotted the cobblestone streets, their sod roofs dripping from the morning dew. In the centre of town the old cathedral stood tall, its gothic spire, stained black with time, reaching skyward. Statues and fountains of long dead heroes and oft-recounted battles lined the maze of streets.
Silently a young man, no older than twenty-three or –five, walked through the city's narrow winding lanes. His name was Johann Christoff. He walked slightly hunched over concealing his true height, his long brown hair pulled back into a tight tail. Despite his lack of shoes he quickly and surefootedly made his way around the wet cobblestone. He wore brown leather pants rolled to just below the knees. His white shirt was tucked securely into his waistline, revealing a rather decorative leather belt. His brown vest flapped open with his brisk pace.
Upon reaching the town's main square, he paused briefly before a bronze statue, tarnished green with age. It was that of a fallen war hero, his horse rearing in fear, his sabre drawn, leading the charge. Carefully the young man ran his fingers over the statue's aged base plate. For just a moment he laid his head to rest against the large tarnished plaque. With a gentle sigh, and one final glance at the figure, he continued across the town's main square toward the entrance of the hamlet's cathedral.
The heavy iron clad doors of the minster slowly swung open, the hinges straining and groaning under the weight, the whining echoing on the morning breeze. Gracefully he slipped through the small aperture, closing the door carefully behind himself. The cavernous expanse of the cathedral resounded in its silence. The large stained glass rose windows behind the altar painted the grey stone in fantastic multitude of colours. Statues of the saints surrounded a large crucifix rising from the altar. Two rows of columns flanked the nave, rising in support of the ribbed and vaulted frescoed ceiling.
Silently Johann bowed his head and offered a quick prayer before making his way toward the far wall. He strained slightly as he pulled on the rusted iron ring of a heavy wooden door. Silently it swung open, the cool air from below washing over him. He had ritualistically visited the city's catacombs, paying homage to the fallen soldiers and heroes on every third Sunday, as the desire of his father and since his passing almost fourteen years prior. He had come to quickly learn and memorize the intricate maze of tunnels in the catacombs.
As he made his way down the narrow stairwell, he noted that the torches had been lit leading down the winding passage, an unusual occurrence, as he was normally required to light at least one to carry with him into the darkness below. Carefully he made his way down the circular, and unpredictable stone steps. The light of the torches danced wildly upon the walls as he made his way lower into the depths.
Finally he reached the bottom of the long staircase, and no more torches lit the way, just darkness. Pulling the last torch from its perch, he entered the catacombs, ensuring to wave the flaming log in front of him as he walked. Immediately he was greeted with by the unusually dry musty air. As he made his way deeper into the tunnels, he passed rooms filled from floor to ceiling with bones. In some rooms skulls had been arranged into crosses, bones stacked around them to hold them in place. Other rooms housed the ornate sarcophaguses of priests and bishops, still others of soldiers, generals, and heroes.
As he instinctively made his way through the labyrinth of tunnels he began to hear a faint chanting echoing throughout the darkness. Startled he paused; no on
e was supposed to have been in this infernal maze at this hour. Orienting himself toward the noise he ducked under a low arch, and began down another dark tunnel. From the shadows behind him, a man dressed in a dark hooded robe emerged and began to silently follow.
With each step the rhythmic harmony of the chanting grew louder. He fought the urge to call out into the darkness, instead steadily and silently moving deeper into the blackness that was the abyss.
Rounding a corner, he could see the flickering of torchlight from up ahead. The unpredictable light bounced around in the narrow hallway. The chanting was more recognizable now, a single verse, three lines of Latin – repeated over and over again.
Cautiously he approached the doorway, wearily peeking around the corner. Three men in black robes, tied at the waist with a red rope belt, sat kneeling on the floor, their hoods pulled back and off their heads. They rocked in unison as they repeated their dreary chant. Two swords lay crossed in the middle of the floor; a ring of red dust encircled them. In three equidistant spots around the circle, three sets of six inverted crosses had been drawn on the dusty ground.
As he stood trying to decipher the ungodly ritual, two hands grabbed him from behind. One wrapped tightly around his neck, the other held a rag over his mouth and nose, the rotten odour causing him to instantly gag. He tried to fight, to scream, but with each breath he felt weaker, his ears beginning to ring. Dizziness began to overwhelm him. A raspy voice whispered in his ear, "Noli timere tenebras."
He began to slump, unable to hold his own weight. His eyelids grew heavy as he struggled to stay conscious. The three men from the room now stood before him, their hoods pulled back over their heads. Each stood with their hands pressed into the shape of a triangle held at chest height. Darkness consumed him, his body falling limp.
When Johann awoke, he had been stripped of his clothes and tightly bound at the wrists and ankles to a large ceremonial table. Groggy and confused he called out, the echo resounding through the empty catacombs. The four men silently surrounded the table, their heads bowed. Panic set in as he fought and struggled against his bindings.
