Aurora Borealis

[Yoc]

Hank

"Ma'am." He says, feeling the coins in his grasp. "Yes, certainly English." He thinks to himself as he re-enters the hallway, closing the door behind him.

He pauses as up ahead, he recognises Lou and Masterton. Holding back, he follows them down the large staircase towards the ground floor. He watches her as she says something to Sadie before finally parting with the Englishman.

Pausing as he watches Masterton enter the main office, he turns back to Lou as she is talking to two tough looking dudes.

Now is his chance.

Saddling up behind her, he tells her that he wants a quick word.

"Sure, Hank. Would you excuse me, fellas." She says to the two cowpokes. Quickly he leads her towards the cloakroom at the next to reception.

"Now what is you want to talk to me about?" She asks him. His only response is to take her in his arms, his strong body crushing her to him as his mouth comes down on hers.

She tastes so good he thinks to himself as he grinds his growing erection into her belly.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Senorita Lorena Ana Mercado

She looked to him, and a full-belly laugh erupted from her lips, "Mercados don't lose."

She let his fingers stay upon her hip, stiffling a shiver that wanted to course through her body.

She had never before been light headed after drinking, but it must be that...it must.

"You want to play with the others? or you want to just play with me?" She hadn't realized the literal meaning of her words.

She saw a fight erupt over a game of cards in the center of the saloon, moving back slowly she watched the fight before her, but put her hand on his chest, turning him away from there, "We go in someplace more private? Do not want to get involved with that, just want to have fun."

She tore her eyes away from the fight, as she noticed her hand was on his chest.

She took it away quickly, as if she just realized her hand was on a burning stove. "I do not know if there is someplace, quieter here? I suppose it is obvious I am new in town..."

 

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

Her fingers splayed against his pectorals, feeling out the muscles beneath his duster. He could feel her pulse jump, and his own followed. His fingers lightly gripped her hip, pulling her back from the fight a bit...

And then, together, they realized the physical contact and pulled away...an awkward silence avoided as she poised the question.


"Follow me, little one." He smiled softly at her, before turning...but he felt her hand snake sheepishly into his own, fingers entwining.

He didn't pull away, just led her to the back...where a few tables lay unused, and the music seemed to just barely reach.

"If I am to play with you alone, perhaps I should deal?"

 

[Graybread]

Tad Meriwether

“These things happen, Tad. Please don't be upset about it. It's finished and over.” Annie said, standing in front of him.

Even though he’d embarrassed himself in front of her, he still felt drawn to her. He liked being near her, her looks, her scent, her words he didn’t understand, all drew him closer to her. He didn’t understand the reasons, he just knew he wanted to be near her.

“Tomorrow we will get you some clothing that will fit you. This was the best that I could do on short notice. But now you need a bed, sì?” Annie tipped her head toward her own bed. “It may be short, but it is comfortable. This is where you sleep tonight. We will make other arrangements for you tomorrow.”

At first, the thought of sleeping in her bed bothered him, but the more he thought about it the more accepting he became. “Annie,” he asked, “does sì, mean yes in your words?”

“Si,” she replied, “I mean yes, sì means yes in my words.”

“What does toro mean,” he asked?

Annie’s face flushed and her face and eyes bent to the floor, as she realized she was about to tell him she referred to him as a bull, and all the connotation that went with it. “Bull,” she said quietly, “Toro means bull in my language.” She raised her eyes to judge his reaction. He stood there beaming down at her. “Now to bed,” she said, flustered, stepping over, and pulling the blankets down on the bed. “You will have to work tomorrow.” She stepped quickly to the door, opening it and stepping out. She turned back to him, “Good night Tad…Toro,” she said, smiling at him, slowly closing the door.

He stood there for a moment, staring at the door. “Toro,” he whispered, “she thinks I’m a bull.” A broad grin crossed his face broken by a yawn. His chest swelled with pride, popping the top button off the shirt. He was tired and needed to sleep.

He reached up and pulled the chain on the new fangled electric light hanging from the ceiling. They had them back home, but he didn’t understand how they worked. All he knew was you just pulled the chain and you had light, it was better than kerosene lamps, and didn’t smell at all. He sat down on Annie’s bed and undressed, removing the two pieces of clothing. He crawled under the blankets and reveled in the feeling of the soft bed. He laid his head on the pillow and immediately smelled Annie. He buried his face in the pillow and inhaled deeply, he missed her already. He lay there wiggling in the bed before he realized he had been humping the sheets. He had a raging hard-on, and was immediately embarrassed by the fact. He shouldn’t be doing this he thought, not in her bed. He had played with himself many times, since he had reached puberty, but this seemed wrong, in her bed. He tried to think of something else, of plowing the fields, of feeding the hogs, anything to get his mind off his bodies’ demands. Finally, after chopping wood for several minutes, in his mind, he drifted off to sleep.

Becky Hampton was holding his hand as they walked down the lane, through the apple orchard. She tugged his hand and pulled him into the trees. Lying down beside a tree, she pulled him down with her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him deeply. She reached down with her hand and unbuttoned his fly, taking him in her hand, and stoking him, just as he would do himself. He felt his orgasm reaching a peak after a moment. He looked down at Becky who was no longer there it was Annie. The first jets left his hard-on and splashed on the ground.

Tads’ eyes popped open as he continued to stroke himself, there was no stopping at this point. “Oh gosh, oh gosh,” he panted, as his seed fell on Annie’s’ sheets. Weeks of pent up orgasms emptied themselves in this one. He lay there engrossed in the sensation, with Annie’s face in his mind. He would never be able to tell her what he had done, she would never understand, girls were like that, he thought. He was not embarrassed by the act, but she might be, so he would never tell her. He lay there holding his deflating manhood, thinking about Annie, how pretty she was, and how good she smelled as he drifted back to sleep.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

Sweet heavens! She felt herself melting into Hank as he took her into his arms, his stirring manhood straining against her belly despite the thicknesses of petticoats and the gown that separate them.

For a moment she is unable to resist, her body responding to his as if it had a will of its own. Perhaps where Hank was concerned, it did. Lou moaned against his lips, feeling the warm, moist hunger of his kiss spreading over her like the soft glow of embers toward a place even hotter and wetter between her thighs.

"Mmm... no!" Breathless, Lou struggled to free herself from this man who had been her lover until not so very long ago. "I belong to James now, dammit!"

Her eyes blazes as she spoke, though whether from anger or desire it was hard to tell. "It's not right, Hank. It's just... not right."

But if it wasn't right, why was her heart pounding so? Why was she so aroused? Why did she want to lift her skirts and let Hank have his way -- right here, right now?

"I belong to James, Hank" Lou repeated quietly, as much to convince herself as him.

 

[Yoc]

Hank

He can see it in her eyes. Her desire. Her love. This only fuels his own lusts, his own desires as he moves his hand under skirt, his strength making short work of the flimsy petticoat underneath.

"Hank...what...are...you...doing?" He hears her gasp, her eyes wide which only entices him further.

He says nothing as his hand makes a path to her sex. A few quick jabs and his finger sinks into something incredibly wet and hot.

"Oohhh...no...Hank." But he can't stop.

Pulling his hand away, he quickly opens up his pants. Freeing his hardened length of swollen flesh, its head wet with its own juices even as the entire shaft pulse with desire, he shuffles in between her stretched legs. Thrusting his loins under her clothing, his large head raking her stocking tops as it races up towards her groin.

"You want me Not that fool of an Englishman." He grunts.

And then they collide in the most intimate of ways. His thick head rending asunder her inner lips and striking forward into the hot, wet terrority within.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

Lou bit her lip to stifle a cry, even as she wrapped her legs around Hank's waist. He filled her in one swift motion, pulling her down until her most tender flesh stretched to fit his girth and she enveloped him completely.

"Hank... " she whispered, her voice husky with desire and lust. "We have to stop."

"Hush," he murmured against her throat as he began to move. Slowly, provocatively at first; increasing his tempo as he felt her begin to move against him. They found their rhythm and Lou shuddered, her body surrendering to his.

Her inner muscles clasped his magnificent arousal tightly as he impaled her, thrusting deeper with each rhythmic push. Her body arched with unabashed longing, Lou accepted all that he could give her and wanted more.

"Hank... " A plea of aching need escaped her lips as she pressed down to meet his every upward thrust.

 

[Yoc]

Hank

He can feel her slick wetness clutching at his aching flesh, soothing the almost painful throbbing of his swollen phallus as he thrusts into her.

"Hank... " She groans.

"You don't want me to stop, do ya?" He asks, his hips moving back and forth against her.

"Admit...it...you want...me rather than him!" He pushes, emphasising his words with some very deep thrust which causes her to cry out.

"I am the best man you have ever bedded." He gasps.

"Admit it."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

"Admit it."

Lou twisted in Hank's arms, gliding up and down the length of his hot, distended flesh. Their movement was frantic, frenzied as she moved against him. Slithering. Writhing. Stroking his thrusting hardness within the slick wetness of her sheath.

"Admit it!" Hank's voice was deep and demanding, as was his body.

"I... can't." How could she? She loved James. She did! She...

Without warning, Hank pulled free of Lou. Her eyes widened in surprise and her body shivered with the shock of its loss.

"Admit it, Lou! Tell me I'm the best. Tell me you are mine!"

Lou tried to steel her will. She wanted to resist this man who held her at arm's length. Teasing her. Taunting her. Tantalizing her. Making her...

Tears of anger and frustration streamed down her face as she finally admitted what she had probably known all along. James was too good for her. Too genteel. Hank and she were two of a kind and they needed each other.

"Yes, damn you! Yes!"

Hank groaned in satisfaction as he reclaimed Lou. Driving himself up into her, he buried his cock to the hilt in her sweet, slippery softness.

 

[Yoc]

Hank

Pushing her against the wall, he drives into her with strong, solid shoves.

He hasn't expected it to come so easily but he can feel the victory. This woman wants him, not James Masterton. He continues to press her.

Sheathing himself completely, he brings his lips to hers, kissing them lightly. All the while, flexing his vast bulk deep inside her and causing her to gasp.

"I want you to break up with him." He whispers.

"But..."

"You are mine! You have admitted it. Now be fair to him. Break it up with him...today." He urges, rotating his hips against hers.

"But w-what about...ohhh."

"There are others who can help him." He says huskily, knowing what she referring to. "Now I want you to break up with him and sleep in my bed - tonight."

 

[Snork Maiden]

Naomi

Walking to the door with the tall desk clerk, Naomi smiled politely and thanked him once more, closing the door after him.

She let out a long sigh and covered her mouth instinctively to conceal the yawn that followed. It brought moisture to her eyes. She brushed the tears away, focusing once more on the room, it was indeed pleasant. She threw the bolt on the door, securing the thick wooden portal in place. ”One can never be too careful in a strange place, especially one like this. she said to herself, her remarks fostered by stories of young, European ladies being assaulted and worse in many of the frontier towns.

She walked across the bare polished wooden floor to the bed. It sure did look inviting. She patted the camberwick quilt, that covered the entirety of the divan, and planted her backside firmly down upon it. Oh yes it was so much better than the drab and hard cots aboard the Portland. She threw her arms back and looked up at the ceiling. For the first time in a week she actually felt relaxed. hmmmmmmmmmm, a hot bath, hot bath, hot bath she repeated to herself, yes that was indeed what she really needed, that and a good meal, but first a bath.

Pulling herself up from the mattress, she wandered around the bed to the small ensuite. A large high-backed cast iron tub finished in white enamel sat centrally facing the door. What a relief that this place has running water. she mused. That in itself was not a common occurrence, even in the more well established cities back East. She turned both faucets and water cascaded into the bath. Rushing to place the plug in its hole, something that she always forgot to do she turned and glanced about the room. Fresh towels hung over an ornate hanger to the side of the bath and various jars of colored bath salts where arranged neatly on a shelf. A smile spread over Naomi’s face, this was turning out to be even better than she had anticipated. Carefully she lifted each jar down, removing the lid to sniff the contents. Having found the one she liked best, she returned with it to the bath and sprinkled a couple of handfuls of the contents into the running water.

The perfume was released into the air carried on the steam rising from the bath. She inhaled. Closing her eyes, then replacing the lid to the jar and replacing it in turn on the shelf, she proceeded to disrobe, throwing her garments roughly onto a wooden chair. Finally, standing naked before the bath she removed the comb, which held her hair up in a bun, untwisting it and shaking her head to loose it. It cascaded over her shoulders and the top her breasts.

She swirled the water whilst waiting for the level to rise to the desired level, her actions causing the salts to foam and create a layer of white peaks, as conglomerations of tiny bubbles formed on the water’s surface and undulated with the tiny waves produced by her hands movements.

She turned the faucets off and stepped in. The water was hotter than she had anticipated and it stung her but she persisted, slipping slowly into the bath until her body was concealed by the cloak of cool white bubbles that clung to her. As she became acclimatized to the temperature she started to smooth the water up over her breasts, and arms, feeling the smoothness of her skin under the tingling sensation of the hot water. She cupped her hands and lifted the trapped water to her face again smoothing it over her cheeks and side of her neck then slowly she let herself slip deeper into the water, bending her knees slightly to allow herself room. The scent of the salts invigorated her, and she closed her eyes, exhaling and allowing her hand to wander slowly over her body.

Her nipples were taut from the hot water's stimulation. Her fingers found them as her hand slowly caressed her breasts, pressing them together, soft, smooth and most definitely slippery. She trapped each engorged nugget of flesh and tugged playfully at it, twisting them roughly. A tingle ran down her spine as she continued to massage and squeeze them. The stimulation was spreading through her body and her hand slipped down her abdomen and over the furry triangle of her pubis to the aroused region beyond her finger curled into her crotch, gripping the puffy folds, and pulling them upwards towards her clit. hmmmmmmmmmmmm, she sighed. She released her grip and repeated the action, pulling harder, using the palm of her hand to press against her pubic bone. Her mind started to drift as she imagined the stimulations being administered by one of her fantasy lovers.

True she had been groped on many occasion, by wounded soldiers, and other male patients she had cared for, but that had always been through her clothing. Never had she experienced a man’s hand on her bare flesh. The thought thrilled her, and yet at the same time scared her too. Her imaginary lovers she could keep under control. Once again her thoughts drifted to stories of brutal rape but flashed away as quickly as they appeared as her fingers now probed at her excited vulva. She dipped a finger inside, curling it slightly then withdrawing it, her palm circled slowly but firmly over her clit, she groaned slightly with pleasure as the face of her fantasy lover came into focus. hmmmmmmmmmmmm, Hank she moan suddenly she stopped and sat up, realizing what she had said. ”Oh my god, get a grip girl”, she thought, you’ve only just met the guy, you know nothing about him, you don’t even know if his single or married

She was embarrassed by her own thoughts, but there was something about the large Canadian, at least she thought he was Canadian, that had caused an uneasy strange feeling inside her.

Naomi, continued with her bath with out further sexual ministrations to her body, washing and rinsing her hair she rose and exited the bath grabbing a towel and patting herself dry before wrapping it around her hair. She returned to her room and opened her travelling bag, pulling out a fresh blouse and long black skirt and silk underwear she dressed herself and prepared to venture down to the bar for some food and refreshment.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Senorita Lorena Ana Mercado

The room was quiet compared to the main area of Aurora, though the music could still be heard.

She had followed him back, almost getting lost in the crowd, she took his hand to keep track of him.

She sighed relief as they got out of the 'crowd.' She released his hand, there was no one else back there, it seemed this was a room for private dealings.

"You deal...or I deal..no matter to me ..."

She flashed him an award winning smile, "It is ok...that we are back here? "

She didn't want trouble, after all she was supposed to be a respectable banker.

She sat down at one of the tables, laying her purse upon the table, it was warmer back here, as the cool night are was unable to flow freely, her finger moved down to open another of her buttons. It wasn't obscene, but a bit more skin was showing, she did it so absently, she didn't even realize she had done it.

She smiled again, her lips full, and red as she toyed with the silver cross that layed against her chest.

"You prepared to lose?" She laughed, "Thank you for giving me company..."
She was completely sincere.

It had been almost four years since someone had given her company.

 

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

John had scooped up a deck of playing cards, shuffling through them absently as he listened to her concerns. He could only nod, setting a bridge before looking up.

Her nimble little fingers released a bit more fabric for his gaze to feast on, darting across the busty swell of cleavage...his palms snapped up to bridge the cards correctly, but a few scattered across the table, one falling on the floor infront of her.

Moron! He cursed himself! Quickly scrambling to pick up the cards, bending before her he was treated to a delightful view of her lithe figure, ending at her shins...he glanced up, following her legs before he stood and sighed, grinning a bit as he moved to sit across from her and begin the deal.

The cards hit the table flawlessly this time, and his thoughts drifted away. The game was so automatic to him, he smiled as he watched her pulling out chips.

Perhaps it was the whiskey, or the tequilla, but John got bold. The first chip on the table was a five, and he grinned a bit at her.

"I suppose I'll start the betting, just this once...then we can play by the rules. I'll annee up with my hat, and let's see where we go from there."

Hey, she had wanted more fun...hadn't she?

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

Lou felt Hank quiver, his strokes becoming longer and more powerful as he drew closer to climax. Soon. She knew he would cum soon -- and so would she. There had never been another man in her life who could please her the way Hank Garvin did.

Slowly ascending toward that glorious peak, Lou's body hovered while ripples of ecstasy flooded through her. "Wait for me lover," she pleaded against his lips, knowing he would.

She trembled with anticipation, almost drowning in the strong, lovely sensations that began to claim her. Her body tensed. Waiting. Until suddenly she found what she had been seeking.

Lou cried out with unabashed abandon as her passion crested. She came wildly, explosively; her body erupting in dazzling undulations. Great shuddering, clenching spasms wracked her body, even as Hank joined her in that molten sensation of total release.

He thrust once, twice and then a third time. Hank's cock jerked violently as he exploded and Lou felt as though a dam had burst. Her muscles clenched and convulsed around it as his seed pulsed into her. Milking it from him. Taking every drop.

She began to laugh -- deep, throaty, joyously lust-filled laughter -- that came from somewhere deep inside as they finally collapsed together in gasping completion.

"Again?" she murmured with a naughty twinkle in her eye.

 

[Yoc]

Hank

The big man laughs at her suggestion. What is what he has always loved about Lou. She is insatiable.

Kissing her, he pulls away and out. Both of them gasping as he breaks the connection. Quickly, he gets dressed while Lou lays against the wall looking at him.

"That was good weren't it?" He asks her as he takes her into his arms again and kisses her. Then his tone becomes more serious as he pulls away.

"I love you, Lou and I know you love me. Now I don't rightly know why you hooked up with Masterton but you know it ain't gonna work. He doesn't belong here and you know it." He leans down and kisses her again.

"I want you like I wanted no other woman before but I won't share." He kisses her again, the kiss more heated and again he pulls back.

"I want you tonight, Lou. In my bed. But not if you are still with him."

Then he is gone.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Naomi

Picking up her purse and adjusting her hair in the mirror, Naomi opened the door to her room, closed and locked it behind her and following the sounds of music and merriment, made her way along the corridor that led to the main staircase.

She paused on the landing realizing that it actually continued around the edge of the main saloon below, to a similar staircase on the otherside. She held onto the polished wooden rail of the balustrade and observed the activities below. She could see a group of men and women sat around at tables drinking and watching the dancing girls perform on the stage at one end of the room.

A bar ran practically the whole length of the room, it’s expanse broken intermittently with finely carved wooden stanchions and ornate lamps hung over head. The main room was lit from numerous chandeliers which scintillated and reflected the light like diamonds. They were in themselves quite breathtaking.

The bar itself appear to be well manned, with numerous table waiters scurrying to and fro delivering orders. Doubtless they were anxious to serve well and hoped their clients would reciprocate in equally generous tips. Towards the rear of the room were some small booths with tables and also several long tables clearly designed to cater for larger dining parties.

She straightened herself and made her way around the balcony and down the stairs, turning and walking over towards the bar. She was nervous, there were a lot of men about, clearly eyeing up the waitresses and the ogling the dancing girls. She had dressed plain, it was deliberate, she neither wanted encourage or attract any unnecessary attention.

She took her place at the bar and looked in the direction of one of the bartenders. A group of men were waving their glasses boisterously, demanding refills. She thought she had caught the attention of one when he was intercepted by another rowdy request. The ale sure was flowing freely.

Her waiting was getting her to the point of exasperation and she was at the point of contemplating a change of tact when the barman finally reached her.

”Yes ma’am, what can I get you?”, he asked politely smiling at her as he wiped his hands on the white apron which was draped from his neck and tied around his waist.

”I was wondering if it is possible to get something to eat and maybe a cup of tea”, she replied
The man standing nearby let out a snigger, “Oh I’d like a cuppa tea is it, my lovely.

Naomi turned her head casually and looked at the man with an icy glare.

”It is usual for one to introduce themselves properly before engaging in polite conversation, and since we haven’t be introduced, it really is inappropriate for you to address me in such a CRUDE and LOUTISH manner.”, then turning back to the barman, That’s not a problem is it?

The rebuked man turned and buried his face back in his glass muttering.

”That’ll be no problem at all ma’am, If you would like to follow me I’ll show you to a table, would you like a quiet one or one near the stage where you can watch the entertainment”

Naomi glanced over at the ‘entertainment’ and then back at the bartender, ”No, thank you really a nice quite table will be just fine.

The barman led the way through the saloon to a booth and having recanted the available house dishes and taken her order he turned to make his way back to the busy bar. I’ll have the tea send straight over, your meal shouldn’t take too long”

”Thank you“, Naomi replied, smiling, He’s really quite pleasant, she thought to herself.

From her booth she continued to observe the rest of the clientele, it was quite a mixed bag, clearly some were professionals, quite possibly town folk and not prospectors at all, others, prospectors who having made their lucky strike had stayed a while setting up as tradesmen. The atmosphere was chirpy and upbeat, a little smoky, but then she was used to that from the barracks she had worked in. It was tolerable, and she actually quite liked the smell of lit cigars.

As she continued to watch, she noticed the unmistakeable red tunic of the Constable as he moved about the room, he appeared to be asking people questions and moving on. It intrigued her and also comforted her to know that with such a presence in the room any potential trouble would at least be suppressed.

A serving girl arrived with her tea, she thanked the girl, an took a sip, ”hmm not bad…, she thought to herself,Not good either, but not bad, she added. She hadn’t really had a good cuppa since leaving England but this certainly was refreshing and brought a smile to her face.

She sat and continued to watch the room and waited for her meal.

 

[TinaG13]

Sadie McGraff

"Sadie," Lou whispered as she caught hold of Sadie's arm. "Give me a minute with him then do us a favor and go distract the Constable, will you? He's looking mighty... lonely."

"Sure thing Lou!" Sadie replied. A smile played at the corners of her full lips as she watched the other woman walk away. That Lou is a lady with lots of class, Sadie thought. Her eyes were filled with admiration as she continued to gaze at the woman's back. When I grow up, I wanna be just like her! Sadie chuckled as she stood and gazed down at the Frenchman, "Well, thanks for the drink Mister. Looks like I've been given another assignment this evenin'!"

She walked away, in a swaying style that was purely Sexy Sadie's. Approaching the handsome gentleman seated at the bar, she laid a hand on his broad shoulder. "Good evenin' Constable" she purred softly and flashed her sparkling smile at him. "Mind keepin' ol Sadie here a bit of company on this fine evening?"

 

[Zircon]

Constable Jake Readings

Jake was scuffing his boots on the floor, a clean floor, despite this place being a bar and all. Miss Lou took great pains to make this place into a one of class, not one of where drunken bawdry held sway. It was a nice change from some of the “drinking holes” that Jake had seen before on the Plains.

Masterson took a while to get down, while Jones was enjoying supper. The pace of life here was expected, so Jake did not give two thoughts about Masterson packing up and leaving. This was as remote as one can get out here in the North West. With mountains and deadly river rapids to traverse, it would not be advisable to leave without much preparation, almost as much preparation as coming here in the first place.

“Mr. Masterson… Sir… A word with you please…”

But the a waft of sweet perfume and the presence of a lady distracted him long enough not to get an answer from Masterson.

"Mind keepin' ol Sadie here a bit of company on this fine evening?"

“Miss Sadie… um… Yes, maam. It would be my pleasure…” Jake was at lost for words. Sadie was a lady, that was unmistakable. Probably even a blind man could see that. He felt a warm flush on his cheeks, a blush over which he had no control of.

“Miss Sadie, permit me to…” Jake never got to finish his sentence just as Hank brought two drinks over. Jake was forgetful, so it took him a bit of time before his manners finally took over, and offered a seat to Sadie. Nevertheless, the blush was still pronounceable. And all this while, the dreadful affair of Masterson and Tonsillitis was forgotten. The perfume was working well, as well as the image of her sashaying. It was going to be a long night, if he can help it…

 

[TinaG13]

Sadie McGraff

Sadie watched the constable's face, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. In her line of work, and in a place such as the Aurora, she was not often afforded the chance to see a man blush the this one was at this very moment. Her green eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle as she opened her mouth to speak, but snapped it shut again. She had almost asked him what had brought him here in this fine evening, but she already knew the answer to that, and that was exactly what she was supposed to make him forget for a little while.

She picked her drink up off the bar and took a long, healthy swig and then gazed at him over the rim of her glass. "Well Jake, you're lookin' mighty handsome this evenin'." She remarked as her eyes traveled slowly down his body and then back up to his face. Noticing that his blush had grown deeper, she patted his shoulder and chuckled softly, "Relax man, Sadie won't bite. That is unless ya ask her real nice like!"

 

[papillon24]

Vickki

The sensation was one I had never felt before. The variation was intensified by the rough kisses upon my nipples.

Low moans escaped my lips as I lened over to nuzzle up against the girl. her skin was so soft and she was so eagar.

"You know I can't cum without a dick Rafe. You of all people should know that. Your the one who traianed me." I giggled as I pulled the girl closer to my letting my lips press against hers.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Senorita Lorena Ana Mercado

"So you will lose your hat." She said matter-o-factly.

"You think it would suit me? cowboy?" She gestured as if tipping up her hat.

She laughed, looking at her cards, she pouted, a perfect hand.

She looked over her cards to him, her eyes smoldering and fluttering with slow smokey sweeps.

She laid her purse on the table, quite aware of the contents.

She leaned forward, her breasts swelling over the top of her blouse.

She flashed him a smile that was very genuine.

"I am having a wonderful time, and I have not even beat the...how you say, pants off of you?"

She giggled at her own joke, "I did not mean you would...ante your pants...not what I meant! I'm sorry..." She was panicking a bit, "I'm sorry!" She thought she offended him.

 

[Guest]

Calley

Calley was frantically seeking relief when she felt Salee flip her and, almost in one movement, opened her legs wide, her knee falling on Vicki’s beside her.

She didn’t resist, all modesty gone now, such was her need to reach a climax.

She arched up to Salee as his thick finger entered her slickness smoothly, once more finding the spot that had electrified her before. With the addition of his thumb on her nub of a clitoris she cried out, clutching at his muscled arm only vaguely aware of Vicki’s touch.

Her voice was muffled as Vicki pressed her mouth over Calley’s but Calley moaned into the sweet mouth.

Vicki’s hands stroked her as she writhed and twisted, the intensity of the feeling created by Sallee was too much to bear.

“Please. Please.” She pleaded, breaking away from Vicki’s kisses. Her eyes were wild and she clawed at Salee.

Her head was drawn so far back it was almost under her shoulders, her long white neck stretched, straining with the effort. “God help me!.” The girl screamed.

 

[Zircon]

Constable Jake Readings

“…Relax man, Sadie won't bite. That is unless ya ask her real nice like!…”

Of course, not understanding her words exactly, Jake took it to mean literally, his blush deepening, and frequent glances to her teeth. Especially to note if her teeth had been filed down to sharp points, canine-like. In the course of looking at her white teeth, Jake found that she had a nice smile, and a wonderful disposition. Her lingering hand after the friendly pat was helping a bit.

“Miss Sadie, I’m afraid that as much as I enjoy your esteem company, I’ve official matters to attend to. It would not seem prudent for me to leave this matter unresolved for tonight. If I’d no such prior engagement, then perhaps you might like a visit with me, to see how and where we work, for as much as the townsfolk anywhere, we who keep the law are frequently misunderstood, even feared or despised.” Jake was close to forgetting why he was in Aurora in the first place. Miss Sadie’s smile and perfume was definitely working.

Jake stood up and bowed deeply to her. The blush still present, but he had longed resigned to the fact that he will blush in the presence of a lady. Jake remembered that he had something to do here, which was why he stood up. For the longest while, he just could not remember what. So he just smiled at Sadie, unsure of what to do next.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Finishing her meal, and tea Naomi glanced around the room, it was a hive of activity with people gambling and drinking, and much singing. She rose from her table and having settled the tab, made her way back to her room.

She was tired it had been a long day. all she wanted to do now was sleep in a proper bed. Tomorrow she would begin her duties as a visiting nurse, doubtless it would entail working out in the creeks tending to the miners and river panners. Quite probably it would entail camping in some of the remoter areas so she needed to be sure she made the most of this one night in Aurora before leaving it behind for the familiar sounds of a field hospital and camp fire.

She locked her door, dimmed her lamp, drew her shades and pulled the warm quilt up around her. In minutes she was asleep, dreaming of the plains of Salisbury and Mendip hills.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

Lou ran her fingertips over her lips. They felt swollen and bruised from the force of Hank's kisses, but she didn't mind. In fact, she rather liked it. She rather liked everything Hank did to her -- and what she did to him in return. Lou chuckled at herself as she smoothed her hands down over her gown, trying to make herself look at least presentable before going back into the common room.

Noticing that Sadie had the young Constable wrapped around her little finger, Lou ducked into the kitchen to send Tonsillitis off to bed. Tomorrow was soon enough for dealing with any questions from the NWMP. Besides, she wanted to talk to Tonsillitis on her own before hand. And... James.

"Lou!" The sourdough's face lit up when she walked in. "It really was James' gun lying by old Lars, you know."

"We'll talk in the morning, Tonsillitis. Now go get your bath and rest yourself. I'll come fetch you from your room in the morning when the Superintendent gets here. Oh, and use the back stairs. I don't want Jake remembering what he was supposed to be doing."

Looking a little disappointed that Lou hadn't made a fuss, Tonsillitis smiled wanly and made his way upstairs after saying goodnight. Lou took a deep breath and watched him go.

It almost seemed as though Tonsillitis was desperate for her to believe that. In fact, Lou had no doubt that the gun was Jim's -- especially since they both now knew it was missing from his room. But there still remained the why and the how of it. No matter what, James Masterton didn't have a mean bone in his body and neither did Lars. None of this made sense, dammit!

There were two more things that needed doing before the night was over. One was to send a couple of Hank's boys down to Patterson's Creek to keep watch on Lars' body. She'd read enough penny dreadfuls to know that a crime scene shouldn't be disturbed, and she had too much respect for the dead to let some ravaging critters get him -- if they hadn't already.

The second, well that was the one she least wanted to deal with. That would be speaking to James. Lou hadn't meant him harm, but that didn't make it right either. She'd done him an injustice and she was going to have to own up to it.

Leaving the kitchen, she looked around for the gentle Englishman. Hank caught her eye and smiled meaningfully, nodding his head toward James. He was standing down at the end of the bar, drinking and talking to a couple of the few remaining customers.

Damn that man and the way he made her feel! But she knew he was right. They couldn't go on until she straightened things with James. Walking over to him, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Got a minute for an old gal friend?"