Teddy

How does a one define that moment when you know you are in love?
Experts have define all sorts of scientific reasons and occurrences that happen with "love".All of which are logical and have sound reasoning. They can be measured and weighed. The scientists know the chemistry of love. But no one really understands the heart. Generations upon generations of people have contemplated this concept of love since time immortal. Gurus and Shamans, Priestesses and Priests, all claiming to have a bead on what makes the heart fall in love.

For Teddy, it was the first moment he laid eyes on Lucy. Such a precious child. The excitement in her eyes as she asked him to come play, how could he have said no to that smile. Teddy was entranced. He was enthralled, Lucy held him in the palm of her hand.

The years passed, and as they did, so did the friendship of Teddy and Lucy. They confided everything in each other, crying on shoulders, pillow talk, the two were inseparable. Teddy loved every minute of it. Lucy was his world. He wanted nothing more in life than to make Lucy happy. He took on bullies, mean teachers for her, he was her knight in shining armor. There was nothing wrong that Teddy could do.

Then puberty set in. Lucy realized that there were other things in life than hanging out with old, scruffy Teddy. He tried hard to be there for her, but Lucy was always a bit of a wild child, and they grew apart. Lucy went her own way with the popular crowd, and Teddy just sat in the shadows, living out life alone.

It seemed like only a minute, a day had passed since they were running through the fields, or having a tea party, but high school graduation came around and Lucy went off to college. Teddy didn't want to go anywhere, so he stayed put. It seemed that Teddy was waiting for Lucy to miss him and come home. People would shake their heads at the sight of Teddy, knowing that his dreams were all for naught. Lucy had out-grown their friendship. Life would never be the same for Teddy, it seemed that he was just gathering dust, waiting.

The years passed and they weren't kind to Teddy, he grew solemn and subdued, a shadow of his former self. He had long ago given up hope of ever seeing Lucy again. The last whispers he had overheard was that she had gotten married and was getting ready to give birth to her first child. Teddy had been crushed, his soul destroyed. He had no reason to go on. Everyone could see that he was a fragment of his former self, a shell with no stuffing. There was nothing left in him.

Teddy vanished from thin air it seemed one day. No one could remember where they had seen him last. They gave a brief search for him, but it seemed everyone was glad to see him gone. He was old and bedraggled now. No one wanted to be around him. Teddy was broken and wasting away, rotting and molding it was said.

Then one day, Lucy came home. She brought with her a precocious toddler and a heaping of emotional baggage. Like most relationships in our modern times, it didn't last. Lucy had caught her ex cheating so now she was on her own. With a baby to raise. She needed Teddy. He was the only one who could help her. But no one knew where he had gone. In fact, no one had even thought about him in years.

This wouldn't do for Lucy. She was on the verge on a mental breakdown, and now to hear of this, that Teddy was missing. It just simply wouldn't do.
 Lucy searched high and low for Teddy, day in and day out. She nearly wore herself to a sick bed, not eating or sleeping, so intense was her search for Teddy.

She finally found him one day, in the back of an old shed at the edge of the property. A place they had spent lots of time in as children, a special place for the both of them. Lucy found him weeping his loss of her. She was so overcome with relief upon finding him, that her tears joined with his, and they wept in bitter happiness. For Teddy was in really bad shape, he had come here to pass on to the other world. Teddy could never give up hope that she would come back.

Frowning through her happy tears, Lucy looked down at Teddy and said, "We have to get you cleaned up. You have been my companion through all the tough time, always there for me. I need you now, like I never needed you before. I need you for my daughter, Emma."


With that, Lucy picked up Teddy,"I'm going to make you new again, Teddy. I need you to help me raise my daughter, Emma."
Teddy couldn't have been happier, with the woman he loved, doing her bidding. He really was a cuddly teddy bear.

Jazzing Life away (part 4)

Pulling up in front of his building, Arthur checked to see if the tail was still behind him. His plan wouldn't work if it had pulled off. Arthur was a bit puzzled with their tactics though, you didn't just tail someone from behind the whole time. It just wasn't a productive, inconspicuous way to do things. Even the best driver would get spotted by someone paying attention. "So why were these people so obvious?" Arthur wondered. But now wasn't the time for speculation.

Lee was looking at Arthur expectantly. She had obviously asked him a question, and he had no idea what it was. The blank look on his face giving him away, Arthur opened his mouth to ask her what she had said. Lee forestalled him by saying, "What I said, while you were looking very intently into the side mirror, was what now? Are you really going to go into your office? With that brown car that has been following us since we left lock-up?" Lee wasn't that unfamiliar with his work. She knew what Arthur did, she had gotten his butt out of many troubles. She was a really smart woman. Arthur smiled. "I would kiss you if I wasn't like this, you beautiful woman, you. I need that key I gave you after the Bordeaux case." Lee frowned. That case had been real bad, breaking and entering, kidnapping, all involving this family from one of the low parishes. They had broken into Arthur's office. After which, he had some security features added, and had given her the key for safe-guarding, telling her that he never wanted to ever use it.

Arthur nodded. "It's that serious. I can't tell you about it now. I just can't. You can't know anything right now." The worry grew on Lee's face. Arthur held up his hand to reassure her. "I don't think you are in any danger. But I need to be in "crisis" mode. I need you to go on high alert. Do you remember what I told you to do?" Lee nodded, her lips tight, compressed. She didn't like this, but she knew it was what was needed. Arthur wouldn't be telling any of this if he didn't think it was this serious. "Ok, now when you drive off, you may or may not be followed. I am going to get out and go inside, I have my motorcycle stashed inside, so I will leave that way. I am only going inside to get my gear and then I am out. I am going to the safe house." Arthur had a number of safe houses, New Orleans provided many different avenues for dwellings, all of which appealed to different aspects of his job. You never knew in his business.

Arthur asked, "Do you still have the taser I gave you?" Lee nodded and patted the middle console. "Good, don't go anywhere without it. Now I want you to drive to your home and pack a few bags. Keep an eye out for anyone following you. After you are ready to leave, if they did follow you to your house, call one of your police friends and get them to come harass the car while you leave.Go to your safe house. Stay there. Got it?" Lee gave him a tight smile and nodded. Arthur continued, knowing he needed to be going soon; they had been in the car too long, it was starting to get suspicious. "I am going to stash the cell phone. I will get some burnable ones and call you once I do. Be careful and stay safe." Lee leaned over and kissed him hard, Arthur could tell she was scared. This wasn't her world. Her world was full of innuendo and back-handed comments. She could battle with the best of them, and was a composed woman. But the life of a private detective was gritty, raw and fast-paced. Lee was out of her element. But she trusted Arthur and he really needed her at her best right now.

Breaking the kiss, and giving her a smile, Arthur stepped out of the car. He stretched, surveying the surroundings, looking quickly for the tails. It still seemed to be the one. They weren't trying to hide, sitting right out in the open. Leaning in slightly, Arthur spoke loudly for others to overhear, "Ok, I will be about an hour, just come back then." Lee nodded and Arthur closed the door. The ruse had been started. No matter what, Arthur was committed. He had to see this to the end. Lee drove off, as planned. The brown car didn't move, sitting in the same spot. Either they had another car to tail Lee, or they weren't interested in her. It didn't matter to Arthur. They were now the enemy, and Arthur was going to find out more about them.

Arthur walked to the front door of his building. He liked his building, having bought it about a dozen years ago. To keep people from knowing that it was mostly used by his detective agency, Arthur rented out the street store front to a local music store. They were a little bohemian, but their smoking grass out behind his building didn't bother him. It was the last place anyone would suspect of being a giant spy factory. Arthur smiled, it was ingenious really. Originally the building had been structurally unsound. It was an older design of building, dating back to the late 1800's. It had a crumbling stucco exterior with thick walls. Arthur had the inside gutted and rebuilt to withstand a direct hit by a mortar round. He had built a fortress, without doing a single improvement to the outside of the building. He built a fortified basement with gun safes a water purification system. Then in the attic, he set up a grow-room for crops, and then installed massive solar panels on the roof. Arthur could sustain himself there for almost a year without replenishing any sort of supply.

Going around to the back, Arthur watched to make sure he wasn't being followed. It was starting to get dark, but there wasn't any kids hanging out behind the shop. "Strange," Arthur mused, this time yesterday he had been getting ready to go tail his mark. Now, he was in full crisis mode and was being set up for murder. Arthur wasn't really sure what he had stumbled upon. But he was damn sure he was going to get to the bottom of this. Arthur knew he had plenty of enemies. You didn't spy on people for a living and make lots of friends, but this didn't seem like the type of revenge that Arthur usually received from his normal clients. This had the hallmarks of professionals.

Arthur knew that going into his office was a risk. There surely was a trap in there, but it was the only way to reach his basement. Everything was there. His weapons, his money, his information, his bike, everything. Arthur had an escape tunnel to ride the bike out of, but there was no way to enter that way. He would have to blow a door to get out on a main street. Once blown, there was no quick replacement. Arthur really didn't want to go that route, he would rather just ride it away, but he did have every contingency planned for. However, the only real way to reach the basement was down his secret stairs, you couldn't access it any other way. And those stairs were behind a fake wall in his office. Which was upstairs. High above the ground. So many things could go wrong.

Opening the door, Arthur stepped inside quickly, scanning the room. No movement, no sound other than himself, he paused listening intently. When Arthur heard nothing to raise his suspicions, he turned on the lights. Seeing nothing but a room in disarray, Arthur proceeded cautiously. The layout of the office was simple. A waiting room with a secretaries office, then a long hallway breaking off into a room, a bathroom, and then a large open room with a large office, his office at the back. Nobody would suspect that this was anything out of the ordinary. Arthur kept the office looking this way to support this image. In the basement was his weight/training room, the gun safe, the computer servers, his personal safe, everything important.

It was obvious that someone had been through here, Arthur thought at first. Papers strewn on the floor, pictures askew, drawers open, but Arthur noticed that nothing seemed to have really been touched. As if someone had gone through here disrupting things to make it appear as if someone had searched.
"Stranger and stranger," Arthur thought, "why would someone go to all this effort for nothing?" Things were quickly not adding up. Arthur decided it was best to get what he needed and then get out of here. Nothing was making sense, and this wasn't the place to think about it. Quickly gathering a few items that he needed from the office, he walked to the back wall in the second office. It held a desk and two chairs and a fake tree in the corner, nothing else. Arthur employed a staff, they just never worked here. The only person who ever worked here was a little college girl. She goofed off all day, and didn't ask questions. It was the perfect arrangement for Arthur. She was professional enough when he actually had clients come into the office and that was all he needed.

Walking to the fake tree in the corner, Arthur moved it to reveal a button on the floor with a key slot next to it. Arthur steeped on the button on the floor. The back wall silently slid open, revealing a spiral staircase. Arthur pulled the key from his pocket, and inserted it into the keyslot, and turned the key. He had just armed one of the security features he had added. The next time someone pushed the button without unlocking the button would set off an intruder alarm causing the doors to lock and a knockout gas to be delivered via the air ducts. Arthur wasn't taking any chances. Satisfied, he withdrew the key and started down the staircase. It was time to be going.

Missing

He had that feeling again. It came and went. Usually at the most inopportune time. Such as now, now when he had important things to do. Work never ended.

It was hard to explain, what missing her felt like. It changed almost every day it seemed. But some things  remained the same. The empty void in his soul never went away.

It was in the little things. The way she used to say his name, depending on the inflection, could either bring waves of joy or him looking for a place to hide. But no matter how she said his name, the absence of that voice now echoed louder than her words ever did.

It was a physical ache as well. Like he was missing an appendage. He understood what amputees must feel. Like that ghost limb was still there. He could still feel her presence. He wondered if she was as unhappy without him as he was without her.

Her smell would waft around him from time to time causing him to cast about himself searching for her. Her smell was so strong, that he would have sworn she had just walked past. The floral spicy scent that was completely her, there was no perfume like it.

His loss tormented his waking moments, and his slumber was filled with haunting dreams.

But it was the only way he could be. He knew he would never see her again. Not here, locked away for the rest of his life in prison.

Jarring

Alone.
That's all he ever really wanted. Just peace and tranquility. He wanted to get away from the pests, those that wouldn't leave him be.

He felt conspicuous here. Like every eye was on him, watching, waiting. For what?, he never knew. It wasn't like he was going to metamorphose into a butterfly, he wasn't a freaking caterpillar.

Judging and weighing, the scrutiny could become unbearable. But he had no choice, he was trapped in this prison. Ohhhh, how he longed for fresh air, to feel the wind, the sun beating down on him.

He knew it wouldn't be long now before he took the big nap. There really wasn't any other choice for him. He couldn't stay here forever, and they were never going to let him out. No, he was here for good.

Trapped like a fly in a jar.

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Desire

There is a timeline for every event. A list of events preceding the finale. Nothing is truly random.

But he didn't believe this. For his timeline seemed increasingly random. No matter how hard he tried to put the pieces together in some coherent form, it still just didn't add up.

He looked down on the woman sucking his cock. She was taking in his entire length, swallowing every inch and still managing to stroke his cock with her tongue. That took talent.
He shook his head in amazement. It was still all just a random course of events. Random, nothing was random. She pulled her mouth back off his cock, slowly, until the head was all that remained in her mouth. Her tongue licked the head of his dick. It felt so damn good. He couldn't take it any more and grabbed her head with both hands, shoving her mouth all the way down on his cock, pushing the head into her throat. With a massive thrust, he came deep in her throat. He couldn't help hunching her face a little, pushing her head deep into his crouch. Spent, he pulled out of her mouth and sat back.

Such random events, and yet here he was. Getting his cock sucked, and from the furious way the woman was rubbing her pussy, he knew he was fixing to ruin that. His cock throbbed with desire, there was no waiting for the next hard-on, he was ready to go.

Without warning, he flipped her onto her back and spread her legs. With the same intensity, he shoved his engorged cock hard into her wet pussy. She cried out in pain and pleasure. He didn't want to draw attention to what he was doing, so he put his hand over her mouth, silencing her. She came instantly, he could feel her hot juices running down his balls and legs. Her pussy muscles pulled him deeper into her.
With reckless abandonment, he started thrusting into her. Pulling out in long deep strokes and slamming as hard into her as he could, each time drawing an exclamation from her. She was enthralled, lost in the midst of a massive organism. She was his for the taking. Harder and harder he pounded, the slap of his balls against her ass was only marked by her halfmoans of pleasure.

Still she was too loud, he tightened his hand over her mouth, reducing to noise to a muffled grunt. Her eyes cut up towards him, he knew she wanted more. Without a single word being uttered, he moved his hand from her mouth to her throat. He could tell it was what she wanted as her cum ran down his legs again and her eyes rolled back into her head.

Random occurrences, chance meetings. Five minutes earlier, or later and he wouldn't have seen her, he would have missed the opportunity completely. Sure there were other women, but none near as beautiful as her. He thought she would have resisted more when he first approached her, but she went without a struggle. Quickly he had tied her up and taken her away in his van.

Now as he thrust deeper and deeper into the woman, his hand partially restricting her airway, he thought about how willing she had been when he had started to rape her. She wanted to be raped, even now as he choked off her airway, she wrapped her legs around his body pulling him deeper into her. Almost unconscious, her body was convulsing with one organism after another, each one harder than the last.
The pull of her pussy muscles against his dick had the desired effect, and with a massive thrust that brought a muffled scream, he came deep within her, filling her with his seed.

Spent, he pulled himself off of her, releasing her neck and rolling over onto his back. This set of random events, in any other normal course, would have finished in the murder of the woman. But now, as he lay back, weary from the sex, she just snuggled close to him, content, comfortable.

Such a strange turn of events.

silence speaking volumes

He sat on the couch, watching tv. Life was as normal. Well, mostly. He checked his phone. Still no message. She should have sent something by now. A text, a call, a picture, hell he didn't care. Just as long as he knew she was safe.

That was all that really mattered to him, her well-being. The t.v. played on, but he was no longer paying any attention. He was lost in his memories of her. The way she felt, she smelled, the look in her eyes when she smiled at him. These things warmed his heart on the cold nights alone. He held her so close in his heart.

The few instances they had time to spend together was magical. No words needed to be spoken. It was a meeting of bodies, desire, and fulfillment. He felt so complete when she was around. But things being what they were, these moments were fleeting, and far in-between. But oh so satisfying.

He checked his phone again, just knowing she had contacted him. Still nothing. He checked to make sure the phone was working properly. A brief inspection showed that it was fine. And yet no word from her. Surely she was home by now.

He wished that her home was with him. But she denied the feelings in her heart. She denied the desire inside. Or she tried to.  But she couldn't, and so he would see her, talk with her, hold her in his arms and absorb all her worries. When they were together, the world ceased to exist. It was a utopia.

It had been so wonderful, this past time they were together. Another magical experience. But as always she had to leave. This time though, things had seemed diffierent. Her reluctance to leave was stronger. She wanted to stay. Circumstances forced her to leave.

As he sat waiting, watching the phone. She was all he could think about. Hopefully, soon, she would call.

Lust

He woke from a deep slumber. Something wasn't right. He lay in bed listening. Nothing out of the ordinary. He must have been dreaming. He closed his eyes. Slowly, he started drifting back to his dream. He had been dreaming of her. Of holding her, making love to her. It had been so long since he had last seen her.

"I must be dreaming," he thought. He could smell her smell, her perfume was wafting through the air. Either he was dreaming, or he was imagining things. There could be no way for him to be smelling this smell.

He heard his bedroom door open and close. He was awake now. This was real, happening now. He sat up in bed peering towards the door, dumbfounded that anyone was actually in his room, especially at this time of night. Looking intently, he made out a figure move through the shadows and approach the bed.

As he drew breath to utter a shout of alarm, he was silenced by a simple "shhh." Without another word, or sound, she climbed into his bed. Her body was beautifully naked and exquisite to his eyes. The mooonlight coming in through the windows illuminated most of her naked body, leaving the best parts in shadow. Not really believing his eyes, he watched her lean in for his kiss. He felt her warm lips on his, opening wide with desire, her tongue sliding into his mouth.

No words were necessary. He couldn't control himself. Some form of animal took control. He pulled her tight into him kissing her to her soul. So deeply that for a time they breathed in harmony, exhale for inhale, lips still locked, tongues playing around. He rolled her onto her back and looked down upon her face. He couldn't believe his luck, but he wasn't going to question things. There were other things on his mind.

He leaned his head down, and kissed the side of her neck, drawing an instant response. Her breathing quickened, her nipples harden under his chest. He could feel the desire of her pussy radiating out from her crotch. He wanted to drink from that well so bad, but he had other things that he had to attend to first.

He slowly made his way down her chest, nipping her skin slightly with his mouth, Every time he touched her with his lips, he could feel the skin pebble with her anticipation. He made his way to her breasts, and laid his head between the ample globes. He breathed her scent in deeply, his penis was rock hard, and dripping. Soon, soon he would find his release. Kissing her diamond hard nipples gently, he alternated between one breast and another. Each time finding the nipple harder. He gently sucked a nipple into his mouth, mimicking the suckling of a child. She moaned in agony, she needed release, and he was teasing.

Moving his mouth further south, he found her clit with his tongue, gently flicking it, causing her to inhale sharply. He then sucked it into his mouth and rolled it around. He could smell her cum leaking out of her pussy. She needed to be sucked dry. He placed his mouth over her vagina and started lapping her juices. She cried out in pleasure and came again, hard, clamping his head between her legs like a vice. He just licked and sucked until she rode it out.

As her orgasm subsided, she pulled his head up for a kiss, cleaning her juices from his face. He was so hard it ached, but before he could do anything, she had wrapped her hands around his cock and pulled him into her hot, wet, aching pussy. As desperately horny for fulfillment as she was, he didn't waste any time but pushed himself as hard into her as he could. He could feel her cum again, her pussy walls pulling him deep, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pulled him deeper.

Now was his time. With a practiced stroke, he started pounding her pussy as hard as he could. Using his weight, he just kept thrusting deeper and deeper. Her orgasms were non-stop by now, but he didn't stop. Over and over he thrust, deeper and harder. He felt the end of her, her wall. He was as deep as he could possibly go. He kept thrusting, but knew his climax was near. It had been a long time since they had joined in union.

Feeling his cum rising in him, knowing that there was no stopping it, he pushed as hard into her as he could.As she gasped with pleasure, he kissed her as hard as he could, taking her exhaled breath and filling her with his cum. It was too much for her, and she finally went over the edge.

As she lay there, legs trembling from orgasm, he rolled her onto her side. Even though he had cum, he was still rock hard. Slowly lifting her upper leg, he pushed his throbbing cock into her wet hot cauldron once more. She moaned in contentment, liking the feeling of being filled.

As they drifted towards sleep, he wondered if this was really a dream? He would know when he awoke. But for now, now there was this beautiful sex-starved lover whom he was inside. She was moving her hips slightly, he knew she was ready to go again, he was still rock hard. He smiled, dream or no, he was going to sleep good after all the sex.

Survival

The days got hotter, and longer it seemed. The heat was intense and unrelenting. Who knew the aftermath would be this severe?
He had stayed, waiting, protecting, hoping to have something for her to return to. The house had sustained minimal damage, but the power continued to remain off. Food had long since been eaten or disposed of. Nothing remains to hold onto, everyone has had left long ago. And yet he still waited.

She had left long ago, way before the storm even approached. She said she had to leave, it was for the best.
He had passed his limits a long time ago, sleep deprived, bordering upon starvation and dehydration. And yet he waited.

He waited because his heart told him to. He stayed because he couldn't forget. He hoped for the love that left.

And that would never change.

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