you kissed me down my spine and made me feel divine.

* * * Rough, hard hands, now soft, caressed my back, pulling me close. His fresh, musky scent entered my nostrils, calming the hiccups assulting my body. "Sh, Lys. Calm down. It's okay. I've got you. There's no need to be upset." Anger coursed through my veins as I sprang up and spoke to him in a deadly whisper "No need to be upset? No need to be up-flipping-set? The boy I loved died to save me. He sacrificed himself to the ocean. To you, to you oh great and powerful Poseidon, to you. So when you go through that and get upset well boo-frigging-hoo." * * * Allysia cut herself off that day. Never spoke another word after those 6 words. Blocked all emotions. Until Poseidon DO NOT, I repeat NOT, expect updates to this story to be quick and regular, I merely write when I fancy. Also this is unedited and therefore imperfect, when I have completed it I will go through and edit it thoroughly. #709 in fantasy - December 12th 2016 #460 in fantasy - June 29th 2017 #288 in fantasy - July 16th 2017 #578 in fantasy - October 6th 2017 #519 in fantasy - December 5th 2017 #203 in fantasy - December 12th 2017

She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved