Time: Chapters 1-2 (Revised) - Sex Stories

Time: Chapters 1-2 (Revised)

... style houses. Probably folks who moved form America and got their houses built. In it's own way it was pretty cool. Though not as London-esque as I'd hoped it would be. My thoughts are swiftly cut off and I see blackness as a blunt piece of metal collides with my skull. I feel myself falling as my world spins and the collision spot pulsing as my life-blood flows out. 5. I'm in a room surrounded by bright lights and beautiful girls. There is smoke in the room. Thick enough to choke Hulk Hogan. It isn't from tobacco or cannabis; That much I could tell. A girl walks up to me. She is breath-taking. She is wearing Indian style garb. I Don't know exactly what her clothes are called , but I knows she's gorgeous enough to be compared to the Goddess Shiva. I see the red dot on her forehead and crinkle my brow. I think to myself, "Isn't that head marking a religious thing? If she works here she must not be a good girl." (Smirk ;) 6. She beckons to me and I walk towards her slowly. As I walk she mouths her name in the way most erotic way I've ever seen lips take shape. Kuri. I almost expel the air left in my lungs but I catch myself just as I get within talking range of her. Alright, maybe a little more than talking range. I couldn't help it. I was just drawn to her. She smiles and begins to speak silver into my ears. 7. "I've been waiting for you, sir. Judging by your dress I see you're not from around here." "No, I'm not. How can you tell the difference though? It looks to me like I'm ...

... wearing just what all these other blokes (blokes? :D) are wearing. What are YOU wearing? You definitely look not from around here."` "You are correct, sir. I come from India. That's all you get, now it's time for fun." "Oz..OZ! Wake up!" 8. I am awoken from my forced slumber by an angel. Grace? No, what the hell. "GRACE?!" I sit up slowly and rub my head where I was hit. "Hey, Ozzy." She smiles softly and I check my surroundings. I'm no longer outside. I wonder how long I was out. I'm still a bit dazed. MY head has been roughly bandaged up and I can feel it throbbing. Grace looks beautiful. She's wearing the same style of clothing I got here in. She's dressed like a tom-boy. If I hadn't seen her face every day..I'd have never guessed it was her. What the hell is going on? "Grace..what..what are you doing here? Where ARE we?" I ask with a tinge of nervous excitement. "Oz, I didn't think they'd throw you in so soon. I thought we had more time." She looks down morosely. "More time? Time for what? What are you talking about, Grace?" Her brown beret frames her head perfectly. We're in a bedroom. The bed I'm assuming she'd lain me in after she found me was not comfortable at all. I stand up and face her. She thinks for a moment. Her eyes darting away from me and up to the right. She's not lying. 9. ""Oz, I'm with Fringe. Your family..the Olveras..The Family. We've been enemies for years. Fringe started me early on. I'm been changing history since I was 12." Her eyes are icy as she ...