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“YOU FOLLOWED HER!!” they shout in unison.

He laughs that beautiful eyes scrunching, pearly whites gleaming, dimples showing chuckle of his, the one that makes all women’s panties go up in flames.  And he’s mine, all mine.

“Yes, I followed her, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok to follow strangers, it could be very dangerous, but this is our story.  Now, where was I?” he pauses for moment for dramatic effect, tapping his cheek with his finger, “Oh, yes, I started to follow your mother down the street.  She walked about a block and when I finally caught up to her it was right at that moment her heel got stuck in the sidewalk and she almost fell flat on her face right there in front of God and everyone.  And do you know what I did?”  He smirks knowing what’s coming.

“YOU CAUGHT HER!!”  They shout in chorus again.

“Yes, I caught the woman of my dreams in my arms and from that moment we started to live happily ever after.”  He looks at me and leans over smiling softly and kisses me gently.  The kids erupt in loud applause just like they do every single time Marco tells this story.  

“Tell us about when you asked mommy to marry you, daddy!!!”  Carmela squeals, clapping her hands and bouncing in her booster seat.  Marco Jr.’s going right along with her with his hands hitting the table.

Marco turns to the kids and brings his face very close to them, “What is tonight, kids?” he almost whispers.

“CHRISTMAS EVE!!”

“That’s right, mommy’s favorite night of the year, right after your birthday, so, we are going to be extra good and after lunch you’re going to go pick up your toys and maybe tonight after The Night Before Christmas I’ll tell you that one.  Now, Santa’s not going to be very pleased if you don’t finish your lunch.”

“But I’m not hungry,” Carmela pouts crossing her arms in front of her but Marco Jr. digs in.

“Alright, princess, how about a little apple sauce then I’ll let you up?” Marco coos to her.

“Ok, daddy, just a little,” and she knows she has him right where she wants him.

That night after the children have been bathed, their story read to them in front of the Christmas tree in the family room, and have been tucked in with Marco telling them again about when he asked me to marry him we finally get a moment to ourselves.

Marco is sitting on the loveseat in our bedroom where my portrait, the one he took of me, hangs over our bed.  He had another copy made when I promised not to destroy this one.

“Come here, baby,” Marco lifts his arm beckoning for me to come and rest my head there. 

I go and sit with him leaning against his chest just soaking in the feeling of him.  He kisses me gently on the top of my head.

“We still have presents to wrap, don’t we, my love?”

I sigh heavily remembering those other two bags of toys that still need to be wrapped in our closet.

“Yes.”

“Go get me the ribbon, baby, I’ll start now,” his voice rumbles through my body.

I think to myself, ‘I just sat down, shit,’ but I get up to retrieve the bag of ribbons and scissors and tape from the closet.

I stand in front of him setting the bag on the table then I start to turn to get the paper.

“Stop, Elizabeth.”  His voice has dropped and become firmer.

It’s that voice, the one that makes my sex leak.  I suck in a sharp breath instinctively just from the sound of his voice, licking me in my most intimate parts.

“I want you to strip for me, baby, then I’m going to tie you up like my Christmas present and play with you.  Take your clothes off, my love, let me look at my beautiful wife.”

The End

I hope you enjoyed STRANGER and SWITCH as much as I enjoyed writing them and I hope you will take a piece of Marco and Elizabeth with you.  <3

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Elsie is leaning against the wall while the bass pumps through her small body, the beat so hard you can almost see her breasts jiggling snuggled inside the vinyl black ‘Cat Woman’ body suit she’s wearing.  Even if she does say so herself she looks pretty damn hot wrapped tightly in that shiny black second skin.  The Halloween party that UE Movie Studios threw tonight is a huge success, anybody that’s somebody is here tonight including her best friend Elizabeth’s boyfriend, Marco Kastanopoulis, apparently the newest celebrity in town.  It looks like the poor guy is stuck working tonight, having to talk to all of the boring old stiff shirts in town like the councilman and newspaper editors and anyone else Elsie would probably fall asleep talking to.  Right now he broke away from his watch dog, She-devil, and his sidekick, Pretty Boy, to get some much needed alone time with Elizabeth.  Which is why Elsie is sitting by herself. 

Out of the corner of her eye Elsie sees John Wolfe walking towards her, he should have been named John Bear, the man is as huge as one and almost as formidable at first glance.  She becomes a blithering oozing pile of female hormones whenever he comes into view.  Tonight he’s shirtless, which is completely killing her.  That big wide torso ripples with all of his muscles every move he makes, dressed in just Indian style fringe pants and moccasins with a band tied around the bulging muscles of one his upper arms. On the other side is a tribal tattoo starting on his shoulder coming mid-way down the upper part of his arm with a band of some sort of design at the bottom.  It feeds down his shoulder blade on to his back leading to a beautiful wolf.  On his upper chest is a pair of wings with the Sacred Heart of Jesus in the center and a star on his other shoulder.   And the man doesn’t walk, he stalks, everything about him shouts predator and I’m-gonna-take-whatever-I-want.  The very thought of it makes her mouth drool, how she would love to be his prey, hunted and stalked by him until he takes her, devouring her, leaving her completely breathless.  She shakes herself, trying to snap out of her thoughts, the outfit she’s wearing doesn’t leave room for unnecessary moisture.

From her other side she sees Brian Daniels coming towards her as well.   He’s the other end of the spectrum of John’s dark and intense, he’s drop dead good looking blonde and blue eyes with a disarmingly sweet smile, six foot laid back elegance.  These two together are lethal and she knows she’s in trouble, the simple act of speech will be nearly impossible with them. 

“Hi Elsie,” John’s melted caramel voice envelopes Elsie, making her heat rise and her heart race.

“Hi John,” is all she can manage which is out of character for Elsie, her tongue is razor sharp and ready to shred at a moment’s notice.

“All alone?” Brian comes up on her other side and her temperature sky rockets even more.

“Yeah, um, Marco came over and pulled Elizabeth away from the dance floor for a little while, I think he was lonely with those two with him,” she lifts her chin in the direction where her friend is standing.

“Well, Elsie, we’ve made it our mission to make sure you’re ok,” John takes another step closer to Elsie, just on the verge of being intimately close. 

“Oh?” is all she can intelligibly say, his body heat and his completely he-man delicious smell is fogging her brain with erotic images and she doesn’t trust herself not say something that might come out sounding like, ‘yes, please push me up against the wall and rip my clothes off.’

“And our missions are always completed with the utmost satisfaction, Elsie,” Brian takes a step closer as well, his panty melting smile working his magic on her, making her squirm from the pulsing deep in her core. 

“You don’t mind if we make you our mission, do you Elsie?”

Brian’s voice licks her with fire, igniting her, as images of both of them taking her, getting her lost in oblivion and she’s instantly ready to cum at the mere thought of both of their mouths, their hands, their cocks all over her body.  She gasps fighting the urge to lean her face against John’s bare chest and licking him from where that happy trail starts, then dipping her tongue in his belly button listening to his breath catch from the wet touch, to finally sucking on those tight little nipples of his. 

Elsie’s face lifts to look into both of theirs.  The promises of erotic delights beyond her most intimate imagination are being offered to her without words, without a touch, without so much as a whisper but they couldn’t be any clearer.  And there is no way she can resist.  She is so screwed.

About the Author

N.M. Catalano was born in the Bronx, grew up in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains and moved to Manhattan as soon as she could after high school. After spending several years there working for a fashion designer she was forced to move to the coast down south, yes, that's right, and wouldn't change a thing. She started writing ten years ago and hasn't stopped since as the stories insist on being told. She has two beautiful daughters who are extremely artistic, write beautifully and are musically inclined, thank God, because they keep her up to date on the latest songs.  Follow her on Twitter @N.M. Catalano and on Facebook, N.M. Catalano Writer.