Free Conspiracy Theory by Jackie McMahon

Conspiracy Theory
     
     
    H is tongue pushed into her month and his hand cupped her breast as he teased her nipple. She welcomed it as her breath came in gasps from his searing touch. She never wanted anyone as much as him. He moaned as she scratched his back with her fingertips. He immediately moved his hand to her wet crotch. He used his skilled fingers as he shoved two of them inside of her while he let his thumb stroke against her clit.
    She moaned while throwing her head back against the pillows. The erotic touch of his fingers ignited her as she pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him long and hard as it was a silent beg for him to fuck her. He quickly withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his hard erect cock. She sucked in a deep breath as he slid the tip in, slowly at first, stretching her wet pussy. She was left breathless as he took her ability to speak by rocking himself deeper within her tight pussy while pressing his lips to hers to swallow her cries from the most intensive orgasm that was beginning to rip through her…
     
    Victoria's alarm clock buzzed in the background as it always did every other day, waking her out of her dream while letting her know that it was time to get up and start a new day. She ignored it as she snuggled up against her pillow. She was always up before the alarm, but today was different. She thought that she could take it easy and sleep in. She’s been in a robotic mind state for months now and today was a day to slow down. She laid there thinking about the dream with her ex, a man she loved, but couldn’t find it in herself to take the next step with. It was a small step, into sharing one another’s possessions, moving in together. Just the thought of only having one man in her bed was something all too new for her. She loved going out and meeting new people, and of course meeting new men.
    She stretched out, reaching for the alarm and swatting it off. She then got up and stretched as the lingering hangover crept its ugly little head out. Taking her fingers she began to rub her temples to try to subside the aching headache that flowed through her head. She groggily walked into the kitchen and searched for some aspirins in the cabinets. Finding some, she took two and tossed them in her mouth while washing them down with a bottle of water. While slowly strolling back to her bedroom she glanced at her laptop which sat open on her coffee table. Her somewhat conscious mind mulled over the blog posts she had to do for the day. She plopped herself on the couch and in front of her laptop. The bright light blinded her as it turned on and awakened her senses.
    Victoria smiled. She greatly enjoyed her day job as a conspiracy reporter for a big time blog, but she wished her nights as a sexual vixen didn’t leave her with such debilitating headaches. With a sigh, she scratched her hea d and turned back to her laptop. There were some interesting conspiracies to go through as she skimmed through her emails. According to a reliable source there was still no sign of Jackson Cambridge, an ex Secret Service operative who spilled classified information about Project Blue Book and the Majestic 12, before he magically vanishing off the face of the Earth. Which mostly meant Cambridge was in hiding enjoying the luxury of high end hotels for as long as he liked. Victoria believed it was unlikely Cambridge would disappear off the grid after being so involved with NASA and its alliances who watched over the citizens of this planet. It was obviously a cover-up and that’s where Victoria’s digging around as a reporter came into play.
    The government had been relatively transparent with Project Blue Book. It was an endeavor for the US government to catalog and examine every instance of supposed alien contact, visitation, and spacecraft reported to them. The project spanned out for years and its official result was that there existed no substantial evidence that these incidents were the result of