GND 30Chapter 2
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Mel’s little SUV was not on my driveway when I got home, which was disappointing, to say the least. I’d been anticipating its presence all day.
She finally arrived an hour after I did, looking stressed and drawn. That was worrying, but she quickly reassured me that it had nothing to do with me; she’d just had a really bad day at work.
I was very glad to see her. Not only because she was back with us, but also because I needed the distraction. After being welcomed home by three dogs, which had been great, things had gone a little south, and I’d successfully lost my own good mood, and had potentially offended Kara and Tara by cursing at the TV – something Max was kinda used to, but I hoped they weren’t.
I’d made the dumb mistake of switching on the TV to catch the news, only to be forcefully reminded that goddam Hillary goddam Roddam goddam Clinton was still polling ten points ahead of Bernie Sanders to be the Democratic candidate for President. Bernie’s got some great values ... but ... also some crazy ideals, so I could never quite bring myself to vote for him. In my opinion, he’s a little too ready to see the good in people. Too innocent, too ‘nice’ to do what’s necessary. Support the genuinely unfortunate and needy, yes, but not the freeloaders, the leeches who believe that other peoples tax dollars owe them a living. Sorry, Bernie, but America will never be socialist, nor should it be. If you can support yourself, you should do so. No undeserved free rides; otherwise, I quite like your approach.
It was goddam Roddam’s candidacy that really annoyed me. The sheer arrogance. She’d got the DNC support because of who she was, not what she had to bring to the party. Political dynasties are always a bad thing, period. It’s why we got rid of the English kings two centuries ago. To be able to choose our own leaders. I also hated the fact that so many of the Wall Street ‘elite’ were openly funding her campaign; the very last thing America needed was for that bunch of corrupt crooks to be in behind-the-scenes control again, instead of in jail where they belonged. The God-awful damage they’d done to our country in 2008 through their casino banking and thirst for ever-more-dubious derivatives to trade should never be forgotten. Our taxes, their representation in the administration. Nope. Goddam Roddam, like her wayward spouse, is way too close to bankers and billionaires, too fond of wasteful foreign wars where brave and patriotic Americans get killed and maimed in some nameless overseas shithole, purely for the benefit of her backers and their stockholders. Oh, and the thought of Slick Willie as ‘First Gentleman’ was almost as distasteful as “Chelsea Clinton 2024’. No, never, not ever.
Maybe I’d have to vote Republican – which at least did NOT mean two-faced liar Ted ‘slimeball’ Cruz, who I hate even more than I do goddam Roddam. How he could look himself in the mirror after his self-promoting antics over the human disaster that was Hurricane Sandy, I’ll never understand, no matter how he and his supporters try to spin it. Failing to help your fellow Americans when they are in trouble is also un-American.
Not that a non-Democrat vote was gonna count for much in California the way things are going. Maybe a write-in vote, just to register my displeasure at both candidates? California has the most stringent requirements to get on the ballot paper, so a write-in is just a protest, it’s never actually gonna elect anyone. I still reckon Kermit the frog is better motivated to work for the greater good than anyone currently infesting Capitol Hill.
You know something funny? I was told in college that the original intention of the Founding Fathers was that the losing candidate would become the Vice President to the winner; some weird idea that they’d just have to pull together, and that it would heal divisions and temper extremism. Right. Like that would work now. Must have been a very different class of politician in those days, maybe that’s why they were referred to as ‘statesmen’. Before they went around kissing babies and pardoning turkeys in public, and kissing donor’s asses in private.
You ever see that clip of Sarah Palin pardoning a turkey, while one of its friends is being force-fed into the guillotine behind her, clearly in shot, no mistaking what was happening? Me, I’d have fed my aide’s head into the guillotine for letting that one get out. You do an unashamed plug to the turkey-pardoning caucus, and you can’t even get that right? That clip was the turkey’s turkey. I guess we get the politicians we deserve.
I’ll respect our politicians just as soon as they start demonstrating some respect for the American people and begin doing their jobs for the long-term benefit of everyone, not just their backers. And most of the current crop just can’t think that way.
Mind you, Kermit? Miss Piggy as First Lady? Gonzo for Veep? Animal at State? Fozzie Bear as Chief Justice? Maybe that is a ticket I could get behind...
That’s enough politics.
Anyhow, I was so pleased to see Mel, and so keen to comfort her for her bad day, that I completely forgot about my minor personal gripe with all the shenanigans in Washington.
She made a great fuss of all three dogs, and they did her, which put a genuine smile back on her face. Dogs, they’re always pleased to have your company, and they show it. We’d discussed having therapy dogs in the hospital, there’s nothing more calming than stroking a pooch, but the risks of infection (and litigation) rate way higher with the lawyers than some ‘feel-good factor’ that couldn’t be measured. I think that’s a shame, but I can’t produce the factual evidence to convince the skeptics. If I ever do end up in an elderly care home, I want one which encourages companion animals.
I gave Mel a glass of wine; she took a quick shower and changed into white shorts and pink polo shirt. Looked great. Girl Next Door beautiful. I cuddled her on the couch while we waited for our food delivery, gently massaging her neck and shoulders to tease out some of the tension knots that had built up in her muscles.
She explained that it had been just one of those days. “I know that I shouldn’t expect it to run like clockwork, but there are still so many fucking jackasses in this industry. Two girls, two guys, simple foursome shoot, everyday bread and butter. One scene before lunch, the other after. Wrapped by four and home by five. Doesn’t sound too fucking difficult, does it? All of us on set at ten, equipment tested, ready for makeup, short one guy. He finally got there at twenty past eleven, still half stoned from last night. Fucking piece of shit. Hadn’t read the script, hadn’t shaved; if we could have gotten someone else in time, we absolutely would have. Edwin, the director, has put the word out; they won’t be using him ever again. Another fucking asshole who thinks he’s God’s gift to women and he’s untouchable just because he’s got nine inches. The girls say they won’t work with him either; they’ve both got stubble rash and bruises they didn’t need. Trouble is, they may not have the choice. If he’s booked for a shoot, then they have to perform with him, or their reputation for reliability suffers.”
“Does that happen often?”
“Too damned often. A lot of directors keep a shit list of agents whose talent keeps fucking up; they always blame the performer, but they shouldn’t be representing a serial douche-bag zero like that guy. If someone’s got such a drug problem that midweek they can’t turn up on time and sober, then they shouldn’t fucking be available for bookings. If the agent doesn’t care, then his people won’t.”
She ranted on for some time while I held her; I guessed that she really needed to get these feelings off of her chest as well. It was yet another area where she required a true friend. It’s not like you can bitch to your employer that your boss is an incompetent asshole, or some of your work colleagues aren’t worth minimum wage. That’s what friends and family are for. Mel hadn’t had that support network for a while; I was more than ready to help her out there.
The beer and pizza and my listening eventually comforted her. I gave us both a heaped bowl of ice cream to follow. With chocolate sauce. Sometimes you just gotta pig out, fuck the calorie counting.
She was much more relaxed when we did the night-time routine and went to bed.
We talked a bit more, well, for another couple of hours, holding each other tight. We’d graduated to me lying on my back with her on my chest; my erection resting against her belly until it forgot to keep going. Then it was just bodily contact for comfort and sympathy. I rubbed her back and shoulders gently, she seemed to appreciate that as she opened up her heart to me.
Turned out that her 30th birthday hadn’t been the sole catalyst in her deciding to look for a soulmate. A couple of months before that, she’d ‘celebrated’ her tenth ‘pornaversary’, and that landmark had rocked her back on her heels. She almost couldn’t believe that ten years on she was still making porn, and it made her think long and hard (she did ask me to excuse the pun) about giving it up. The days of her being in the top-ranked 100 porn stars worldwide were long gone; new names and faces had come to feed the ever-hungry demand. She knew her money-making days were numbered unless she had the necessary surgery to fill the MILF and step-mother roles. If she hadn’t developed her other film-making skills, she’d have had little choice but to continue being fucked, or make the career-change move into accountancy; but she’d talked to a few friendly directors and her agent, and picked up a couple of camera intern jobs which had very quickly led to real paid work. She’d discovered that all her past experience of seeing things done the wrong way had made her knowledgeable about what did work best, and of actual value to her directors in saving time and stress. Some of them were now actively asking her to be part of their teams.
“There’s no doubt that the industry prefers to ride hot young starlets hard for a couple of years, then discard them as soon as they lose their appeal for some fresh young meat, heaven knows there’s an ample supply. There’s a big MILF and Cougar market, but the old days when Amber Lynn could work for 25 years and make that transition are gone; the hot MILFs like Brandi Love came in as a second career. She’d actually been married for 15 years and had a kid before she entered the industry; probably why she manages to look so fresh and enthusiastic. I’ve done a few scenes with her, she’s a nice lady. I just couldn’t see myself in her position, though, fucking on camera in my forties, not having started before I was twenty.”
“Forties?”
“Yeah, she’s got the genes and the attitude; she’s looked after herself so she’s still real hot. She made her first movies with her husband; they’re actually swingers in real life, so porn wasn’t ever going to be a problem that way. She’s one heck of a businesswoman; she dreamed up that ‘Moms teach sex‘ genre, and it’s done real well. Me, I’m ready for a big change in lifestyle. I couldn’t do what she does, and I don’t need to. Ten years was enough, and I didn’t want to just drift into history. Going into production and technical was a match for my degree, and I’ve found that I enjoy it way more than I did the acting.”
She giggled. “Now it’s me making the performers wait around between shots. I don’t ever do it on purpose, unless they’re being complete dickheads, but at least I now understand why it happens so often!”
“You want to make a second career on the technical side of porn?”
“Absolutely! It’s challenging, interesting, and I know enough people to be sure of working steadily.”
I thought for a moment. I’d need to know a little bit more, but I reckoned that I could live with that. I’d read something in a magazine article about Sheryl Sandberg, in which she’d said ‘the single most important career decision a woman makes is whether she has a life partner and who that partner is, I don’t know of a single woman in a leadership position whose life partner is not fully – and I mean fully – supportive of her career’. Yeah, I could most probably support Mel being on the correct side of the adult movie camera. The wrong side, no.
She took a sip of her drink and continued. “Anyway, I finally figured out that I needed to quit the acting before I could find Mr Right. Yeah, a number of people I know well are married and still performing; some work together, some partners are outside the industry. I talked to those I knew were married or in steady relationships, and they gave me some good advice. I wish I’d known some of it when I was with Ricky; like that quite often the partner attends the shoots, so there’s no pretense, no cheating. I don’t know if you’ve heard of Stormy Daniels, she’s a real kind person. She’s married; they’ve had a daughter recently, and Stormy’s still performing, still popular. Same with Brandi. So it CAN be done, you just have to meet someone with that spark, someone who can handle it; but I hadn’t done that in ten years. Heck, I haven’t even given my number to a guy since Ricky; there was no-one I wanted to see socially. I guess I finally came to realize that I’d have to find myself a civilian, and that I’d have to change the work that I do.”
“No-one with any spark at all?”
“No-one. Ricky started as a friend, it was more than just him wanting to fuck me. Trouble was, there wasn’t enough for either of us; him to accept my job, me to try hard enough to help him understand that it wasn’t disrespecting him.”
IMHO, I wasn’t too sure that I could have outlasted Ricky as the boyfriend of a porn star. I could see his point of view all too well. I guess I’m too conventional; I wouldn’t want the bragging rights, and my pride probably couldn’t have taken the hit either. Like I’d told Mel at our first meeting, I’m a serial monogamist. But seriously, she hadn’t dated any of the guys she’d fucked on camera? “None of the studs worth even a second look?”
Just before I got into bed, I logged in to the app again and messaged her ‘sleep well’, she quickly replied ‘and you’. Actually, I didn’t get to sleep for a while; I was trying to pin down the word that best described how I felt. I’d almost given up going through my vocabulary when it came to me. I’d felt completely at ease with Mel, immediately comfortable with someone I’d only just met. It wasn’t a sudden infatuation or mere lust, it was something deeper than that. A natural closeness. That...
Thursday was a late day; I took a stroll around the hospital to see how the evening clinics were running. They’re surprisingly popular with people needing routine monitoring or annual healthchecks, but either not wanting their boss or work colleagues to know about it, or too busy making money to take an hour or two off work. All was well, so I headed for home. Even better, Max wasn’t too upset with me that I was home late. He’s a lot more forgiving than Marsha ever was. Okay, so I fed him...
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Thursday morning, Helga was already talking on her phone as I walked past her desk in the outer office. Her eyebrows raised in question as she saw me, and I gave her a ‘thumbs up’, which she returned. Of course she came in with my coffee a few minutes later, demanding more detail; I told her that it was going well and we had a movie date the next evening. “Don’t forget to call her tonight just to keep in touch!” “Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll do that just as soon as Max has had his supper.” Helga...
I told Mel the – slightly edited – story of Helga’s flowers when I called her at nine o’clock that evening; she giggled and responded that she too very much liked receiving bouquets. I chuckled and explained that I needed to see her in person to make that happen, and ... when would suit her? As she was leaving for her Vegas convention early Thursday, Tuesday – or tomorrow – was the only way to go. She complained that she was scheduled to be filming out in Ventura all day, and probably...
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A very, very long pause. Seemed like Mel had said all she wanted to say, and I wasn’t yet up to responding. Heck, I wasn’t up to understanding the words that were still ringing in my ears. While my brain slowly processed what I’d just heard, the universe seemed to stop revolving. It was a whole lot more than a mental ‘Wait! What did she say?’ It was more: Jesus H Christ! Had she really just said those things? Fuck! Had she actually DONE all those things? TEN YEARS? I eventually exhaled....
I began cyber-stalking Mel the moment I got back into my home office. Google is indeed your friend if you want to stalk. Actually, it was genuinely frightening how easy it was, and I was pretty much a first-timer at this game. Jeez, these algorithms REALLY give me the creeps sometimes. I’m not at all a fan of big government, and I’m even less thrilled at private corporations knowing and anticipating my every move, which is why you won’t find me on social media. Heck, some of this targeted...
(This chapter has been shortened and reposted – I added way too much to it AFTER my editor had read it. Hope it reads a little easier now.) Before I started on counting up the points in Mel’s favor, I called her, just to check up how she was doing. She picked up quickly, but sounding wary, as if she was expecting that this would be the call to dump her, anticipating hurtful words. I promised her that I would make no rush decisions, and that I’d meet her face to face real soon to tell her...
Wednesday morning, after I’d returned a couple of ‘urgent’ calls to get them out of the way, I checked my office door was fully closed so Helga couldn’t hear me, and speed-dialed Mel. She’d told me when I checked in with her the night before that she was doing some post-production work that day, so I knew she’d have her phone switched on and be able to answer. It was time to simplify things. I’d pondered and I’d considered and I’d reflected and I’d evaluated – you get the picture – and I’d...
I’d intended and planned to get away from the office right on time if not earlier; as you’d expect when it was so important to me, I received a phone call that I HAD to take, just as I was closing down my computer for the night. One of the Board members with a ‘suggestion’. You know the military saying, that there’s nothing more dangerous than a new butter bar second lieutenant with a map? Board members with spontaneous ‘ideas’ are damn nearly as great a hazard. And, what’s worse, I can’t...
Well, the palpable joy of Mel resting in my arms sure answered the question “Do I feel better with this lady in my life?“ with a resounding ‘yes!’. Now it was a matter of seeing how we could make this thing work. It wasn’t a foregone conclusion, by any means, but I knew I felt attraction, not repulsion. Bad things had been done TO her, not BY her. She stirred after a short while and smiled up at me as she realized she was still being held close. I kissed her forehead gently. “You okay,...
My drive down to Malibu was fine, just beating the Friday exodus rush. Fine, not pleasant; the sheer volume of traffic in Los Angeles County has pretty much killed any joy of being behind the wheel on most highways – it’s only when you get onto the less-traveled roads that you can get to appreciate them. Some of the canyon runs can be awesome at the right time of day. In the urban areas, though, there never is a right time of day. And don’t forget the tourists, in rental cars, who don’t have...
One thing I was absolutely NOT intending to do was fall asleep on Mel. The night was still young, and I’d promised to do her doggie. And hopefully more than once. We’d gotten to know one another pretty well before becoming intimate; I very much liked what I’d seen of her character, and it seemed she hadn’t been too badly repulsed by mine. Our first bout seemed to have made her happy, and I was intending to repeat that lesson. Mel got a truly wicked grin on her face when she put her hand...
It was only a small cove on the shoreline, with big rocks at both ends. Which is probably what had saved it so far from over-development or amalgamation into one of the other beaches. There were maybe a dozen other people around, from the other two beach houses, no casual visitors. We strolled slowly hand-in-hand along the shore, pausing often so the dogs could investigate something, just enjoying being together. Mel looked really good in a bikini; this one was a very modest style. I’d seen...
We were both a sticky mess below the waist, and sweaty all over, so a shower was an essential next step. Being California, and economy with water being a habit, we took it together. I asked Mel if I could wash her hair; she seemed a little startled that I’d actually want to do that, but happily agreed when I reassured her that it would absolutely be a pleasure. There’s a real intimacy to washing someone else’s hair. No, I’m not talking about at the salon, where it’s part of the assembly...
We went for the option of sleeping at Mel’s place that night; she’d quickly made clear that she was desperate to finally welcome me to her own space. I drove home to grab a few things, and then retraced my steps as far as Woodland Hills, stopping at a convenience store to fill the short list she’d texted me once she’d had a chance to look in her own fridge. I immediately saw a bit of the darker side of fame; my arrival in her driveway was greeted by a harsh glare of security floodlights,...
Thursday after work I met Mel in town for a big-screen showing of ‘The Blue Dahlia‘, the 1946 George Marshall / Raymond Chandler thriller, with Alan Ladd and Veronica Lake. We both enjoyed the movie, but I had to agree with Mel’s opinion that they’d been much better together in “The Glass Key”. Their on-screen chemistry wasn’t quite as fresh and intense this time – probably not helped by the uncertainty caused by Chandler still not having completed the script when shooting was well under...
As I was accompanying Mel to the movie shoot in the morning, she’d insisted Max and I spend Friday night at her place. I have to admit that I was not entirely confident about the coming day; over the years, I’d been taught, or had learned, how to behave ‘properly’ in a wide variety of social situations, but assisting my girlfriend at a porno shoot had NOT been one of them. Not even at college when, under the guidance of our professors, we’d role-played potential stressful situations we might...
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We ate – no, devoured – a belated pot-luck supper, washed down with a bottle of wine. Having missed lunch and engaged in some strenuous physical activity, we were both ravenous by the time we got to examining the contents of her fridge. And then it was back to bed, both still fired up from our lust-fueled session on the pool table. Sunday morning, I woke first, reluctantly disentangled myself from Mel’s soft warm naked body, hit the bathroom and then the kitchen. Task number one, fill...
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The natural consequences of watching the raw video of ‘Stealing my roomie’s boyfriend 32‘ meant that, after we’d put the dogs out in the yard for their bedtime routine, and gotten to bed ourselves, we didn’t actually get off to sleep for some time. It was probably already Wednesday morning before we turned out the lights and pulled the sheets over us. I lay awake for a few minutes longer, happily listening to the soft breathing of the warm body spooned into me as she slept. Sure beat Max’s...
Our get-away plan came together surprisingly well, given the spontaneity and suddenness of my/our decision to fly to Atlanta for the weekend. Mostly because Helga is so efficient. She did all the necessary spadework, not me. I merely paid for the tickets. And that was simply a matter of handing over my credit card when she asked for it. What with the short notice of our trip, I hadn’t taken any advance steps with my daily calendar to ensure I left work early – or at least on time – but my...
As we’d expected, Mom was already up and about with the kids when we entered the house; they were early risers, and she was just starting them on their breakfast. I could smell the coffee machine doing its duty, so the timing was perfect. Katelyn entered the kitchen first and got the distraction mission done, loudly thanking Mom for having her kids for the night, while Mel and I sneaked across the hallway into the family room to hide out on the couch. Despite our fitful sleep on the plane,...
With the kids around and needing the grandmotherly mix of praise and cajoling as they ate, Mom didn’t have the opportunity to unleash her curiosity about Mel’s family. She was also too busy enjoying having her family around her, delighted her son and future daughter-in-law were at her meal table for the first time. Didn’t mean she wasn’t eager to know more. I knew our neighbors almost as well as she did; there was no doubting that those to whom I’d introduced Mel during our little tour would...
It took us quite a while, sitting holding hands in the noodle kitchen parking lot as customers came and went, to thrash out the exact story we were going to tell Mom, weaving it around the theme of a fundamental disagreement over a girl wanting a college education and a career, rather than a husband and three babies before her twenty-first birthday. Mom would immediately get that. We decided to also highlight the fact Mel hadn’t actually ever met her last three ‘stepmothers’, and express...
Mom offered us a refill of iced tea, then ushered us across the hallway into the family room. James briefly looked into the den to check on the kids; he’d parked them in front of a cartoon which seemed to be entertaining them just fine. Abby was old enough to begin to enjoy the story, Ben more just liking the visual stimulation and the pretty colors. From the grin on his face, I guessed they hadn’t even noticed his intrusion. I chose a big easy chair for us both to sit in; I’d hardly gotten...
The mouthwatering aroma of delicious food hit us as soon as we got in the door from the piggyback ride. Katelyn grabbed her kids to get them to their places at the family table. Mel and I quickly washed our hands in the foyer bathroom and joined them. Cassie hadn’t been exaggerating quite how ready the meal was. If, as a kid, I would have been out of the house this close to serving up time, Mom would have made her serious displeasure known. But, as we’d been keeping her grandchildren...
Mel and I did our bedtime routine together in the family bathroom; on the way back to my room, we popped our heads into Katelyn’s old bedroom, where Abby and Ben were fast asleep in their mom’s childhood bed, one at each end. The tender expression on my fiancée’s face as she watched the sleeping babies convinced me I needed to give her one of our own just as soon as we could do it. I was feeling the same. I guess that’s why, like puppies and kittens, young kids are so cute – to bring out the...
This chapter is respectfully dedicated to readers thegoat, silin14, addicted1, persecutor and quietwatchman for their wise counsel and encouragement in helping me get through some MAJOR storyline blunders that seriously messed up my posting. Thanks, guys. The bedroom door handle rattled just after six; I’d been half-awake in the pre-dawn twilight for a while and expecting company. Oh, I’d also been replaying in my mind the ‘Lanta session of a few hours before; the role-playing had been a...
Not wishing to sound hubristic, but, sitting there at the table, back in my family home, the love of my life, my future wife, by my side, I was in a very happy place. It seemed like my beloved was also loving the heck out of being here, being part of a normal loving family, eating together for the sheer joy of living. There was a huge smile on her beautiful face that seemed like it wasn’t ever going to quit, and as her pink tongue emerged catlike from between her white teeth and red lips to...
We checked in immediately, discovered that there was a projected general delay of twenty minutes, and joined the line to endure the attentions of the TSA. I’m way out of line here professionally – I should never be judgmental about lifestyle choices – but as I watched the TSA officers at work, I had to grin to myself about turning down Mom’s offer of some fresh zucchini to take home. I was sure some of these people wouldn’t know a zucchini from an eggplant. My informed guess was that maybe...
The camera lingered on Atlanta’s upper body; her beautiful face framed by its mane of blonde hair, the graceful lines of her pale-skinned neck and shoulders, then ever so slowly, almost lovingly, it moved down to her small but perfectly formed breasts with their puffy nipples... It was almost as if it somehow knew, in its little electronic brain, that “Agent in Place” would be Atlanta Starr’s final movie, and that this was the very last time it would have the opportunity to display her trim...
As I reluctantly dragged my butt towards the hospital, resignedly enduring the usual SoCal crawling commute, somehow resisting the temptation to make a screeching U-turn and head back home, I considered how much more fun my life was since I’d gotten together with Mel. Max is a great canine companion, but ... he’s a dog, not a human. Mel knocks spots off of him in so very many ways. Mel’s lips on mine, or Max’s tongue attempting to lick my face? – no contest. Max has been knocked into...
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Dale and Lara had restarted their romance and had been seeing one another for just over two months now. Lara had once again managed to wrap Dale completely around her figure and was enjoying her dinners being paid for and generally being spoiled while withholding sex from him. She was smarter now and didn't fully turn him down like she had when they were younger, she now understood enough about men to know how much or how little she needed to give to keep him on a short leash. Dale wasnt quite...
“with your mouth? Hun please be careful and keep the doors locked when I leave!” I didn't have time to think about what he said. “have a good night at work!!! Did you guys catch the rapist yet?” He came back in room re-looked at my mouth, kissed my forehead and said, “No.” A set of chills covered my body. Alone again I felt scared. I decided to watch some TV. Our outside lights turned on (set on timers) it made me feel a little better. Nothing was on so I settled with an old movie. ...
Well I'am still looking for that great belly the hanging love flesh that is only inches off ground. ( im getting hard thinking about it) So I was working in eastern washington was there for 2 weeks. I was a heavy drinking back then when I was 22. So I was driving thur town when i seen her. belly hanging so low but not the great one i have been looking for only about 400 ppounds. She was out in front of a bar. I went to store and got beer and then came back by she was still there I had to stop....
Gary and Carolyn had been seeing each other since spring break. There’d been some heavy petting, but nothing else happened, no more blow jobs. He met her mother and got the impression she was the manipulative type; not manipulative like Jessie, no Carolyn’s mother liked to play the frail helpless but loving mom role. He liked her, but she was a whiner. He could see she had Carolyn wrapped around her little finger. He wondered how it would work out if he married her daughter, her personal...
It had to stop; we both knew it. What had begun as a favor to a friend, being a companion, a listener, a protectorate, had escalated from a casual crumb to famishing desire. Megan's boyfriend was half a continent away. She needed companionship; help with schoolwork, and shielding from a multitude of horny admirers. Kelley was three hundred miles away. I needed to feel needed. We made rules: the attraction we felt for each other would be kept submerged. There would be no kissing, no sexual...
Hi, me dev, ahmednagar madhe kakankade rahato, vay 30 varsha ani mazi durchi aunty ticha nav ashwini Ti 39 varshachi aahe, heght 5.6 feet, goripan, angane bhargacch, 38-34-38, tila pahila tari zavaychi eccha hoil etki madak Ashwini aunty tashi mazya kakunchi changli maitrin, kakunchya gharashejarich rahate. Mulbal kahi naslyane ti doghe navra baykoch gharat, ticha navra dusrya shaharat nokrila hota tyamule to purn aathawdabhar tikdech asaycha fakt shaniwar v ravivari ghari asaycha. Aswini mazya...
So it had all come to this. My mother, the pillar of the community, was now engaged in a prank war with her sister. They were both adults who were highly respected members of the community. They were both accomplished professionals in their careers, and always acted properly in public. But who says women can't have their fun too?It all started during a big family gathering at my grandparents' ranch property in California. The place was huge and we got to see all sorts of distant relatives. It...
Being a single mother and working full time as most know makes it really hard to have a social life with friends. I have been supporting my son and I for 10 years. But now Jon is 18 just graduated high school, and getting ready to head off to college across the country. He is very smart, attractive and has an amazing girlfriend, named Allison who will be going away to college with him. As Jon has grown up I have noticed myself becoming more and more sexually attracted to him. I have always...
IncestHello there, Thank you for your heartwarming response to my previous story “Beautiful Lady I Met In A Flight”. I have been away from ISS for quite a while now and some things have happened in between. I’d share one of the experiences with you guys again here. Just to refresh, I am a 30 years old, healthy and reasonably good looking man from Mumbai. And I do keep travelling to Delhi, Chennai, Ahmedabad, Baroda, and Kolkata on work.This incident of mine refers to the wife of one of my “hanging...
This is a trues story about me. I was at a huge party deep in the woods and there had to be 200 k**s there from different schools. We were all having fun and I was showing my goods to everyone. Then there was a group of people about 10 of them 3 girls 7 boys that disliked me and they told me to take everything off. So I did and they started to grope me the girls would kiss me, so I thought they liked me all of a sudden. I went with it, then 4 guys grabbed me and carried me into a big van while...
Jilly came back in from the kitchen holding a cloth. “Did you want to try this Roger?” she asked, “it’s damp.” She’s a sensitive, kind person I realised. I reached for the cloth but she pulled it back. “Can I do it?” she asked. So when Sally and Becky came in from the kitchen they found Vonnie and Sue kissing on one sofa, their bare legs intertwined, and me sitting slumped on the other sofa with my robe open and Jilly just applying the cool, damp cloth to my balls. I knew what was coming but...
(Credit to Incase for the cover art.) You were finally moving away from home! Hallelujah! Goodbye small town thinking and boring familiarity. You were off to the big city, you were off to college, you were out on your own for the first time ever. It was time for higher learning and expanding horizons. You simply could not wait. This last year back home had been claustrophobic. You had decided to wait a year after graduating in order to wait for your girlfriend Samantha, who was a year behind...
TranssexualI was trapped and happy. Happy wasn't the right world. Comfortable was. A wall only a few inches high had thwarted me, and the floor felt like a thousand ice cubes at room temperature. If I wasn't so sleepy all the time, I don't know how I could deal with the boredom between the time he wakes up and the time he gets home. I smiled, thinking of my master's touch... oh, how I wish I wouldn't. I really should hate him for making me into a mere decoration within his home, a past time, but......
Taming the Lineman By J R This is a fantasy work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental and the use of real company names or products is for literary effect only and definitely without permission of any kind. Part One Jeff was really struggling to drag himself awake for some reason. He felt to be drifting out of sleep as usual, but his arms and legs just didn't wanna move like normal. His rough palm refused to rub over his drowsy eyes or to stroke...
It took the better part of a week before Joseph had a moment alone to reflect on what came next for him. The Troyvet and Marindar delegations had been patient (some more than others) as he dined with the families of those who had spent the previous year in his service. Elena split her days with Joseph and Jonathan. She had maintained copious records of all that transpired during his time on campaign and she seemed intent upon reading them word for word. “Really, a synopsis will suffice,”...
She stood alone in the bedroom, and with trembling fingers quickly began to undress. The events of the past couple hours filled her mind. It had been going so good, the plans had come together so well, but how would the night end? As she removed her blouse and bra, she brushed her fingertips across her erect, sensitive nipples. She had purposely worn a sheer blouse and sexy bra. You could, if you looked carefully when she stretched back, see the contrast of her nipples against her soft...
Abigail Scholarly Rhode, Abby, to her few friends, was indulging in her favorite past time. "She's a hottie!" she whispered as a busty older woman passed the window of the coffee shop. "What's that, sweetheart?" her mother asked before taking another sip of her latte. Abby hadn't meant to say that out loud! Her mother did not favor public displays of her daughter's obvious orientation. So many narrow minded people would talk! Thinking fast, she brought the conversation back to an old...
"I'm sorry. Ma'am, but due to the storm... I'm sorry, sir, can you come here please, you've both came from the same place and are going to the same place too," she said, waving her hand.I looked at him, and I immediately slathered my lips as he stood next to me. Even as we both looked at one another, the airport worker kept talking."Thank you, but due to an unforeseen storm, you'll have a layover here tonight. We've taken the liberty of making reservations for you both at the hotel...
Straight SexBiker slut (5)Day 4When the biker slut woke up after a heavy night she told her husband that she enjoyed enormously and that John knows very well how to play with her horniness. She asked if he enjoys seeing his wife being used as a horny slut and immediately she got his confirmation that he love to see her busy.This was what she wanted to hear and after a shower she made herself ready and put on a bikini to enjoy the sun.Around 15h she went out with John and some Bikers to the beach and lay...