GND 30Chapter 2
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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, and even though she was expecting me, there was still a pause before she opened the door. She closed and locked it as soon as Max and I were in, setting bolts home top and bottom.
There was a shelf to the side of the door, holding a rape alarm and a can of pepper spray. She noticed my glance, and a sad expression came over her face. “I keep my address as private as I can, but you never know. I don’t worry too much about being recognized by chance; the film makeup mostly made me something I’m not, and it’s not like the camera was concentrating on my face. There are one or two MILLION other blondes my age running around SoCal, so I always deny the connection if I’m challenged, which happens occasionally. I just say that other people have confused me for that lady. The big issue is that my real name is out there, connected with Atlanta, and in this town...”
I hugged her. It seemed to help; she was a little less tense after a minute. I whispered in her ear, “I know it. All too well. Everything is for sale. I had to introduce really punitive non-disclosure contracts at the hospital; a year or two back a couple of celebs almost had their medical details leaked. If we hadn’t had their files flagged up for detecting unauthorized access, we’d have been deep in the doo-doo. The scandal sheets were offering so much for a leak that it was almost worth losing a job; we just made sure that it meant losing a career as well as all their earnings for the next thirty years.”
She let go of me and checked again that the door was locked. That action worried me a little, “Do you have security on call?”
She grimaced. “Not in our part of the movie industry. The Hollywood stars who get paid ten, twenty million per picture? Most of that goes on agent’s percentage, PR, lawyers, personal staff, house staff and general hangers-on to the lifestyle. They can afford a full-time team of professional bodyguards. I couldn’t pay for a security service, not even if I was working every day of the week. My agent gave me some good advice about personal security, but that’s about as far as it goes. An even though I’m now in production and post-production, those movies will always be out there, and there will always be some oddball I’ve never met who reckons I’m crazy about him.”
She paused for breath and a sigh; “It’s the lone stalkers and religious nutjobs we worry about most; the paparazzi aren’t interested because there’s no real market for scandal in what we do and who we’re seen with, not unless there’s another celebrity involved. It’s not like any of my films has ever premiered at the Chinese Theater, and I’m never going to get to join the Academy, no matter how great a filmographer I become. No magazine is going to pay for a topless shot of me when they can take a screenshot from one of my movies and it won’t cost them a penny. So I can’t afford to employ my own security to keep the press and fans away, I just have to watch out for myself.”
I grunted. That was a little scary; I’d seen the news stories of deranged fans physically stalking their favorite celebrity; it had never occurred to me that I’d ever be seeing someone who did fall into that ‘celebrity’ category.
I wasn’t a follower of the gossip columns, but I’d seen the odd Hollywood scandal show while channel-hopping. The ‘A’ list celebrities in their Beverly Hills fortresses could afford to keep their fans at a safe distance; I knew exactly how much it cost us to employ ordinary uniformed security guards at the hospital, and I could guess that the bonded and vetted specialist VIP bodyguards with the expert training, the security clearance and the range of skills must come in at five or ten times the basic daily rate, even if they didn’t actually receive that amount themselves.
“Add me and Max to the security team. We’ll do whatever we can to keep you safe.”
She giggled at that. I assumed that she was pleased by our dedication rather than amused by our presumption. Max and I are both a little too much on the cute-ish end of the scary scale. Max is blessed in one way I’m not; it would take me days to lick an intruder to death. He’d have them crying ‘uncle’ in minutes.
We put the grim mood to one side while Mel took great pleasure in showing me around her house. It wasn’t quite a home; there was no doubting that a single woman lived there with her dogs, but it was a little too neat and impersonal. I quickly realized that it meant a whole lot to her; not the house itself, but the fact that her name was on the papers, she was a homeowner building up equity rather than paying rent, and she was doing it without having to share with another girl to help pay the bills. She wasn’t boasting, she was quietly proud that she’d pulled herself up from renting to owning her own place, and I tried to show my pride in her for doing that. We finished our quick tour out in her fenced back yard; I noted that she had more security cameras and motion-activated floodlights. “I guess the girls are always setting the lights off?”
My girlfriend chuckled. “Yeah, whenever I check the footage they’re in the frame. I freaked out the first night it happened, before I realized it was them. Still, that’s a small price to pay for their company.”
She made me laugh when she played me a You Tube clip about her alleged net worth, which claimed that she drove a half-million dollar Ferrari, and displayed an image of a modern glass and steel mansion that must have run to five thousand square feet. She told me that they’d done a shoot there, which was probably why it was connected with her. She giggled at my expression when the final net worth figure came up at $4.5 million. “Relax, honey, it’s nowhere near that, maybe a tenth. You aren’t digging for gold. You’re still going to have to bring the money home if you want to eat; you can’t live off my past earnings. Hell, I can’t do that, that’s why I’m still working!”
I joked back at her, “Darn it! I thought I finally had it made. A beautiful, rich, sexy, insatiable woman who is actually dumb enough to like me and keep me in a luxurious lifestyle!”
Her face fell; I didn’t quite yet know her well enough to tell whether she was genuinely upset or merely acting upset.
“I just knew it! You only see me as a potential trophy wife!”
Her eyes had sparkled mischievously as she glanced at me. Now, that gave away what she was doing.
I grabbed her and hugged her tight. She’d outed herself as a tease, but I wasn’t going to let this potentially contentious subject go undefended and fester. “Mel, sweetheart, I’m not looking for a trophy wife. That’s the absolutely LAST thing I want. I’m looking for a best friend, a life partner, a soulmate, a companion through good and ill, a great mother to our children, a listener who will cheer me up when I’m feeling down, an equal who will tell me straight when I’m being an asshole, and a superfan who will help me make the most of my life. You qualify on all those counts. You want to argue any of them?”
She grinned and hugged me back, putting a finger on my lips to keep me quiet. “You’re setting low expectations there, Mike, missing a few essential characteristics. Someone who shares your weird sense of humor and who’s great between the sheets? I can do those as well. My spaghetti would have won awards if there had ever been anyone to eat it with me, and I’m way too low maintenance to be a true trophy wife. And I’m all me, no surgery at all. I absolutely don’t fit the criteria.”
I kissed her thoroughly; that was the only way to deal with the wench. Trouble was, she started kissing me back, and I kinda lost track of where I’d gotten to on the argument about the kind of wife I wanted.
She led me back to her bedroom. As she cleared off the cushions and covers of the king sized bed, she assured me that I was the first man to set foot near it since it was delivered and set up.
There was a small delay in proceedings. Kara and Tara weren’t pleased to be excluded from their usual place beside her, but they did get to share the kitchen with Max. The doors in between were firmly shut.
Even after our energetic weekend, we managed to christen her bed twice over, once with Mel and once with Atlanta, and then fool around in her shower in the morning. I’d watched several clips of her having sex in a bath or shower, and in my opinion it was even better in real life. The continued Los Angeles water shortages mandates required that the shower wasn’t actually cascading water over us all the time, but that’s no bad thing.
Then, sadly, our first full weekend together was over and it was time for us both to get to work. The temptation to call in sick was strong, but she promised me that she and the girls would be over at our place in the evening;
She let me out through the garage. She told me that she always drove in using the remote control and waited for the door to close behind her before unlocking her car door. Her garage was totally bare, mainly so there was nowhere for anyone to hide, but also because she had so few possessions. A lawn service took care of her yard; she called a contractor whenever work needed doing on the house. She didn’t even own a ladder of any kind. I hugged her in sympathy; once again, it proved that this house of hers was just a place for her to sleep and keep her stuff, not a truly welcoming home. A fortress rather than a sanctuary.
My commute was a little further in distance; quite a bit longer in time. So what. Being with Mel was definitely worth it.
Naturally, I had a very curious secretary waiting for me when I got in to work; Helga gave me a hug when I reported that it had indeed been a great weekend. Then she went over my appointments for the day.
You know the saying ‘back down to earth with a bump’? It wasn’t a long day, but it was not an easy one either. Hey, it was a Monday. Look ‘Monday’ up in the dictionary. It’s about three-fourths the way between ‘Mayhem’ and ‘Murder’.
Nope, it wasn’t THAT bad. ‘Miserable’ and ‘Moping’? ‘Mix-up’ and ‘Muddle’?
Helga and I had no time for gossip; we both earned our money that day. Still, as she said when she brought me a sandwich at my desk, it could have been a whole lot worse. The mess-up over the examination rooms scheduling could have come to light Friday, and THEN I’d have spent most of that evening eating crow to angry doctors, instead of being on the beach with Mel. Once the Head of IT had worked out exactly what had gone wrong and allowed multiple bookings of the same slot, all I really had to do was ensure that feelings were soothed, the people who’d been bumped had replacement bookings this coming week, and authorize some expenditure on small gifts of apology. It’s the little slip-ups that always cause the most stress.
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...
Wednesday was another very pleasant evening. The weather was typical California spring sunshine, and with Helga aware I had a date and screening my calls, I’d gotten out of the office early enough to beat the rush. There weren’t a whole load of people around at Corriganville, and the three dogs enjoyed being let off their leashes. I was amazed at how quickly Max had taken to Kara and Tara; although I’d carefully socialized him and we’d faithfully attended the training classes, he exceeded my...
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...
Saturday, Max and I were planning to be up and about early, ready to start cleaning the place up for our guests. Just not quite as early as actually happened... When I woke at about five, I just knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep again. My stomach was doing those little nervous twitches, like I was sixteen again and going on my very first date. Okay, actually it DID feel like finally scoring a first date with a girl I’d crushed on without success; except that I already had feelings for Mel,...
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,...
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...
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...
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...
Monday morning, Max and I left the girls’ place at six so I could drop him home and get to work almost on time. The extra distance from Woodland Hills added maybe twenty minutes to my commute; had I left it any later to get away, that could easily have been another hour. The traffic was beginning to back up for rush hour as I reached the hospital’s parking structure. Helga was already at her desk, eager to hear ALL the details of exactly what happened at a porno shoot. There was no way we...
The next couple of weeks turned out to be rather more eventful than I was expecting. Oh, they started off with our relationship continuing to build steadily, but then we took quite the sudden jump forward. I’ll get on to that in a moment. Saturday, Mel was working camera with Judy on a ‘normal’ commercial TV advertising shoot – Judy is fully aware that her income from making porn is at the whim of the studios and their fickle money men, so she takes most any kind of film-making commission,...
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,...
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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...
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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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New Years Eve was here and I walked out to see cars lining the street. I wondered who was having a party and I was on my way to the store when I saw a couple of young people going into Linda's house. AWESOME she is having a party! When I returned from the store I walked down the alley to see if there was any signs that there was any action and I saw on their back deck there were about 10 couples just standing around listening to the blaring music, then the lights popped on in Linda's bedroom,...
The next few days were very busy. Mom and Mr. Hillman stayed to help Kelly and I get settled. We had several meetings with the lawyers, Hank and Abby, and the title company. Mom asked our lawyer at home to wire money to an account Kelly and I had opened in a local bank. While we talked to the manager of the bank, she offered to expedite a mortgage for us. I told her I would come back to talk about it once we owned the house. The more time we spent with Hank and Abby, the more I liked them....
"I've got some news," she said. I just looked at her, trying to interpret her expression. There was happiness there, but also apprehension. "How was the date?" she asked. "It was good," I said, "less difficult than I expected, but bitter-sweet, as I'm sure you know. You are avoiding something here. News?" She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant." Her statement brought me up short. Of all the possibilities I had considered, this one came no-where. Had I thought about it at all,...
"He's gone, right?" Renee licked her dry lips, heart pounding. She'd seen him leave the very door she stood before, yet her nerves still thought it could be a trick. "You're positive?" 'This is the fourth time you have repeated that question, dear. I do not lie, ' Matthias' typically impassive voice held a hint of irritation. 'Simon's owner - Henry Larson - is out. There is a 84.25% probability he will not return for at least two hours.' "I know. I know." She took a deep...
This is a story that I wrote about a year ago for a lady friend of mine. She was in a failing marriage and needed a little cheering up. Judi (not her real name) is a 35-year-old woman with short brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin tone is the natural tan of a Mediterranean background. She still has gorgeous breasts with large brown nipples (I suppose you are wondering how I know that-that's a story for another time). Her ass is a perfect ten in my opinion and commands stares whenever she wears...
All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and...
Introduction: A fantasy about a plane trip ok, we are on the plane, getting ready and situated and comfy..hubby is groggy from two Dramamine and getting a pillow which forces us to rub and touch each other..the sexual chemistry is thick between us. as we look at each other and look each other over quickly and exchange sly smiles. he snuggles down and leans against the wall and falls to sleep. the plane hasnt even left the ground yet and he is out like a light. Im reading a Cosmo that someone...
We were on the road from Mysore to Ooty in India. It is a beautiful road, with picturesque lodges along the road, and it passes through Karnataka's richest wildlife sanctuary. For miles, you can just see green trees, densely populating either side of the road. Deer, jackals, gaur (wild bison), peacocks, elephants, and sometimes even tigers can be seen on the road. It is a sure bet to raise a spirit of adventure in anyone travelling the road. Our bike was a powerful Roadking 250 cc...
First TimeDuring August of 1996, the only thing most Atlanta residents thought about was the Olympics. I didn't have that luxury. For me, almost every waking moment was spent with Cameron, my former best friend, and current lover. When I wasn't with her, I constantly thought of ways to get away from her, while leaving our friendship in tact. By the time the closing ceremonies had rolled around, it had been almost two months since that fateful night when I had stripped her down for the first time,...
*~*Hey guys, Luckie here. I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has been reading HIGHLAND MAGIC and any of my other stories. Your reviews are what keep me writing. I am sorry the chapters have been short, but I try to pack them in with a lot of stuff. I am working on several other stories as well, so if it takes me a while to get another story up, that is why. Thank you all again for your time and for choosing my stories to read. Reviews keep me writing, so please, review away! Thanks!...
Main Ganga ko lekar neechey utara. Maine ishara kar diya tha ki koi awaaz na hoye. Main Ganga ko uski maan ki chudaai dikhaney le jar aha tha. Uskey baad main usko aaj ki raat he bharpoor chod kar yuwati se aurat bananey wala tha. Dabey paaon hum store room main aa gaye. Maine ched main aankh lagayi to dekha Jamunia ekdam nagi ho kar chacha ke liye jam bana rahe thi aur chacha bistar par baith kar apna hathiyaar main dhar de rahey they. Jamunia ke haath se glaas lekar chacha ne side table par...
So, instead of the leather pants she was going to wear, Linda opted to wear her school uniform: a green pleated skirt from freshman year that was entirely too short for her nowadays, and a white button-up shirt that was impossibly tight. A plan started to form in her mind. The Carmichaels needed her to stay overnight, and she knew Jimmy would be asleep by the time she got there. So she could Skype Kevin, and then she could give him a little show. He’d been so patient with her; when...
After the burdens of learning family heritage truths, William's abandonment and Paul's debasement, it took time to put my shattered self-image back together. Often, I would break down and cry. Instead of being gregarious, I became reclusive. Seeing me so, hubby worried I was having a midlife crisis. I was, due to knowing too much; too much about myself.With Paul’s debasement, I’d learned the dark side of who my secret puppet shadow was. I’d learned about Mom's past; my older brother was the...
CheatingDeepti abhi bhi ro rai thi. Humne report li or wapas aane lage par vo chup hone ka naam hi nahi le rahi thi. Maine bike roki or uske gaal se aansu puche. Itna karte hi vo rahul bolkar mujh se lipat kar fut fut ke rone lagi. Maine aishe hi khada raha . Thodi de baad vo hati or mujhe sorry bola. Maine use hankey diya. Usne apna chera saaf kiya. Ab maine pucha deepti baat kya hai. Deepti boli 2mhare matlab ki baat nahi hai. Mujhe ghusa aaya or hum ghar jaane lage. Maine bike khadi ki or apne ghar...