Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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The week passed. It was one of those days-seem-never-ending-week-flies-by kinds of weeks. Before I knew it, I was standing before my open closet again, clad only in my bra and panties. I silently cursed myself for not purchasing a new outfit. The rational mind of mine refused to do so when I already had evening wear I'd never worn. Now I stewed over what to wear. Something sexy and revealing? Something more conservative? Was I trying to seduce him, or was this going to be clinical? Aaargh! I was half tempted to just call it off, but when I thought about it, my loins would quiver.
After an eternity, I decided on something classy, but sexy. I chose a "little black number", a drape sheath that had shirred shoulder straps, a ruched sweetheart bodice that showed just a hint of my cleavage, and an elegant flowing skirt that started just below my bust and ended just midway down my thighs. I laid it out on my bed beside my new black bra and panty set. The set was made of a shear, lightweight mesh. The bra was intended to accentuate my B-cup and provide a pleasant cleavage, and the panties were a simple high cut thong. Of course, I finished the look with open-toe high heels, a pearl necklace and a small black clutch. I decided this would work. If I wasn't enticing in this outfit, then we had a lost cause.
I hopped in the shower, and let the hot water pulse across my skin. I began to soap myself, starting first at my breasts. When my hands brushed across my nipples, a little shudder radiated through my body, leaving me breathless. My god. I was so horny. I didn't even realize it as I had been so focused on finding just the right thing to wear. I held out my trembling hand. Take a breath, Emily. Get a grip. It's not like you've never been on a date before. True. But you've never been on one like this. I shook my head and finished my cleaning, spending just enough time to clean my sex without causing more problems than I already had. I spent the next hour making myself presentable.
I stood before the full length mirror on the back of my door. I turned one way, then the other, never taking my eyes off my image. I smiled. Damn, girl, you look good. I was pleased. I had added a little highlight to my cleavage to enhance it. The bra also helped. The skirt fell just to where my thigh muscle was beginning to form, which definitely added some definition to my leg. I always thought my legs were attractive. Not the long legs that guys seem to swoon over, but definitely shapely.
I sighed, resigned that I'd done all I could do. I grabbed my black stole and headed out the door. The drive to the Barkers was too fast, and my anxiety had reached a peak by the time I arrived and pulled into their driveway. I went up the front steps and waited. At precisely 8:05, Almarosa opened the door. She did not speak, but moved to the side so I could enter. She silently led me into a small office down the hall from the sitting room I had been in earlier. I entered and she shut the door behind me. I stood looking around the room. My eyes immediately focused on a single rose lying on the large mahogany desk. Next to the rose was a baby monitor and an envelope. My name was written in a beautiful script across the front of the envelope. I picked up the rose and inhaled its sweet fragrance, then tore into the envelope. I noted that a different, subtle scent drifted up from the contents. I smiled. Somehow I knew Leah would put perfume on her letters. I opened the paper and read.
Emily,First let me thank you again for your willingness to do this for me and for Ben. While I know we will probably benefit most from this arrangement, I hope and pray that you will get something special from it, as well. I'm not sure where things will go from here, but if nothing else, this will hopefully be at least one special night for two obviously special people—you and Ben.
On to the plan ... At about 8:30, I will take Ben from the dining room to the sitting room down the hall. I will explain his gift to him. If I feel like he will be receptive, I will turn on the two-way monitor so you can hear the rest of the conversation. When you feel like the time is right, make your appearance, and we will let things move from there.
If you do not hear anything from the monitor by 9:00, it is because he was not receptive to the proposal. You may leave at that time by the kitchen entrance, up the hall and to your right. If you want me to call you later to discuss the situation and maybe try again, take the rose. If you would rather I not contact you, leave the rose.
Just so you know, I am sure this evening will not end for you at 9:00.
My love,
Leah
I looked at the clock on the book shelf behind the desk. 8:15. I took a deep breath, sat back in the leather chair behind me and waited. After sitting for what seemed an eternity, I got up and began to pace the room, reading the spines of the books on the shelves. I glanced at the clock. 8:22. Oh, god this was excruciating. I alternated between sitting and pacing as the seconds slowly ticked away. Just when I thought my sanity was going to slip away with the seconds, I heard a click and the faint buzz of background noise emanate from the monitor. My heart stopped. This was it. I leaned forward to listen for voices.
"You say this will make you happy. But will it really?"
"Ben, you've done everything you could for me over the years, and your selflessness has shone through since the accident. I'm not sure I can live with myself without giving you this ... this most precious thing."
"Leah, you don't owe me anything."
"I know. I'm not suggesting this out of obligation. I love you. I know there is no way anyone could love you more than me. I want this out of love. Pure, powerful love."
I was glad I chose to wear my waterproof mascara. I grabbed a tissue from the box on the shelf and dabbed the tears beginning to form in my eyes so that it wouldn't streak my other makeup.
Ben sighed. "I love you. And I know you love me. You don't have to do this to show that." There was a pause. "OK. I can see you've set your mind to this. I would be lying if I said the idea didn't have appeal. I could only consider it because you seem so sure this is what you want for me, for us."
"I know, and that's why I'm offering it to you."
"But we still have a problem. I made a commitment years ago that I would never have sex with someone I didn't love. I've not met someone else I love. I've not even actively looked for someone else."
"I'm not so sure about that, honey." Another pause. "Think, Ben. You may not have actively looked, but I think it just kind of happened." Another pause. "You are so cute when you are confused. I know there is someone else you love; I just don't think you realize it."
"What? Who? How do you know this?"
"OK. I'll explain. First, she made you feel good about yourself, when you were feeling your worst. Then you began to change, for the better. She encouraged you, and you listened to her. When you saw her the last time, you were practically floating when you came home, and when you talked about her, I saw the look."
"What look?"
"The look, Ben. The look you've only ever reserved for me. I know it because I've seen it many times." Another pause, and then she laughed. "Still don't know who?"
This was my cue. I knew it. I wasn't sure my legs would cooperate. My knees were knocking as I rose and opened the door to the office. I paused just a moment in the hallway. A turn to the left, up the hallway and to the right, and I'd be on my way home. I turned right and cautiously walked down the hallway. The sitting room doorway was only inches away. I held my breath and stepped into the entry. Ben's back was to me. He was kneeling in front of Leah, her hands clasped in his. My heart fluttered when I saw his gentleness with her. She saw me and smiled. As he was looking up at her face, he noticed her smile. He turned his head to look back at what caught her attention, and his jaw dropped.
Not knowing what to do, I cast my eyes down, and smiled demurely. I looked back up through my eyelashes. I hadn't intended to give a sultry, sexy look, but I'm sure it came out that way. He looked back at Leah, his mouth moving, but nothing coming out. Then he looked at me again. He slowly stood, still clutching one of Leah's hands and turned to stand beside her.
"Uh, I'm ... Welcome, Emily," he stammered. "This is my ... er ... I guess, um, you two have probably already met." I almost laughed at his discomfort. Not out of meanness, mind you, but because I was almost in hysterics. Uncomfortable silence stifled the air in the room. I saw Leah squeeze his hand, prompting him to continue. "Oh, um, Emily, please come in. Have a seat." He motioned to the sofa.
I complied, and sat softly where he pointed. He remained standing looking down at me. I decided I needed to meet his gaze, so I raised my eyes to look at him. His gaze was piercing, and it made my heart thump, taking my breath away. I wasn't sure what I read in his look, but there was no doubt that whatever it was, it was passionate. His eyes seemed ablaze.
"Sit, Ben," Leah coaxed. He released her hand and came and sat on the sofa. The other end of the sofa. I had a vague sense of feeling like a teenage couple on a first date. Leah smiled warmly at us. "I realize that you two are uncomfortable, unsure of what to do, if anything. Let me say a few words first." She looked at Ben. "Honey, you said you didn't love anyone else. Well, you are wrong. You've fallen in love with Emily. I know you've only seen her three times for a total of maybe 30 minutes, but sometimes you just know. Am I speaking the truth?"
Ben looked from his wife to me. While he spoke to her, I was sure his words were meant for me as well. "I'm not sure how it happened, Leah. I never intended for something like this to happen. It's just that when she came into the office, she seemed so genuinely interested in my well-being. I just chalked it up to professional courtesy. Still, when I saw her the next time, the way she continued to encourage me just made me feel ... special. I vowed I'd do what she asked, so I recommitted myself to getting in better shape. Not for her, necessarily. I mean, I never expected to see her again. I just knew it was what you wanted, and then she was encouraging me, too. When I saw her last week, I noticed her reaction to me. I'm sure I misread it, but it thrilled me nonetheless." He was looking at me intently. "Sometime during the last few years, I guess I fell in love with her." He smiled, and directed his next comment at me. "I'm probably not the first patient to have fallen in love with you, but I'm probably the first to admit it."
I blushed, not sure what to say. Leah rescued me ... sort of.
"Ben, I knew this. There was no doubt in my mind after last week. I was silently grateful, because one part of my wish was complete. However, Emily, you were the wildcard. Several things put my mind at ease. First, you accepted my invitation to dinner, knowing I had a request. Yet, you didn't push me on the phone. Second, you were sincere in your emotions when I told you our story. Thirdly, you gave the acceptable amount of resistance, yet all of your concerns had to do with me and Ben, never yourself. Fourthly, you agreed to think on it before accepting, which tells me it meant something more than just sex to you. And lastly, you are here tonight." She leaned forward in her chair. "Emily, how long have you been in love with my husband? I can see from your reaction that you know you are."
I was taken aback by her question. Not one I expected to have to answer tonight. She was right, of course. I was in love with him. I never really believed in "love at first sight". But that's not what this was. I had only seen him for a short amount of time, but I'd had years for this to develop. When did it start? I was silent for a long time, my mind first trying to work it out, then trying to decide how to say it. Finally, I felt reasonably sure I could explain. "I ... I guess it just happened over time. I noticed something in him the first time I saw him. I could see he was different, unique. The second time I saw him I noticed something else in him. It was a kind of sadness. Too me it showed he had depth. I realize now that you, Leah, were the object of that depth. I thought about him off and on during the next few months before time caused him to fade from my memory. When I saw his folder last week, every memory, every feeling came rushing back. I hadn't even seen him yet. Just saw his name. I must admit that when I did finally see him, I was slack jawed." I blushed. Leah smiled sweetly. Ben fidgeted. I continued. "Then he shared what to me was a most tender and loving moment. He talked about you. I could see the love in his eyes, and my heart melted. My first thought was that I would give everything to have a man love me like that."
I could feel tears begin to well in my eyes, and I tried to fight the emotions. Leah had tears in her eyes. I looked over at Ben, whose expression spoke tenderness and love. I spoke to him. "Hindsight is 20/20, they say. I realize now that I would give everything to have you love me like that." I couldn't hold it anymore, and the tears spilled over. So much for my makeup. Ben slid over and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me. I took it and burrowed into his side, letting my emotions feel the warmth of his embrace. I could hear Leah's sniffles. Ben slowly caressed my arm while I regained my composure.
Leah sighed, and I looked up at her. She was smiling a beautiful, radiant smile. She was happy. Truly happy. I couldn't imagine loving someone as much as she did that you would be this happy for them to be with another. I envied her, and silently pleaded with god that I someday have that love.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to go my office to do some much needed work." She spoke quietly. "I imagine it will take me well into the night. I've had Almarosa prepare our old master bedroom for you two." She wheeled out before we could protest.
The uncomfortableness draped over us again. I continued to dab my eyes from time to time, still unable to make eye contact. He continued to slowly caress my arm and hug me tight. I had to say something to break the silence. "Crazy night, huh?" I said. Oscar worthy dialog, it wasn't. He just laughed a short, quiet laugh. I was wondering what to do next, when he spoke.
"Emily. Look at me." I hesitated, and then felt his hand under my chin, gently coaxing my head up. I looked at him, at his warm, handsome face. "Emily, I meant what I said. I didn't realize it until Leah hit me in the face with the proverbial brick, but I love you." This forced another few tears to propel themselves from my eyes. He smiled tenderly and reached up with his hand, using his thumb to catch the tears and wipe them away. His loving caress sent chills down my spine and out over my skin. Still keeping eye contact, he lovingly put his thumb in his mouth, tasting my salty tears. The act was simple, yet surprisingly erotic. He leaned his head down to mine, and I closed my eyes, prepared for whatever was to happen. To my surprise, however, he didn't kiss my lips. He softly pressed his lips to each of my eyelids before pulling back. I was breathless. I slowly let my eyes flutter open and looked up into his eyes. They were still warm, but I caught just a hint of insecurity.
Knowing he was as unsure as I was helped me feel more at ease. It also helped me feel bolder. I reached up and let my fingers trace the contours of his face. Then I placed my hand on the back of his neck, gently pulling him down to me. I closed my eyes and parted my lips. He hesitated just a moment, letting his breath bathe my lips, before pressing his lips into mine. I tiny whimper escaped my throat as our kiss became more involved, more passionate. Soon I felt his tongue darting across my lips, exploring them, tasting them. He pressed his tongue against them, and I parted them, inviting him in. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. My pulse was racing as our lips and tongues mated, discovering a shared intimacy. We continued our kissing for several minutes before parting to catch our breaths.
Ben stood, and reached his hand down to me, waiting for me to reach up to him. I noted the subtleness of this gesture. He didn't take my hand. He waited for me to take his hand. It was a small gesture that spoke volumes, and it made me love him more. It was like he was saying, one more time, that the choice was mine. So I made it. I reached up for his hand, and he pulled me to standing beside him. The foot height difference was glaringly obvious now. Without hesitation, he reached down and scooped me up. I giggled at the feeling of weightlessness and then wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for another passionate kiss. When the kiss broke, he carried me out of the sitting room and began the ascent up the stairs.
Something was missing. I almost panicked. "Wait," I said abruptly. He stopped and the look of insecurity returned. I smiled up at him and placed a gentle peck on his lips. "We're forgetting something. Put me down and follow me." Confusion replaced the insecurity, but he did as I asked.
I took his hand and led him down the stairs and over to the door of the office. I quietly opened the door. Leah was sitting in her wheelchair with her back to us. My eyes followed her gaze and saw that she was looking at the large wedding picture on the wall. It was a younger version of the two of them, looking deeply into each other's eyes. I saw the look on those faces in the picture, the look that Leah always referred to. Again, quiet tears sprang forth, dripping down my cheeks. I moved over to stand a few feet behind Leah.
"It's a beautiful picture, Leah," I said quietly. She started and quickly wiped at her face. She turned her chair and looked up at me with a questioning look. I knelt beside her and took her hands in mine. "I want to do this, Leah. For Ben, for me, and for you. It won't be right if you aren't there with us."
"Emily, I told you. I can't—"
"Shhh ... Listen to me. I know what you've said. I need you there; I need your reassurance that this is what you want. I'm not trying to cause any more anguish, but I think you need to be there, too, for you and for Ben."
She looked at me, weighing what I'd said. Then she looked down at our hands and nodded. Ben moved over from the doorway, and scooped Leah up just as he had done to me previously. I followed them as he headed up the stairs. He stopped in front of a pair of closed French doors. I turned the handle and pushed them open and stepped aside for him to enter. I followed and gasped when I saw the immaculate room. The room was beautiful, decorated in luxuriant fabrics, shiny metals, sparkling glass and rich colors. A large king sized bed filled the center of one wall. I pointed to the head of the bed, indicating that Ben should place Leah there. As he did, she spoke.
"I haven't been in this room for, well, years. After the accident it just made more sense to put our room on the main floor." Ben smoothed Leah's skirt, and then kissed her passionately. I felt for a brief moment that I should turn away from this intimate act, but decided to watch. I mean, we were going to be showing a lot more than that. He stood up and looked down at his wife.
I decided everything was right now. I stepped over and took his hand. He turned to look at me and then turned to fully wrap his arms around my waist. He leaned over so I could wrap my arms around his neck and I felt his full lips on mine again. This time our kissing was more feverish. His hands wandered all over my back, and then down to cup my ass. I moaned quietly and he moved his lips from mine, dragging them over my face and down to my neck, licking and nipping as he went. I felt my pussy responding. I knew my panties were already drenched. I pressed into him, and was pleased at the hardness I felt against my belly.
Ben brought one hand up around in front of me as his lips continued to explore my neck, face and mouth. He pressed his hand against my small, perky breast. "Oh, god, Ben..." I gasped. I could feel his hand massage and knead the soft flesh, and then he pinched my hardened nipple between two knuckles, eliciting another moan from me. I reach my trembling hand down and pressed them against his hardness, tracing the outline of his cock in his pants. He nipped my earlobe in response and breathed hotly into my ear. I thought my legs were going to give way. He must have thought so, too, because he slipped his hand back around to my ass and stood up fully, lifting me with him. His lips never left my skin, so I wrapped my legs around his waist. I put my arms back around his neck and our lips and tongues connected again.
He turned and stepped backwards a few steps to the bed before sitting down on the edge. I opened my eyes as our lips parted and looked at Leah. Her hand was massaging her breast over her blouse, and I could see the look of lust in her eyes. I hoped—no I prayed—that her presence was the right thing and that she would be satisfied. I pulled out of Ben's embrace and stepped off and away from the bed. My eyes went from Ben to Leah and back to Ben. They were both intently focused on me. I'd never done what I was about to do, but considering I was about to become an exhibitionist, it just seemed like the right thing to do. I tried to think of the sexiest music I could and played it in my mind. Then I began to move myself to the rhythm.
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Showtime 2 "Lady and gentlemen. Tonight we have for your pleasure a bridegroom on his honeymoon here in Bangkok. His nineteen year old bride is on her way to our breeding farm where she will be continuously bred until she becomes infertile in probably 20 to 25 years time. Then she will have a brief career as an actress starring in her one and only film. "Contrary to convention James here has taken his wife's name of Veronica and as you can see she is wearing her wedding lingerie. I...
“We are both naked sitting on high stools facing each other. We are both going to watch each other receive oral sex from people we have never met before. “A male we have never met before is standing behind me teasing my nipples with his fingertips. His lady is watching as she prepares to tongue fuck me. “Or perhaps a female we have never met before is is standing behind me teasing my nipples with her fingertips. Her man is watching as he prepares to tongue fuck me. “And the same for you. A...
The darkness enveloped them both, lit only by a small pink-shaded lamp on her side of the bed. They’d been married for years, until chance and the fortune of summertime alone, free of children for a short time, led them to discover their lovemaking anew, slow and sensual, a contrast to the hurried, giggling, sneaking around after the kids were abed. She would slip into their bedroom, right before he was due to come home, stripping off her clothes and lying in the semidarkness. No toys or...
Michael Hawkins was your typical student in school. He made sure that all of his studies were done before anything else had happened in his life. A lot of times, he wished he had more freedom to do what he had wanted but his parents were afraid that he may stray down a path of drugs and crime. Michael’s brother David was doing a life bid for murder and he had been locked up for 5 years of a life sentence with no chance of parole so his parents made sure tht they did everything they could to...
Welcome to the Summertime Incest Story Collection, an anthology of short incest stories sharing the hottest season’s setting or vibe. As it is summer, Father’s Day in June will feature in a few stories but they may reflect themes of hot summer lust, occur during a summer vacation, or simply take place in the season. And, while we are currently talking about summer in the northern half of the planet as it happens right now this could be summer in the Southern Hemisphere or a hot week in the...
IncestA.N. I would like to thank Dark Cookie for giving me permission to write a story about his game Summertime Saga. Feel free to check out Dark Cookies Patreon to support him and his game. Summer was nearly over. Peter's wild adventure had run its course. Now Peter was sleeping in his new house by the beach. When Peter woke up in his large bedroom in his beach house, he found himself feeling lethargic, and he struggled to get out of bed. When he finally got the energy to push the covers off of it...
Michael Hawkins was your typical student in school. He made sure that all of his studies were done before anything else had happened in his life. A lot of times, he wished he had more freedom to do what he had wanted but his parents were afraid that he may stray down a path of drugs and crime. Michael's brother David was doing a life bid for murder and he had been locked up for 5 years of a life sentence with no chance of parole so his parents made sure tht they did everything they could to...
InterracialIt was 1974 and the summer before my senior year of high school. At 17, I stood about 5'10" and had a lean, firm body kept that way by playing racquetball and jogging. I had my own car, a used '69 Chevelle SS, that I paid for by working at a local grocery store. Dad had made a five hundred dollar down payment for me and co-signed the note, but I was making the payments and paying for my own gas and any maintenance the car needed. Dad paid for my insurance. I had started at the store as soon...
Mary looked over the card she received from the handsome man at the door to the porno shop in Central City. The well-dressed, black guy. The fellow who had driven her to tears of pleasure. The fellow she had John suck off with her as the last ditch effort to retain her sanity from the yard o’ beef they’d encountered in this gloryhole. The card read, ANSON BLAINE, CONSULTANT. That was all. She lay in bed that night, remembering his huge black cock…tasting it…fucking it…nursing on the...
John attended a business meeting in San Antonio, and so Kelly and Mary shared a Thursday dinner in his absence to discuss the proposed Saturday night get-together. Their former “slave” of the week before requested another meeting with them. “John won’t be here this weekend, darlin’,” said Mary. “It would be so much more fun if he were here…do you think we ought to invite James so we can have a fun cock to play with? Or should it just be us girls this Saturday? “You know, every time...
LET’S GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT BETWEEN US… The marrieds realize they both get off using “dirty words”. “ People treat others so mean by calling them an asshole, or a dick, or a cunt,” she said, using that last word for the first time in her life. “ “Bitch” and “whore” fall into that category, too.” Both felt those words should be compliments -- a sexy woman proud of her body, knowing how to use it, and being in charge. They decide it’s patriarchal, putting the woman down, when she...
PlaytimeNote:This is a small chapter/idea that I deleted from the main novel (Four Bitches) for reasons of plot fluidity. Originally it was intended to be a second visit by Dolly to Madame?s tender loving care. However, I decided that a single episode for each husband was more consistent for the storyline. It may amuse the reader to see just a little more of Madame and her demented daughters? Only a slight mention of this episode is now left in the main body of the novel as an afterthought. In...
His sweat and body odor mixed together into a foul smell that was repellant and made all the more so because I could not get away. He had pulled me up and had his back against a tree and his front guarded by my body. He pulled me around the tree, trying to see everywhere at once, wondering where the mysterious attacker would come at him next. I must have looked scared. I certainly felt it and the emotion was powerful enough that even now I get a cold shiver. We waited for what seemed an...
Stuck with tidying the sports storage shed, Lewis moaned and grunted with anger as his mates ran back to the changing rooms to get changed and go home. The only upside was he was alone with miss crow, a young thin sports teacher that was extremely atractive. Miss crow was about 25, 5’3 and had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were DD her waist was thin while her hips were wide for her size. In contrast with Lewis he stood at 6’7 and his shoulders were wide and waist was thin. Even...
Chapter one It was nighttime, and I had just gotten back from swimming in the sea. It can’t really be called swimming, since I was just splashing around near the shore. Skinny dipping would be a good word for it though. Water dripped off my glorious wet naked body. I looked down at myself, seeing perky C- cups and an overall curvaceous body. I turned my head and looked at my voluptuous behind. My boyfriend was still at dinner, but he knew very well what I was doing. As I had told him, a dark...
Chapter one It was nighttime, and I had just gotten back from swimming in the sea. It can't really be called swimming, since I was just splashing around near the shore. Skinny dipping would be a good word for it though. Water dripped off my glorious wet naked body. I looked down at myself, seeing perky C- cups and an overall curvaceous body. I turned my head and looked at my voluptuous behind. My boyfriend was still at dinner, but he knew very well what I was doing. As I had told him, a dark...
HardcoreThe sun was just peaking through the over cast sky, pushing its way in through the curtains and across my sleep crusted eyes. I blinked and stretched up, arching my back as the soft cotton sheet slipped down. It felt luxurious and I reveled in the rare opportunity to sleep in with no obligation, school, or extracurricular activity to take my time. Rolling over, my legs rubbed against each other smoothly as they tangled in those worn sheets. I yawned and listened carefully. No sounds permeated...
A tall slender girl, she couldn't have been much over 18 or 19. Her faded blue hip hugger shorts showed off her narrow waist. Wide hips told me she was blossoming into a well-developed woman. I admired the long, slender legs and the curve of her thighs. I could just make out the crease that separated her butt cheeks from her legs in the frayed bottoms of her short shorts. Her shoes were the clunky-heeled strap-on things that girls wear these days with no socks. She did a quick skip and some...
Last October at my sister’s 35th birthday dinner, my brother feels the need to inform the entire table of my old thumb-sucking habit. I was really surprised anyone remembered, but apparently the way I went about my little rituals, is strange and fun to bring up at inappropriate times. My family, especially my brother, enjoys watching me squirm and fidget because I am the only one left with secrets apparently. I sat across the table a bit embarrasses but struggled with the comments. I look to my...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Bath time, Uncle Bob," she said brightly. "Um?" said Bob, looking up from his book. His niece was naked. "I said it was bath time. Come on. I have cheerleader tryouts tomorrow and I have to get up early so I can get there, warm up and practice my cheers. Tub or Shower?" she finished. "Well, since you're in such a hurry, I suppose it should be shower tonight," said her uncle, and he got up. He untied his robe and dropped it to the floor, leaving him just as naked as his...
I didn’t divide it into 2 sections like I did the other parts, since nobody appreciated the extra efforts I took to shorten it anyway. The people who like my stories don’t care how long they are, as they simply download them and read them at their own leisure. In fact, the webmaster of this site once e-mailed me and told me that I was free to write stories of ANY file size (I could put the entire book into ONE file if I wanted). So stop your wimpy whining about the length, and just enjoy it!...
The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl Book 4: Time Walker Part 3a Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been almost a week since their daughter, Alicia, had left to return to D.C. The house didn’t seem empty, though. Little Nathan, Jake and Tabatha Hedron’s five-year-old son, completely filled it. Frank and Tanya loved having Nathan, their great-grandson, around. The youngster put them back on a schedule like normal, living people. What with starting school and...
The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl Book 4: Time Walker Part 2b Chapter 9 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You ready?” Béla asked, calling upstairs to where Jake was. She sighed. He always made them late to the club. Jake appeared at the top of the stairs. “Sorry. I was talking to Frank about Jake and Tabatha.” “They find out anything?” Béla asked. She already knew they hadn’t. She could see it in Jake’s mind. “No,” he said. “Frank thinks that you should go over...
The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl Book 4: Time Walker Part 2a Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She was riding on his hard cock, another orgasm starting to explode between her thighs and up into her belly. Her eyes were closed, wanting nothing more than to live forever in the next orgasm, never having to face the awful realities she fled from in her ecstasy, wishing it all to be far behind her. Her orgasm exploded, devouring her alive… She was floating in space – her...
Book 4: Time Walker Part 1b Chapter 9 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tabatha watched while Lisa sat on the floor with Ethan. At the ripe old age of four, Lisa was only a year older than Tabatha’s son. But she wasn’t the same species. The vampire species evidently matured, at least physically, at around five years of age. Lisa looked (and acted) like a bratty fifteen-year-old girl. Tabatha had figured out how to get Béla’s daughter to behave while she babysat her. She’d bring Ethan with...
Book 4: Time Walker Part 1a Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I don’t care!” Tanya cried out. Frank held her tightly while she beat on his chest with her fists. “That’s my daughter in there!” She broke down again, weeping hysterically. She allowed Frank to hold her tightly while she sobbed. ‘This whole family has gone fucking nuts!’ Frank thought to himself, furious and upset and not knowing who to blame. His grandson’s new wife had collapsed while she was being...
Introduction: What happens when daddy looks at his little girl in a whole new way at bathtime? ~This story is completly fictional and created from my imagination!!!~ Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!! my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wifes passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so...
Introduction: What happens when daddy looks at his little girl in a whole new way at bathtime? ~This story is completly fictional and created from my imagination!!!~ Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!! my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wifes passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so...