Melodic RedemptionChapter 5
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Stoney:
She loves me. She REALLY loves me. We're married. I killed a guy. I'm supposed to feel remorse. I'm supposed to receive counseling by caring professionals who will help me grieve or some such crap.
Therapy? I'll tell you what therapy is. It's having the woman you just protected put her arms around you and tell you that she loves you. And when the thought crossed my mind that this scum wanted to touch my Johanna, I tensed up.
"Stoney?" a little voice said.
"Yes, princess?"
"What was that? You got tense."
"Just mad, baby. That somebody would think they could take you from me."
"Stoney, let me show you something."
"What?"
"You have your secrets. I have mine." She picked up her purse, reached inside, pulled out an object and I heard —SNICK!— and saw myself looking at a five-inch blade. "I am not helpless, Stoney. My hand was in my bag when you hit the ground."
"Geez, Johanna," I said.
"I've taken every self-defense class I could. And not just those freebie 'kick and scream and blow your rape whistle' classes. I'm well versed in martial arts. Tae kwon do. And belts don't often mean much but mine's black. If you thought I was a delicate flower, you just might get your butt handed to you before you realized otherwise."
"And you never told me any of that. Who's keeping secrets now?"
"I could've whipped David's ass," she said. "You stood up and gave him a target. Distracted 'im. I was going to elbow him in the nuts. I had a clear shot."
"Owwwww," I said. "A man's 'nads..."
"Stoney, I love you deeply. I care. I am flattered beyond measure that you tell me the things you tell me because I see your eyes and I know you're not lying."
"I'm not."
"I'm not a delicate flower."
"You are."
"Am not. Remember that gym thing I've been talking about. You. Me. On the mat."
I rolled her over and kissed her. "I don't think my tender ego could handle getting my butt kicked by my wife, even if she IS half Viking."
"Just so you harbor in your mind the idea that such a thing is possible."
"I look at red hair and blue eyes and freckles and that smile and since I've obviously been transported to an alternative universe, anything is possible." How possible was emphasized by agile fingers, fingers that could elicit the sounds of heaven from a bit of metal, those fingers were touching, grasping, tantalizing my increasing hardness.
She pushed. Hard. I found myself on my back again. She peeled her top off, reached around to unclasp her bra.
"My wedding night. We shouldn't be dressed." She rolled off me and started removing her pants after kicking her shoes off.
I got up and stripped. I knew her period was happening. I thought we'd do some really hot kissing and touching and I'd possibly get the indescribable ecstasy of having her lips around my dick. She peeled off her panties. Jumped me. Hot, almost wildly wanton. Our lips welded together, her body writhing atop me, then her legs spread. A few arches of her back, my dick was between her legs, then it was warm, no, HOT and wet and I was inside her and she was silent except for her breath escaping in short gasps.
Her lips smashed against mine, her tongue in my mouth like she was scooping her very life force from me. I was meeting her, thrust for thrust. The pattern of her movements changed. I knew she was banging her button against the base of my dick with every motion. She tossed her head back. "NnnnnngggggggGoddddddd!" She froze. I needed one more thrust myself. I took it.
She felt my surge and splash. Wiggled. With a sigh. Her eyes were closed. She says sometimes I get a look like I'm far, far away. She had a look like she was right here. Centered.
I felt the moisture. Different than the usual mix of my semen and her lubrication. It occurred to me that this was the first time I'd ever had a woman on her period.
Her eyelids fluttered then opened, exposing me to those blue orbs. She sighed, breathed. "Oh, my Stoney, we have a mess. I didn't plan to ... but ... Today. Tonight. It's all too much. I sorta..."
"I needed you, Jo. I desperately needed you."
She smiled. "Then our bodies said what our minds wouldn't let us say," she said. "I'm glad we did." She gave an experimental wiggle. "I'm gonna try to get off you without leaving a trail. Shower."
"Right behind you," I said. I used my hand to hold most of the rusty red mess in place while I got out of bed. She had the shower going by the time I got to the bathroom and I stepped inside with her.
"Pretty much busted that taboo," she giggled.
"Surprised the hell out of me," I said.
"Didn't gross you out too much, did it?"
"You're my Johanna. We've already talked about limits, little one. I don't remember us saying anything about that. I thought you'd..."
"Draw the line," she finished for me. "I thought I did." She slid her wet body up against mine. "Tonight was too much. I needed to possess you. Claim you."
"I wanted you, Jo. I wanted ... I guess I'm like you. Everything tonight, I just needed as much of you as I could get."
She tossed her arms around my neck, pulling my face to hers. Little kiss. "Stoney, I am yours. All of me. Stoney and Jo."
We realized that we were in the shower and started washing each other. I stopped short of her pussy.
"You stopped. Grossed out?"
"No. Didn't want to violate..."
Wild giggle. "Pretty much violated the daylights out of it earlier. You wash mine. I wash yours."
"Deal!" I said. Lathered that thing right up. Get it squeaky clean, the owner hanging on me as she shuddered through another orgasm. Kissed her.
"Errrrghhhhhh!" she growled. "You're not supposed to make me do THAT!"
"Too late," I said. "Can't take it back. You could've stopped me."
"Like hell," she hissed as she stroked me. "I'm not doin' you in here. I want you in bed. Wanna play with it."
"It's yours, you know."
She tilted her face up with a smile. "I know. Mine. Forever more."
We got out and dried off. I shaved as she started drying her hair, a task I helped her finish. Still naked, she led me back to the bed.
"Lay down," she said. "I need panties."
She rummaged through her luggage, retrieved a pair, went into the bathroom, returned. "Pad," she said. "Stupid period should be over tomorrow. Then I've got goals."
She slid back into bed beside me. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"I have my Johanna," I said. "I'm better than okay." Got even better when her fingers found me semi-hard and stroked me.
"I had two. You only had one," she giggled.
"I'm not keeping score," I said. Her hand swirled and tugged. "OhGOD!"
"You like?"
"I like."
"What if I do this?" Giggle. She squirmed around and kissed the swollen head of my dick.
I sucked a breath in. "Words fail."
Her lips closed over it, tongue swirling.
"You're killing me."
"Want me to stop?" she asked. Her eyes were happy, sparkling.
"Please don't."
"I know what happens." Giggle. "Mmmmmm."
It wouldn't be long, not the way Jo hit my senses. She was sideways in the bed and my hand could reach that shapely ass. I savored the curve with what few neurons that weren't attending to the sensations in my groin. Those few neurons gave up as I felt my balls pull up, preparatory to...
"Mmmmmmmmphhhh!" when the first surge hit. Her head turned slightly, keeping me in her mouth. She knew what she'd done. Head bob. "Mmmmmm!" Bob. "Mmmmm!" Bob. "Mmmmmmrrrrr!" as one hand milked me into her mouth while the other explored and teased my scrotum and I felt my whole groin pulsate. She let me go when the pulsations died down, then gulped me back into her mouth for one more "Mmmmmmm" and left me quivering.
Once I could open my eyes again they were filled with Jo's face, smiling. "Powerful," she said. "I feel so powerful when I do that to you. Just suck you up! And you're completely mine. In my control. You can trust me, Stoney."
"You know, Johanna, my wife? You OWN me. That ... I've never ... never..."
"Oh, come on, Stoney..."
"No, my little Jo. Nobody rocked me like you do."
"Stoney..."
"Johanna," I said softly, "I never loved anyone like I love you. Wanted to. Never did."
"What's that got to do with a physical act?" she asked.
"It starts in my head. And my heart. Head. You're bright and beautiful and everything I could dream about and then some. I run out of words." I'd told her this before, but at the time we weren't in bed together. "My heart. Never gonna be another, Johanna. Never. Never was. Never will be."
She pressed me down on the bed, straddling me. "Me too, Stoney. You are the one I waited for. I just want to be your everything."
"Then don't kick my butt at the gym," I said.
She squealed. "That ... you're just an animal, Stoney..."
"I'm your pet person," I said. "Put me on a leash..."
Giggle. "Might do that, now," she said. "We could take turns. You could wear yours under your shirt collar with a tie. I could wear a scarf." She paused. "Actually, I don't need a scarf. People will think it's a fashion accessory."
"And when I pick you up after class and snap a leash on?"
She laughed. "Only if I can pick you up at work and put YOUR leash on."
"Might just do that," I said. "People're gonna think it's something like that anyway."
"But it's so much worse than that, guy," she said. "I've been caught in a Stoney-web for weeks."
I rolled her over. Wrapped her in my arms, listened to her squeal. "I adore you, you know."
Her nose crinkled and her eyes laughed. "I know. I planned it that way. Practiced being adorable my whole life, just for you."
We cuddled up and went to sleep. Two hours. I sat up, sweat pouring off me. I could smell the ammonia funk from explosive detonations, laced with pulverized clay and I could hear victorious, expectant yells and I reached to unsling my rifle...
"Stoney baby," Jo said. "Another one?"
"Sorry, sweetness," I said. "I can't control..."
"Don't be sorry, Stoney. Let me hold you." She sat up and snuggled against my back, her cheek resting on my shoulder. "I'm here. You're here." Her hand stroked my head, my face, her fingers carrying love I'd never known.
"My Jo."
"Your Jo. I'm here. Wanna talk? What's the trigger?"
"I don't know if there's a trigger, sweetness."
"What's the first thing that you remember?"
"A smell. The smell when high explosives go off."
"I don't smell anything like..."
"Not like that," I said. "Just you..." I turned and drew a deep breath through my nose, picking up the fragrance of her perfume. "It's in the dream."
"What else?"
"That bunch of Iraqis streaming out of the building screaming 'Allah Akhbar'. RPG's (Auth. Note: Rocket Propelled Grenades. Designed as anti-tank weapons, they're powerfully explosive and easily transported and used as pocket artillery on battlefields around the world) AK's ( the ubiquitous AK-47, the most common fire-arm in the world) and that one guy waving that knife. I was trying to get my rifle loose to shoot back."
"Stoney, what can I do?"
"Hold me. Remind me that I'm here. Not there. Here."
Her kiss anchored me in the sweet present. She gently lowered me back onto the pillow and caressed me and loved me until I drifted back asleep. In the waning consciousness, I pondered the meaning of 'anchored in the present'. Jo. Jo could do it. I slid back into slumber with the fragrance of her hair as my lullaby.
Sunday morning. Late Sunday morning I was wakened by nature's alarm clock, a full bladder. I tried to gently extricate myself from Jo. We were connected by a tangle of arms and legs.
"MmmmmmLover," she purred.
"Shhhhh, baby, I'll be back." I got out of bed, went to the bathroom and was holding my own version of Niagara Falls in my hand when I felt a touch on my waist, then a soft kiss on my bare shoulder. I took a chance, said not a word, finished, lowered the seat, and went back to bed. In a few minutes I heard the toilet flush and then she was snuggling next to me. A little sound that was somewhere between a purr and a whimper came from her lips as she re-entangled herself with me and we drifted back to sleep for a little while. It was fitful. She kept moving, rearranging herself against me, finally ending up with a hand cupping my genitalia.
We walked toward the door of the restaurant. Now I was thinking that here I am, meeting her family for the first time, and public displays of affection might not be on the agenda. After we worked our way past the maître d' (yeah, I don't usually eat at restaurants with a 'maitre d'' even though I know they exist) and into the dining room, Jo's hand hooked the inside of my arm. Apparently she knows more about me than I give her credit for. "There they are," she said, smile broadening....
"You were in the hospital for a while, I imagine," Jo said. "The whole spectrum. Infection. Orthopedics. Recovery. Rehabilitation. I do okay now, but every now and then one thing or another talks to me." "Like that walk we took in Austin," she said. "Now I understand why. You should've said something." "And miss a chance to walk down the street with you? I'm not stupid." "Sit!" she commanded, patting the sofa beside her. "Lemme go put my other clothes back on," I...
The rest of Friday dragged but eventually four-thirty came around and I was out the door. At four-forty-five I was in traffic and my phone played me a flute solo. Jo. "Hello, princess," I said. "Hi, Stoney," she said. "Are we still on for tonight?" "I'm headed home right now. Whenever you want to show up." Giggle. "I'm on the way. I'll get there about the same time you do." "Okay," I said. "I was hoping to have time to clean up, though." "You work in an office, Stoney....
Okay. So Key worries about Jo. Can't fault her for that. I worry about Jo too. It's not hard. I close my eyes, let my mind drift, and there's Jo. So she was grocery shopping on a Saturday morning. I picked up my phone, pushed the button and said "Johanna". Siri replied, "Calling Johanna Solheim mobile". I held the phone to my ear. "Hi, Stoney," she said. "Hi, my baby," I replied. "Why didn't you call?" "Let you sleep late. I'm just getting some groceries for the week. The...
We were timing things and that's what kept us moving. At my apartment there was time for the washing of faces and brushing of teeth and then there was a flurry of kisses and I'm not sure who initiated that but we ended up in a knot on the sofa, hot, breathless and quite happily bothered. She was mostly on top of me, I was noticeably erect inside my jeans, and she knew it. I know she knew it. She smiled, cradled my face between her hands and kissed me, adding a wiggle to her snuggle that...
We came up with a plan pretty quick. After all, this wasn't Columbus looking for the Spice Islands. We planned a menu. Talked about what would happen if the weather cratered on us. "We can stay home." "No," she said. "I don't have a home. Key's, well ... there's this guy she's been seeing and I told her that she'd have the place to herself. Which likely means she won't be by herself. And I get very uncomfortable with the idea of a guy staying in my apartment." "Oh." "So...
The old boat had been, from the day I brought her home and made her mine, a refuge. Yes, there were days that I brought friends along, but mainly the boat was where I went when I wanted to get away from the world. Now I was on her, and I was clothed only in my boxers and before me, beckoning, was Jo, in my mind the epitome of red-headed perfection, herself clad only in hip-hugger panties and a dark blue sports bra. And she was beautiful. Absent any light from the skylight hatch, we had a...
Sunlight pushed through the tiny cabin portholes, brighter on the starboard side because the northerly wind had our bow pointed into it, swinging at anchor. Okay. One sensation. It was morning. Second sensation. I was on my boat. Third sensation. Wasn't my boat any more, it was OUR boat, because I had a soft, naked form beside me, breathing softly. Jo. Twenty-four hours ago, she was my girlfriend. After last night, she was my wife. Unless I was dreaming. I touched the smooth skinned flank...
Going to tell everybody. "I know. I think I'm gonna lease the Goodyear blimp," I said. "Can we get rings?" "Yes, we can get rings," I said. "What does your taste in wedding rings look like?" "I think I would like a simple band. Gold. Yours?" "I shall match yours. You sure though? No large rock?" "Oh, come on, Stoney. This is me and you. Married by the light of the full moon. I need to ask Mom what the appropriate Celtic take would be." "She collected a Viking..." Jo...
Mark it on your calendar. Today's a first for me. The first time I ever woke up to a work week with my partner. The alarm went off and I did not want to get out of bed because when the music started, Jo slid down and wrapped her arms around my waist, purring. "I really don't want to leave, sweetness," I said. "But I have work to go do." "Mmmm, I know, baby. I have a class at nine, too." "Let's just do what we have to do. At the end of the day, though, we come home...
Jo is ticklish on the bottoms of her feet. A lot of people are, I know, but finding that a fingertip dragged gently down the sole of her foot leaves her uncontrollably giggly and therefor perfect for scooping into one's arms for loving. Monday was the previously discussed informal practice session. Tuesday was the real thing at the music department. Still, Jo is a responsible sort and we missed nothing of her schedule. So am I. She's an accomplished musician, and that translates to...
I didn’t have to be psychic to read Jo’s mind. The touch of her hand in mine was usually a delicate thing. This time she was tugging. I couldn’t understand, so I did the one thing that husbands have been doing since the beginning of time. I said, “Yes, dear.” “Don’t be condescending, Randall Jackson,” she said. “We need to talk.” Less than twenty-four hours since she and I stood in front of friends and family and God and pledged marriage to each other. Now I was wondering exactly what I’d...
Johanna and I discussed the idea of taking off from our lives for a few days for an abbreviated honeymoon, but neither of us were really at points in life to do so. I mean, I could have just begged off, but I was in the middle of a project with a time limit, I'd already given my word on its completion, and Jo? "I really shouldn't take off in the middle of the semester. Academically it's not good. And musically, we have the Veterans' Day thing in two weeks, and then a couple of big...
"Somebody you know?" Jo asked. "I saw the 'USA Retired'." "My platoon sergeant in Iraq," I said. "Good guy." "I'll let you read it, baby," she said. She started to turn away. "Where are you going?" "Was giving you some room. Privacy." "I don't need privacy. I need Johanna. This is just part of the past. He's a good guy. Wonder what he's got to say." I opened the envelope. A single printed page was inside. I read: Dear Lieutenant Jackson- I haven't heard from you...
Johanna's turn: Glorious Saturday morning, drifting along with the light pushing its way through the little gap in the drapes. I hear soft, regular breathing next to me, calming, protecting. That would be my husband. He's sleeping. He's slept all night and I get the best feeling about that. We've been sleeping together two weeks. Married, that is, 'officially' with the public ceremony and a marriage license, for a week today. In that two weeks, he's wakened in the middle of the night...
Johanna: Yes, it's primal. The urge to mate. Sociologists talk about it. Religions talk about it. Poets talk about it. It gets couched in various cloaks: love, duty, morality. But it's never right until two people decide it's right for them. And I'm thinking this in the dim light of the sun streaming into the cabin through the portholes. I hear the sound of waves slapping the hull and the whistle of the wind on the mast and the rigging. And the breathing of this guy next to me. Sometime...
Lovely, languid, quiet Saturday morning. Waking up next to a soft form. I have to touch that sweetly curved hip, just to tell myself I am not dreaming. The touch elicits a purr and a movement, several movements, actually, one of which put an arm around me. The hand at the end of the arm started exploring, finding morning wood. "Mmmmm, Stoney, is that for me?" "Yes, but be careful. It's loaded." "I thought we emptied it last night," she said, twisting in the bed. Her head dipped for...
The week went by with nothing major going on to interrupt our lives. Waiting on Friday. Before Johanna, I wasn't one of those people who worshipped Fridays, but now it was not a matter of escaping FROM something, it had become a matter of escaping with somebody, TO something. The weather was warm in the afternoon, cooler enough at night to be comfortable, and a cold front was due through late Saturday. When I got home Friday, the weekend's provisions were stacked by the door. I walked...
Johanna's turn: Almost magical, waking up in the morning on the boat. Not sure exactly what time it is, reminding myself that it really doesn't matter, feeling the form of this MAN touching me, rolling to face him, snuggling in against him. The boat is rocking gently and there's the wind and the waves and the sound of our breathing. I know my guy is drifting along because he hugs me closer and resumes his even breathing. I know several things that would be very pleasant for both of us,...
Stoney's turn: Aside from the idea of leaving Jo behind, I was not feeling bad when I left for work. After all, I had her kiss still tingling on my lips when I got in my car. A push of the button and I had the classical music station on the stereo. Oh, yeah, I have the iPod plugged in, too, but I liked giving the radio station a shot at titillating my ears on the way to work. This technique insured that my tastes received some variety. I hated the commute. Traffic is aggravation. After a...
Johanna's turn: I brought my Stoney home. My poor, broken, battered Stoney. Well, actually, a medical transport brought him home and ceremoniously deposited him in bed. The bed is a rental hospital bed, at least for the time being. I have home health technicians setting up trapezes. One over this bed. One over our bed. One over Stoney's favorite recliner. He's got crutches. "But do NOT try using them for a week," the doctor said. "And not while under the influence, either. I just...
Back to Stoney: Wasn't bad enough that I got T-boned by an illegal alien a couple of weeks ago, but now my beloved wife has thrown me under a bus. Admittedly, it's a bus full of musicians. Doctor Bob, the conductor/instructor of the university's chamber orchestra is complicit. Early in the relationship with Jo, she'd intimated to me the desire to play Mozart's Concerto for Flute and Harp, an idea I'd mentioned to Bob. When Jo saw that I was somewhat adept at my banjo, she railroaded...
Stoney's turn: Okay, I do admit that meeting Dan Richards and his surprising wife Cindy left me thinking. I was serious. Cindy, barely fifteen, was a cutie. "Jo, drag out the baby pictures," I said. "Baby pictures?" "Yeah, I want to see what you looked like growing up." "I don't have 'em. Mom keeps those." "I wanna see 'em," I said. "You might've been a horribly ugly child. I want to prepare myself for our offspring." She slapped the back of my head. "I was a wildly...
Stoney's turn: I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but life with Johanna had turned me quite a bit more optimistic, even if some bozo broke my leg. Yeah, I can drive again. Insurance popped for a replacement of my SUV, mostly. By this stage of the game I could be mobile if I needed to be, on my own. Bumping around the apartment was not a problem. If I started getting messages from my leg, I just eased it straight on the sofa or in the recliner. Walking out to my parking spot,...
Johanna's Turn: According to the stories I heard at my Momma's knee when I was little, I should be looking for leprechauns. This stuff got surreal. First, there's Dan and Cindy. Cindy could be a pixie. Dan showed up to talk with Stoney about picking up where Stoney left off on an engineering project when he had his accident. So I figured 'another engineer? What could it hurt?' Except this engineer shows up with a fifteen year old redheaded pixie of a wife, and we had a delightful...
Stoney's turn: It actually WAS in Cindy's words, 'a riot'. I never did 'band camp' or anything like that when I was in high school. They didn't have 'science camp' and 'math camp' in my school district and I wasn't in band. Jo told me about her own experiences. "Wasn't anything like this," she said. Our trip home was as wondrous as the trip there. I can definitely see why Dan and Cindy (and everyone else in the bunch, apparently) would cling to personal aviation as a...
Johanna's Turn: I walked out of the classroom with a definite spring in my step. I had several reasons to bounce, you know. Let's see. That test paper I laid on the GA's desk was, to the best of my knowledge, close to perfect. Stoney was home waiting on me. The semester was almost over and for the first time in my life I was not packing up to go spend winter break with Mom and Dad. The test. How ironic that I was testing at the end of a class on the history of Europe since 1945. I smiled...
Still Johanna: Semester's over. Christmas break. And this was new. Ever since I started school, Christmas break was with Mom and Dad, even in college. Well, this year, people, it's different. Little Johanna Elise Solheim is now Mrs. Randall Jackson and with that status comes a whole new life. Christmas dinner. "Do you think we can manage something close to a Christmas dinner, Stoney?" He smiled. "Yeah, I think we can do that, in a restrained fashion." "Turkey. Little one. With...
Stoney's Turn: That was a surprise. Of course, since last September I've had lots of surprises. That was pleasant. Same thing. Since I touched fingertips one day with this startling redhead, I've had lots of 'pleasant', too. I parsed Jo's comments, "A little girl with family issues." "I get the feeling..." I concurred. "She's quite comfortable when she's playing, though." My partner smiled. "I've seen the family issues. Us military brats get an introduction." She paused....
Stoney's turn: When I was walking out of the building, headed home, I called Jo. "Hello, sweetness," she said. "Hi, princess," I returned. "Did Kara come over?" "Oh, yes," she said. "We're cranking out the music. Come home and join us!" "I'm on the way. Pedaling as fast as I can." My wife giggled. "Just drive careful. You know how you are!" Ten minutes later I was parking. Locked the SUV, walked to the door. I could hear the music as I unlocked it. It stopped with the...
Johanna's turn: It's not about sex. We're cuddled together. The sex is over for the night. And I still love him. Of course, right now we're both glowing. I mean, if we tossed the covers back, the room would light up. The post-coital (coital? - Damn you, Sheldon Cooper!) tingles will subside in a bit, but that loving glow hasn't. Nope. Hasn't. Not since I first admitted to myself that this was the guy for my life. I trust him. He trusts me. Kara's turn: Kara Sevinsky. That's me. I...
Stoney's turn: I punched the button on my office phone. Rang twice. Sweet, happy voice. "Hi, my love." "Hi, my princess," I replied. "I'm getting ready to walk out the door. What's up for the evening?" "Me and you. Some deli roast beef. Muenster cheese. Artisan ciabatta rolls from the bakery up the street. A bottle of Reisling. And then ... I have designs on your body..." "No Kara this evening?" "Nope. We talked a bit ago. She's got a Skype session with the bunch in...
Kara's turn: I feel like Balboa. You remember him, don't you? And no, NOT Rocky. He's the guy who 'discovered' the Pacific Ocean, at least from the Eurocentric point of view. That's how I feel after meeting Jo and Stoney and subsequently the girls in that community in Alabama: like I walked out of the jungle and there's a whole ocean just waiting for me. I'm seventeen. It's time that I start taking some actions to control my own life. It hasn't been easy. I'm not a poor kid, at...
Stoney's turn: So let's see where we're at now. I have a rollicking good life. There were long, lonely nights in the not too far past that I despaired of finding the person who would fill the void in my soul. As I sit here, eyes closed to repair the strain from staring at the diagram on my monitor, there's a little metallic blue Japanese car leaving the campus of the university, headed to what used to be my apartment. It's not my apartment now. It's ours. The driver of that little...
Johanna's turn: Friday! I was never one of that 'TGIF' bunch who LIVES for Fridays before. Before Stoney. Now? Maybe. Just a little bit. We swapped vehicles this morning. He drove my little hatchback to work. I took his SUV to campus. And at three, after class, I was loading bags into it at the apartment. That way, when he got home, we'd be ready to head to the marina. I can't wait. Yes! I get excited. I know, really, we have as much privacy as two people could possibly ask for here...
Johanna's turn: Two more weeks. That's it. Two weeks! I will graduate college. Stoney says he's the first of his family to receive a college degree. For myself, both parents have degrees, Dad's masters includes four years from West Point, Mom's from Trinity College in Dublin. And now I'm getting ready to graduate here in Houston, Texas, US of A. Double major, too, music and business administration. I have that 'music' part nailed. I could take a position with the local symphony,...
Johanna's turn: Back from ten wonderful days in Norway. Spent some time living out of Great-uncle Jan's place. He's got a beautiful home up a mountainside above a fjord overlooking one of his shipyards in the distance. It's a little shipyard, and this is Norway where shipbuilding is part of the national psyche, so it counts as scenery, understand? We did the touristy things, visiting museums and churches, seeing sights, absorbing the culture like a sponge. Phone call. I looked at the...
Four years of college and now I’m out. Yes, I knew better than to think I was going to change the world. Teachers make a difference but it’s a slow, gradual difference. Nearing graduation, I applied all around and got an offer from Samuel Adams Middle School in Harrisville. LIke any new job, I guess, you start out not knowing anyone, well, the people you interviewed with, sure, but often you don’t really work with them day to day. So, I had started really not knowing anyone, just meeting other...
Kevin is kinda a geek, but not too bad, but although he could use a better haircut, it wasn't his hair that I first noticed. I remember seeing him running with the rest of the boys on the track field. I love to watch the boys run. Especially when they pass me by and I can see their buns flexing in the nylon school shorts we all have to wear. The guys all seem to get their shorts two sizes too big and the girls get theirs one size too small. So there I was standing with my girlfriends waiting...
My daughters, Jenny (12), and Liza (14), are gorgeous. They are both so full of life and vitality, and I love to see them happy. That being said, I know what lies ahead of them as they approach high school, puberty and boys may be difficult and stressful. I talked about it with my wife, and we decided to have a family discussion about their changing bodies and growing up before Liza entered high school and Jenny entered middle school. What happened, however, was not what either of us expected....
Church Taxi was a thing that my church friends and I started so we could get some time practice driving around and to help old people to get to church when they did not have a ride or during rain or snow events. We were having a lot of fun doing this. I had had my license for almost a year. The church member I got most was Jill. I found to Jill to an attractive woman and very sweet. She was only 56 years old but I was happy to drive her back and fourth to church. We became pretty good friends....
Before we ever got to the bedroom, I heard mom say, “Ron honey, put that hard cock in mommy’s cunt and fuck me. You just don’t know how much mommy has wanted to fuck you son. I love your daddy’s cock, but I love your cock more, so just fuck me hard. I am all yours.” The rest of us giggled and then we heard, “OH MY GOD yes fuck me Ron. Fuck your mommy’s cunt hard.” I said, “Well, guess daddy won’t be getting any more of that cunt for a while. I think Ron will be fucking it from now...
Finally my last day at work was over. Last night was the farewell party arranged by the company at a posh country hotel, later today I would start my new life as Anna Dominatrix’s full-time slave. Mistress had arranged a dinner party at home to celebrate my enslavement. All our close friends were there, Emma and Bob, Ellie and Paddy, Amy and Will and Sam (my ex) We had a sit-down meal at home, prepared and cooked by Elsie a lovely lady from the village. All the girls dressed in their best sexy...
In 2006 I lived with this girl named Erin. She was a cute, chubby girl who died her hair red and black and wore it in a bell cut. She had a smile that could make you cum right in your pants. In summer, she’d go to bed early because of work, and I would stand at her door. You could see her curves through the small teddy she’d wear, and I would stand at the door, tugging at my hard cock. It was too much to handle, and eventually I’d go to my computer and load up some videos of...
They met in the downstairs bar of the hotel. When Harry met Sally they were sitting side by side on the high bar stools.The small talk followed. Stilted at first. Chatting about this and that and a bit of the other. It was late afternoon when they met and as time passed they became more comfortable in each other’s company. Both on business, both alone, both bored, both married, both partners sexually disinclined. Artificial formal conversation turned to relaxed smiles and laughter. Then to...
A soft, unobtrusive chime echoed through the cabin signifying the final departure of the airplane. She crossed her legs and eased back into her first class seat. It was a benefit of a job well done, and a final reward for a week-long stretch in Los Angeles. Her stay had left her with a good feeling of tired accomplishment. Now the return home meant taking a flight home at a rather inhospitable time – the redeye flight. True, it was the last flight out of LAX, but it was still first class and...
A warm Sunday morning saw Sally at home alone in her small suburban flat. She was feeling a little seedy from a night out with friends at an Italian restaurant and decided that a black coffee and a muffin was the go this morning to give her a little kick start. Sally was a quiet yet confident woman who lived alone. She was an office assistant by day and a mostly solitary person by night who enjoyed meeting with friends and socialising occasionally but on the whole, she was a do it on your own...
EroticShe had lived in New England all her life, when her father’s business failed and the family decided to move to California, her heart had cried out at the idea of leaving the culture and society that she had always known. The day that they went down to the harbor and boarded the old ship they had almost had to force her on board. Surprisingly after a day or two at sea, she found that she loved the quiet and the gentle rolling of the waves against the hull. It was a time of calm and rumination...
Hi Dosto, Mera naam Sonu hai or ye kahani meri or meri bhabi ki hai.Mere ghar me mere mom dad or sirf meri bhabi hi hai mere alawa.Mere bhaiya navy me hain or aksar ship pe hi rehte hai. Bhabi se meri nazdeekiya tab bad gayi jab mere ko iss bat ka ehsas hua ki bhaiya bhabi to santusht karne me asaksham hai.Aksar unke room se ladne ki awaze ati thi jab bhi bhaiya ghar pe ate the.Iski wajah se bhabhi bhaiya se dur ho gayi or meri dost ban gayi.Unhone ne hi bataya ki bhaiya sex nahi kar pate or...
Alessia was always a wild child and that what attracted me to her at first. There was this need to subdue her and fuck some sense into her, may be a wild sex session with my maid. I had made her my submissive and I could fuck some sense into her on a regular basis. I loved doing that – fucking her, especially if she resisted me. I smile at that thought and enter my apartment. It’s dark and I am a neat freak, but I see mud all over the floor. Only one thought crosses my mind – Alessia. She knows...
Maid/ServantWe were almost there. I was looking forward to staying in the ice fishing hut... fishing... drinking beer, and just kicking back for the weekend. It was just Jason and myself... we tried talking our wives (Jenn and Karen) into coming with us, but they decided to go to a spa for the weekend instead... go figure. I was glad Jason and I were still able to get along as friends, with no underlying issues, reguardless of what we have done with our wives, eachother, and eachothers wives over the past...
BisexualI knew I had to follow my faith from an early age & I joined the convent staight out of school. What i did not know was how hard the vow of chastity would be & what trouble it would get me in to.My convent was very strict, we wore, neck to knee tunics, full length head veils & flat shoes, we were not allowed to speak in the corridors or at meal times, anyone found disobeying the rules was punished. sister Margaret, the head nun, would hand out the punishment herself quite literally....
The tropical moon poured through the window, filling the room with soft blue light. In the bed next to me she slept, a smile playing across her lips. Our bodies touched in every possible place. In our sleep we moved as one, neither wanting to lose contact. Dreams of her poured through my head. She stirred against me causing tingling sensations to pass through my sleeping body. My hand gently cupped her nipple, feeling it swell unknowingly in response to some deep dreamed touch. I responded...
Love StoriesIngredients: 4 Laughing eyes 4 Well-shaped legs 4 Loving arms 2 Firm milk containers 2 Nuts 1 soft, warm mixing bowl 1 Firm banana Directions: 1. Look into laughing eyes. 2. Spread well-shaped legs with loving arms. 3. Squeeze and massage milk containers very gently. 4. Gently add firm banana to mixing bowl, working in and out until well creamed. For best results. Continue to knead milk containers. 5. As heat rises, plunge banana deep into mixing bowl and cover with nuts, leave to soak...
It went in slowly, just a little at a time, as she pulled up, then pushed down more each time. Then, after a minute or so, she was sitting on me with all of me up inside her. She sat there, not going up or down as I had expected but I felt her insides flexing, tightening and loosening around my dick. It felt so good. "What are you doing, Hannah?" "You like it?" "Yeah, it feels really good, squeezing me like that." "A girlfriend told me about it, I've been dying to try it on you,...
Got a PM on Xhamster Opened Xhamster one morning and had a PM from someone that I havePM back and forth for a while. He is a casual cross dresser and has told me thathe has looked at my avatar/profile for quite a while and has liked what he saw.This time he was interested a private meeting. Since he has read my stories and they have turned him on. We talked back and forth asking each other what we would like in a private meeting. He explained that he always wanted to dress up in front of...
In the morning, Jeanne and I woke up to the sounds of people stirring, talking, striking their tents, and packing their gear. For a while, we lay there together under our blankets, enjoying the closeness we felt, spooned together, naked, sleepy, and happy. We considered repeating the pleasure we had shared the night before, but contented ourselves with kissing, holding each other, and talking softly. As the activity outside increased, we knew it was time to get up. “Jeanne,” I said,...
Angela then asked where King was, so we all looked outside and he was nowhere to be seen. Victor said, not to worry as he would not go far but he would go and find him while we both got dressed. Then we can drive to the shopping centre and grab a McDonald’s or KFC or whatever. Victor jumped out to find King and Angela was getting herself cleaned up. I did the same and pulled my jeans on etc. “I suppose we had better tie Den to the handle and you jump in the front.” As Angela opened the...