ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories)

by Viva Fox

  So, here I am now, thirty years old and with an eleven year old Izzy on my hands. She had grown up to be a beautiful young lady and while she already knows I am not her real mom, she still continues to treat me like one. I couldn’t ask for a better daughter or husband for that matter. It just goes to show that life doesn’t always work out the way you expect it to, but in the end everything works out, one way or another.

  The moral is that you should never live with regrets because everything always happens for a reason. I ended up finding out, shortly after marrying Mason, that I was sterile and that I couldn’t have any children. It was like Avery’s child was some sort of godsend.

  Later on my family learned, through Avery’s autopsy that she had a very violent looking tumor growing in her brain. Had she not died in labor, she would have died a very painful death at the hands of cancer.

  Always remember, everything happens for a reason, remember that, no matter what. Also, remember that everyone deserves a second chance, even if you think they don’t. We are all human in this world and we all make mistakes, some bigger than others. Without forgiveness in our world, it would be a dark, dark place.

  THE END

  Irresistible Temptations

  Sometimes I wondered just what the hell was wrong with me. It was like, in a lot of ways, I just did not allow myself to be content with life... I wouldn't allow myself to just accept how things were and be satisfied, even if what I had happened to be precisely what I'd wanted it to be at one point in time. Rather, it was like I just kept wanting more, more, more, craving things even if I knew them to be bad for me and my life on any number of levels.

  Even when, in fact, the things I was craving, actually proved a threat to the life I'd once so desperately pined over, and worked so hard to ensure panned out in the precise manner I'd craved once upon a time. It was all so... So pointless, in a way, trying to satisfy myself, because I knew that one thing would just always lead to another.

  At the end of the day I would either just keep on chasing my tail until the cows came home, so to speak, or else I would eventually cross the line and end up pushing everything I'd lived for up to that point in my life over the steep, steep edge of a cliff.

  I felt as though I had porn to blame for a lot of this... It was, I suppose, giving me some unrealistic standards as to what normal sex could be like between average human beings. It was forming in me an impression that those extreme carnal acts that were caught on camera were little more than run of the mill activities that could be carried out by your average Joe and Jill without any fear of consequence.

  After all, porn videos didn't generally come with the sort of “Don't try this at home” warning labels that you might expect upon watching something whose effects could be disastrous if duplicated by an amateur. Or, at the very least, I'd never come across such a warning, and if they did in fact exist they had so far to elude my detection.

  But, I suppose, more than likely, the makers of such lascivious content must have had some expectation that the viewers of their smut would have enough good sense to know rather intuitively that you did not try to carry the actions of highly experienced porn stars into your average, everyday sex life, and it was, therefore, entirely upon myself for eschewing such good sense and thinking that I could go about trying to indulge my ridiculous sexual fantasies regardless.

  I was in something of a peculiar relationship, I suppose, or at least peculiar in the sense of what I might have traditionally expected. In that I, the female of the couple, had a far higher sex drive than Jonathan did, the male of the couple, and could get turned on by just about any damn thing. Whereas he tended to need just a bit of prodding before he could get comfortable with my many lurid intentions for him.

  This generally didn't pose a huge problem, but it did make me feel fairly limited in terms of just how wildly I could explore my deepest, seediest fantasies. There were a lot of damn things I fantasized about trying out with that thick veiny cock of his, yet inevitably I found myself restricted to only a very small fraction of those agonizing desires, given his general squeamishness about taboo sex compared to my own overwhelming drive for it.

  The thing was, though, that aside from our differences in the bedroom, the two of us were, more or less, something of the ideal couple. I mean, we were in sync on a lot of awfully damn significant levels. Dedicated to making one another happy to the extent we could do so. Interested in a lot of the same subjects and hobbies, and with such a great romantic chemistry that it sometimes defied comprehension.

  If only the two of us could get our sex drives leveled out to some reasonable degree that would work for the both of us, and quite honestly things would more or less be ideal. Either I needed to curb my enthusiasm just the teeniest bit (a notion that seemed absurd to such a fun, sexy girl as myself). Or else he needed to ramp things up just a notch or two or three, which I also, quite honestly, didn't see as all that much of a likelihood. But I did have an idea, however, a way to keep things spicy between in the bedroom for the two of us- something that would keep things interesting for yours truly without imposing any real inconvenience or anything on his part.

  At present, he was lying in bed beside me, snoring slightly as I stared at his nearly naked body. His ripped physique and his heaving chest. His visage as he slumbered beside me getting me so worked up inside that I found myself scarcely able to contain myself from pouncing on him outright right then and there. Instead, though, I decided to ease him a tad more gently back into consciousness.

  Slipping my hand into the fabric of his boxer shorts, and letting my finger sink down around the shaft of his presently flaccid cock- a challenge, to be sure, but one I was more than up for facing.

  I began to stroke him in his sleep, and after some time of doing so to just a slight fraction of growth from his genitals, Jon stirred rather suddenly from sleep, looking momentarily confused as he gawked at the hand down his undies, but then looking over at me through his bleary eyes and smiling rather playfully. “Well, hello there...”

  “Make love to me...” I whispered, burning for him even at this hour of night.

  “Oh God...” he began to rub the sleep from his eyes, and to protest, rather feebly, might I add, “I'm pretty damn tired, you know... I was just sleeping, in case you hadn't noticed...”

  But by this point I could feel the flaccid little noodle of his penis beginning to grow engorged with blood flow. The limp shaft beginning to thicken, the heat of its growth feeling remarkably satisfying in the clutches of my grip. He sighed heavily, and I could almost detect it the moment his resolve was shattered. This happened rather routinely, actually... Well, not this specifically, but me seducing him into craving sex when he might otherwise have been uninterested in the prospect for the most part.

  My runway now clear, then, I promptly proceeded to whip the covers away from his crotch in order to clear myself up some space. Then I pulled his inflated cock out from beneath the fabric of his boxers, and continued to stroke his hot shaft more readily until it was nice and plump and ready to penetrate.

  Then, just to ensure that he was as ready for my pussy as he could possibly get when the imminent moment arrived. I worked up a generous quantity of saliva in my mouth, spitting it forth onto his prick and proceeding to rub it up and down all over his shaft. God's lubricant as I liked to think of it, getting him so slick and so wet that it caused me to begin growing more aroused than I might possibly have intended to be.

  I savored the squelching and grinding as my wrists began to grow tired pumping up and down all along the veiny course of his shaft, my body tensing up with desire for the male meat of my well-endowed boy toy, and my anatomy heating up so fully that I began to tremble from head to toe for him.

  It took some degree of effort to work my body out of my panties in bed like this. Scooping my knees up to my chest and managing, with some degree of stupid fumbling, to pull the lacy things down along my ass to my knees. Pushing them down my shins and at last peeling them o
ff down from around my ankles, and kicking them from the bed altogether.

  I then promptly climbed up on top of my bewildered boyfriend, pressing my lips to his own and suckling on his sweet lips as though deriving some necessary nourishment from his hot, wet gullet. We suckled and squelched and made out for some time like newlyweds. Down below I savored gladly the pressing of his long hot cock up against my body.

  Jizz beginning to seep readily from his tip, staining my waxed pubes and causing me to burn for him worse than ever. When at last I could take no more of such sweet, sweet torture I lifted my body up on top of his, straddling him, and lining my throbbing pussy up with the blade of his erection.

  I lowered myself slowly, slowly down onto him, falling on his blade, as it were, and whimpering as I felt that sharp shaft of his sweetly cleaving apart the meat of my body. In, in, in, I inhaled that sweet cock of his, loving as I always did the penetration of its immensity into the deepest reaches of my anatomy. Feeling him hit an innermost sweet spot as I at last touched down fully upon him, and moaning wildly with pleasure as my eyelids fluttered gently shut.

  I savored it for a moment, that unmatchable feeling of simply having a man inside me. His masculinity throbbing and my body settling into place on top of him. My nostrils flaring as I tried to steady my mind for the task at hand, my tits feeling heavily sensitized beneath the lacy cups of my bra, and my entire body feeling radiant with sexual energy.

  Awake as I could be despite it being the middle of the night, looking forward with almost dreadful anticipation to the real commencement of our intercourse, and savoring the tense, outstretched moments as they ticked by in preparation to begin bouncing up and down on top of him.

  And then- I began.

  Slowly, at first, not wanting to fully traumatize poor Jon with my excess libido first thing out of the gates. I began to rock on top of him, grinding my pelvis back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, savoring the stretching and distorting and reshaping of the lips of my wet pussy. Moaning readily as the sweet sensations of being stretched out like this coursed pleasantly throughout my anatomy.

  My spine tingling and my head seeming to float toward the ceiling as I rocked and ground and destroyed myself. Eventually needing to raise my hands up to my titties and squeeze readily in order to contain the sensations. My fingers nearly piercing my own flesh, and the look on Jonathan's face almost priceless as he gazed at me from beneath in sheer astonishment, quite overwhelmed.

  I could tell, by this sudden inundation of pussy at three o'clock in the fucking morning. A regular practitioner of Kegel exercises I decided to clench upon him just a little bit harder in order to torment him to a satisfying degree. Certain that he was blown away by the tightness of my cunt as I ground it back and forth on top of him, myself, meanwhile aroused at so deviling him, and feeling compelled to ramp up my efforts just the tiniest bit.

  From here, I really began to escalate. So turned on by this middle-of-the-night rendezvous that it was as though the floodgates had burst open, causing me to burn with a desire for escalation, and my need to indulge this desire entirely too much for me to withstand. Instead of just grinding, now, I began to lift my body up into the air, and then to let it come flying back down.

  Smashing into his anatomy like a damn elevator with its breaks snipped clean off. My ass pounding against his thighs and his cock plowing me so deep up my cunt that it nearly made me go fucking cross-eyed. Again and again and again I repeated this motion, lifting and dropping and plummeting, smashing into him at a devastating speed, our wet genitals smacking wildly together, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP!, as I bounced up and down on his fat hard cock like a pogo stick. Sweat rolling down along my body in torrents, and my anatomy so devastated that I could barely stand it as I melted into a fucking puddle all over his beautiful body.

  By this point, I was moaning so damn loudly that I'm surprised that the neighbors didn't call the police to phone in a noise complaint. Collapsing so hard on my boyfriend's cock that it seemed a marvel I didn't split the damn thing clean in half with every violent crashing down; and burning so thoroughly to my core that I should reasonably have dissolved into a pulp right there on the spot.

  My body so overwhelmed and so damn exhausted at this time of night that I should not reasonably have been capable of carrying out so violent a sex act as this to any degree whatsoever. But I carried on regardless of my exhaustion, bolstered by adrenaline as well as the sheer delight of being so agonizingly and thoroughly pummeled. My body on the verge of exploding, and my eyes practically rolling back up into my head as my sweet, sweet agony was brought to a glorious head.

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  And with a final, brutal smash back onto that throbbing cock of his I collapsed my entire weight down onto him. Clenching my tits greedily for support and tilting my head back moaning. My spine arched, and the sensations mounting to an unbearable extent inside my body. I could feel Jonathan throbbing, throbbing, throbbing inside of me.

  Then ejaculating out torrent upon torrent of his hot sticky cum up into my overwhelmed anatomy. Filling me up with his warm sticky sperm, coating my innermost reaches so thoroughly that the stuff began to spill back out of me in streams. Setting me over the edge with orgasm, and causing me to scream so wildly that I nearly pierced my own damn eardrums.

  Climax shot through my body like a drug. Wave after wave of the stuff absolutely rocking me to my core. Making me shake and rattle so violently with pleasure that I could hardly stand it. By the time it had exhausted itself I was so damn weary that I collapsed beside my boyfriend's sweaty body almost immediately.

  For some time the two of us lay there in exhausted, perspiring silence, taking in that strange sensation of the afterglow and me, for my part, feeling so damn nervous that I could hardly stand it. The words I wanted to say to him seemed absolutely caught on the roof of my mouth, unable to pass into the open, until at last I decided to simply bite the bullet, and I said, without fully meaning to quite so abruptly: “I want to act out a cuckold fantasy with you and another man...”

  You can bet your sweet ass that caught his attention pretty damn quickly...

  Suffice it to say, my suggestion was not one that went over all that easily with Jonathan. I mean hell, I hadn't really expected the notion of sleeping with another man and having him watch me to be an easy one for him to swallow. Plus I'd gone in completely prepared for him to reject the notion, and for me to have to bite back tooth and nail in hope of making any slight degree of headway with him whatsoever.

  And although I did not blame him one damn bit for resisting my

  suggestion, for me personally it seemed like the perfect solution. I absolutely wanted to stay in my relationship with Jonathan, but I regretted the fact that he didn't enjoy bumping uglies quite as frequently or as vigorously as I did. I mean, for fuck's sake, I got tired of having to climb on top of him in the middle of the night just to get any cock in this relationship, and though I might have enjoyed the cowgirl position just perfectly fine, I sometimes wished that he would be the one to act as the dominant partner in our lovemaking, to climb on top of me and to absolutely brutalize me to within a hair's breadth of my fucking life, living me moaning and shrieking and shaking from head to toe as he plowed me relentlessly with that long hot cock of his... Yet, if he was unable to fulfill me in this service, I saw no reason that either of us should have to suffer for it- I didn't have to go on unfulfilled, and he didn't have to feel obligated to please me when his interest in sex was somewhat displaced, to say the least.

  And again, I think the notion of the cuckolding fantasy came almost entirely from rubbing myself to porn. If I had genuinely wanted this to work for nothing more than the purposes I've laid out, then there would have been no need to request that he watched while I and whomever I found to come bang with me did the nasty, but quite frankly the prospect of having him monitor our fornication turned me on like you wouldn't fucking believe. It made things just a notch or two spicier, I th
ought, and made specifying a cuckold fantasy over an open relationship in which we simply slept with other people a far more attractive option.

  Although I'm a little bit ashamed of the fact, I think he felt just the slightest bit pressured into giving into my request. Like, I don't think he was all that nuts about the idea, really, but it was more like he felt inadequate upon my making of the request, like he felt bad about not having the genital means or capabilities of pleasing me, and therefore felt he had no right to withhold that which I so clearly desired when it came to fulfilling my sexual desires.

  It took some degree of talking things through for him to agree with my point of view, not to mention me reinforcing the notion that this was nothing about him, it was just me missing the feeling of having my body explored by someone new despite my immense love for him. And at last, during what were about the dimmest hours of morning, he decided to let me have my wish, clearly uncomfortable with the notion, and even more so when I admitted, somewhat sheepishly, that I'd already gotten into contact online with the guy about the prospect of cuckolding him, not committing to anything until I'd gotten his go-ahead, but getting things all lined up ahead of time just to be safe, so that I could jump straight into this strongly desired fuckbed almost the instant I had the go-ahead.