“Come on, baby. Tell me,” he encouraged me, kissing my hand.
I shook my head. “It’s just... I’m so sad I’ll be doing this to my mother. She’s only starting to go out again and here I am, hurting her.”
“You’re not hurting me, baby.”
I jumped up when I heard my mum’s voice. She was standing in the door, next to George. I was so ashamed, I started crying.
“It’s alright, Eva. Really.”
“Mum...”
She came and hugged me, her perfume enveloping me like a protective shield.
“We wouldn’t have worked out anyway,” George said. “We didn’t quite click.”
“What?”
“Oh, no, don’t worry. Your mother is a very nice person,” he said, raising his hands defensively.
“Isn’t that what they usually say?” Mum joked.
They exchanged glances, grinning like they had made a secret understanding.
“So, we’re good?” David broke the silence.
“Yes, we are,” Mum replied, squeezing my shoulders.
“You’re going to be fine?” I asked her quietly.
“Yes, baby. Don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl. Are you alright?”
“Yes, Mum. I am now.”
I looked at David, overflowing with happiness. He smiled back and everything really seemed alright.
“And, if it bothers you, your mum and I never slept together,” George added, grinning.
“Dad! Too much information!”
My mum started laughing, followed by George’s low chuckle. Even I couldn’t help but smile.
“Needless to say, we’re moving in together,” David stated and grabbed my hand.
THE END
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Bad Boy Romance
Only You
Cristal Pierre
Chapter 1
“Ooooh yeeessss, mmmmmm”
“Hhahahahahhaa oooooooooo, yes, right there, right there, right there baby”
“You like that huh you sexy bitch?”
“mmmmmhahahahahhmmmm. Lick my clit, you asshole, lick it harder”
Janine Williams threw a pillow at the wall over her in frustration.
She looked at the wall clock. 3 AM.
“How the fuck were they still going at it?
Who has such stamina? How is the guy not dead yet?” Janine wondered, frustrated, but too tired and sleepy to get up and fight with Stacey next door.
This had been going on for quite some time now.
Every night her neighbors would decide to have mad, passionate sex, that would go on till wee hours of the night. They loved getting everyone on the floor involved in their animalistic, loud lovemaking
It had been going on for a month now and Janine had just not been able to sleep at nights anymore.
Janine Williams had just moved to L.A. two months ago with stars in her eyes. No, she was not here to be an actor or an entertainer. She wanted to be a publicist. She was an Oklahoma girl with big dreams. She had always wanted to get into Public Relations. She was majorly interested in managing celebrity careers and was fascinated by the idea of choosing to live in Los Angeles for that.
L.A. was where the celebrity scene was. The country’s top celebrity image management companies were here and she had desperately wanted to get into PWR.
PWR’S illustrious client list included the likes of Renee Zellweger, Jasonny Galecki, Blake Lively, Viggo Mortensen to name a few. PWR was known for their strict adherence to professionalism and brilliant networking skills. They only took the best interns under their kitty and polished them like diamonds. Basically, their expectations from their workforce was very high.
Janine had been top of her class while studying MBA in Public Relations at Columbia University. She had worked really hard to get to the top and all her ideas had been applauded at school events, competitions and exams.
It had been a long and tortuous road but she had not regretted anything. Except, of course, her parents had stopped talking to her years ago.
Janine was a from a very conservative Oklahoma family full of accountants and financial advisers. It was safe, comfortable and boring. She hated safe. She was grateful for a very comfortable childhood, but she had not wanted to choose a life working in finance.
She had always been creative and innovative when it came to managing tempers, promoting a friend’s work, intelligently manipulating parental pressure for her career.. the list was endless. However, she had not been able to convince her parents to accept her decision to move out of the career path the family had sort of, made a bastion. They had also wanted her to get married as soon as possible to a family friend’s son.
Janine had always at some point sought the approval from her parents, specially her dad. Being the youngest of the three children, Janine had been the favorite, the apple of her dad’s eyes. Growing up, her mother had been very critical of her appearance as well as her independence and so Janine had alway sought the warm and affectionate wings of her father’s love to hide under.
When she got accepted at the grad school in Columbia, her dad was very hurt. He had always thought she’d join the family legacy along with the husband he chose for her.
Janine had agreed to consider Jamie O’ Donnell as a future prospect just to please her father. Jamie had turned out to be a complete dick head. He was insecure, violent and very abusive. There were times during the courtship where Jamie’s casual sexism made Janine’s skin crawl. They had huge fights over this ending in verbal abuse from his part.
Janine spoke to her dad about this and was very hurt when he too subscribed to the notions.
It was a very tough time for Janine. If she hadn’t got a full scholarship at Columbia, it would have been next to impossible for her to move out of the family career bastion. Numbers were good friends but they bored her at a very basic level.
The move to L.A. too was very emotional because, again, parental expectations. They wanted her to move into working with politicians and help promote them in the upcoming elections. Janine had decided,especially after the whole Jamie fiasco to just let go and do things she had really wanted to do.
When she got through PWR, she just packed her bags and left. She had been ready to take on the world.
“ How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on work when I am up all night listening to those animals wildly fucking away in the other side of the floor?” she had cried at work out of sheer exhaustion.
“Go talk to them them. Complain if you must” had been the general suggestion.
The thing was that living independently in L.A. was tough and finding a good place was not something her basic, fresher’s salary could afford. She was living in a decent, clean but not so posh area.
Stacey, the woman who lived next door was 41 years old and it appeared to Janine that she was having the time of her life with the young man she had met a month back.
“What was his name again? Jason. Jason something”
Janine had tried to politely convey it to the couple that they were being loud and she was trying to sleep but Stacey had just given her a cold stare and had brushed it off,calling her a prude. The man had not said anything, but he had roved his eyes all over her body.
Janine got up as Stacey began to cum. She got out of the house and banged Stacey’s door in frustration.
“Shut up you fucking bitch! People are try to sleep here!” “I’m calling the police if you don’
t shut up!”
*****
Stacey
Stacey Mcarthy was having the time of her life. Life had never been better. She was 41 years old, she was hot and she was single. Oh did I forget to mention that she had a hunk of a toyboy whose tongue had been pleasuring her pussy right now?
Stacey grinded her pussy on Jason’s mouth as his talented tongue dove inside her. She loved how he ate her out, giving her the multiple oragsms she so enjoyed. He took her round, delicious and firm ass and rubbed them between his large, strong hands as he continued to tongue fuck her.
MMMMMMMMAHAHAHHA! She loved it when he nibbled at her clit suddenly between the tongue lashing erotically inside her vagina.
Stacey had married young. She was only 21 years old and fresh out of college when she married her childhood sweetheart, Matthew Phillips. They were young and in love and they had thrown caution to the winds when they decided to get married.
things had been good for sometime. The sex however, was getting worse day by day. Matthew had just not been able to keep up with Stacey’s voracious appetite for sex. Matthew was a software engineer and somehow sex with him felt very rehearsed and clinical. There was no element of surprise or connection. Stacey often wondered what had it been about him at that time that made her say yes to him. It was not only about the sex. Matt had slowly, over the years,changed into a man she hadn’t been able to understand. When they had moved to San Francisco he had been tolerable but after a few months things had gotten so boring that there was a point where both of them had begun to avoid each other completely. Stacey was an Art historian and a painter. She had completely immersed herself in that with a vengeance. She was of an opinion that painting aroused her more than her husband and it allowed her to experiment and vent out her frustration onto the canvas. She was as fond of experimenting with colors on to the canvas as she much as she was apprehensive, yes, scared to experiment with Matt. He just did not give a damn anymore. They would try to have long heart to heart talks about how they had been feeling and would feel energized to do something exciting in bed or spice up the romance in their lives, but after a week, things would go back to how they had always been. Boring. Counseling sessions, couple’s therapy, nothing had worked. It was not as if he had a medical problem, they had been to sexologists too and Stacey had found him jerk off to magazines and porn websites.
After 15 stifling years in the marriage, Stacey filed for a divorce. It was only then that Matt had confessed that he felt intimidated by her sexual appetite. He had not been able to keep up with her and it had driven him to a severe form of depression. Stacey had been shocked. She had also gotten furious.
She could not stand the fact that he was trying to make her feel guilty about things that a normal human being felt.
Stacey moved out of San Francisco with a good alimony and had set up base in Los Angeles. as an artist and as an art historian, decorator, curator, she was having the time of her life here. Movie stars and the glamorous city were a heady cocktail she had been waiting to taste.
She also began exploring sex here.
From fetishes and kinks to crazy, exhibitionist nights, seasonal flings and male escorts, Stacey had had them all.
She had been a able to buy a small apartment in the less posh areas in L.A. She now cared a damn about her lifestyle or the society. She loved her freedom and she was enjoying it to the core.
Her first sexual experience was with a gardener at the hotel she was staying at when she had just arrived in L.A. He had been about 19 years of age. He was a well built young man, around 189 centimeters and probably still growing. His wide shoulders made everything he did, seem effortless and had attracted her immensely
He had been wearing work pants but nothing could have hid the gift of a penis that occupied plenty of space in the pants. He would never be able to conceal its shape from anyone who cared to look at his private anatomy, even through his clothes. For a male of his age, that would add to his confidence she had thought.
Stacey was a beautiful, curvy woman. She went outside on the pretence to get some sun and had befriended him, or rather seduced him. They had gone behind the bushes to soothe her raging vagina.
She had moved his hand to the top of her leg with his fingers touching her trimmed pubic hair. She had held his hand in place she loosened his belt, released the top button and slid his zipper down. She had been nervous but as she reached in and lightly grasped his thickened swollen nine-inch cock she lost it all her insecurities. The man was magnificent! She remembered how she had stifled a gasp as she became acquainted with its unlikely proportion. She then had stood and had straddled him, bending down to kiss him very lightly on his mouth. Stacey had not been able to stop herself when her lips had met his thick lips.
Lowering herself gradually without breaking the kiss and with one hand she had held the base of his throbbing cock. She had probed around with the end of his out of proportion battering ram to try and locate the wet opening of her, raging, slavering vagina. She remembered how she had braced herself for the unlikely raid on her pussy.
As he entered her, she let out a long moan. It had felt so good. It had been painful because she had been out of practice for a long time. But oh god! how awesome she had felt at that time. She had swivelled her hips in small circles, using backward pressure and her weight to work his turgid cock into her core. She had begun to gasp for breath as the straining effort eventually dilated her tortured vagina enough to accommodate him. His cock had been on the verge of losing it as he had entered her. He hadn’t expected her to be this tight. He had redoubled his efforts at holding it in as he drove slowly into her, trying to not cause her too much pain. She had loved his sensitive side and that had made her more horny. She had let him drive into her and had shouted on top of her voice during the act in throes of ecstasy.
It had been a wild, wild day. She had then offered him the choice to come back to her room and stay with her a couple of days. He had stayed on for a year with her after that. She loved young, hot passion and his energy had been boundless. Life had only changed for the better for Stacey.
She had met Jason a month back at a bar when he had asked her if she could buy him a drink. She had been making eyes at him the whole night and he felt like that was the signal for him to get all brazen. She had loved the cheeky side of this young, 30 something fucker.
As Jason drove into her with his hard 9 inches, Stacey moaned louder, happy and in love with her life.
“Shut the fuck up! People are trying to sleep here”
There had been a loud knock at the door and the prude next door had been complaining again.
What the fuck is her problem? Why can’t she finger herself? Looks like I will have to teach her a few things. But I will do that tomorrow.” Stacey thought to herself but when she looked at Jason’s face, she knew he was affected by it. She had quietened down but it was killing her mojo…
*****
Jason
Jason loved feisty women. He loved all women per say and he loved pleasuring them. He had always been clear about what he had wanted to do in life. Give pleasure and watch the woman writhe in ecstasy under him or above him.
Golden hair and sharp black eyes had always made him look like a bad boy. well, he was a bad boy. He had always been. Growing up, his devil may care attitude had made him very popular with all the girls at school. Of course, he had gotten bored with most of them within a week. He did not like commitment. He hated it infact. He liked the simple, uncomplicated life of flings. He wanted to be with women, give them pleasure, get pleasure and move on after a while. That had been his life with regards to women. It had been an amazing experience, this life of sex and flings. It helped him cope with the other aspects in his life very well.
Jason was a male escort. His skills with the tongue had been the talk of the town ever since he had moved to L.A. He had come to the city to become an actor but had not been able to really get through, even though he had been sleeping around with a lot
of women on the sets. The problem was that there were never enough women for him to seduce his way into mainstream. He wasn’t interested in men. It had been 3 years since he had moved from Virginia to LA. He had, at first, very sincerely applied to all the top modeling agencies, gotten in touch with agents to help him get movie offers but in vain. Some told him to sleep his way up, others couldn’t work with the kind of money he was offering.
Then an agent had suggested that he moonlight as a male escort and begin earning money to save up for a really good shoot. Jason balked at the idea first but then began working as a male dancer at bachelorettes. He found that women were really appreciating his body and were offering a lot of money to see him do things to the bride or themselves. His 6 ft 3 inches, fit and chiselled body and those golden locks, his enormous buddy down there had driven his female fans crazy. He had danced erotically for them, rubbed his dick on their faces, slapped their boons with his hard cock and had dry humped them. Jasonny Bravo had been his nickname. The girls adored him and the women had been lusting after him.
Many times he had thought that he could just go ahead with the yummy, rich mommies that were dying to have a go at his thick, fat monster. He had been hesitant. Then she met Cara. She was a 50 years old cougar with a body that could put any Hollywood siren to shame. She was a rich widow and was known to have a lot of toyboys satiating her. He had spent 6 months with Cara. She had been a dynamite in bed. Her offer was crisp and precise.” 50 grand for 6 months with me. You will travel to all the places I go to and escort me at all events. I expect full compliance. You are not sleep with anyone else.”
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