Single Dad

by River Laurent

  Holy crap, is that thing real?

  “Dakota,” he whispers, looking up at me with a faint smile. “You’ve made these two years the happiest of my life. You’re the missing piece I didn’t know I was missing. With you, my life is finally complete. I have a real reason to get up every day, because it’s our life I’m working to build. Along with you. We’re a team, the best team I could’ve asked for. You’re everything in the world, my reason for being. And I love you with all my heart.”

  I cannot breathe, I just can’t.

  He looks down at the ring, then back up at me. “I swear to you on this ring that you’ll always have every bit of me for the rest of our lives. I’ll strive every day to be the man you deserve, because you deserve my best and nothing less. You will always have my devotion, support, respect, and adoration. Will you marry me?”

  I can’t even see anymore, my eyes are so full of tears. I’m crying so hard, I can barely move. But I can nod. I can whisper, “Yes.” Once the ring is on my finger, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold onto him because my legs are too weak to support me.

  As always, he holds me up. Whenever I don’t think I have it in me to stand anymore, when I’m tired, frustrated, hopeless, he’s the one who holds me up until I feel strong again. And he just promised to do that for the rest of his life. This wonderful, wonderful man wants me to marry him. I still can’t believe I’m the one he chose, or that he chooses me everyday. The way I chose him.

  “I love you,” I whisper in his ear.

  “And I love you,” he whispers back.

  It’s only then that the sound of even more applause filters into my consciousness. We’re surrounded by cheering passengers who slowly but surely became clued into what was happening. I hear our names called out too, which reminds me there are still people who remember us from the show.

  “I guess we should be used to this by now,” he whispers in my ear.

  “We did sort of get our start in front of the entire country,” I whisper back, holding him tighter than ever. We stay that way for a long time, wrapped up in each other, as the new year starts and we sail into it together.

  Later that night…

  Trent

  She comes into the room wearing the little black babydoll nightie that always gets me hard instantly and holding a silk scarf. I lie in bed naked watching while my dick gets harder and harder. She stops at the bottom of the bed. Her hair is freshly washed and shiny.

  “So where’s my surprise?”

  “You have to wear a blindfold first,” she says.

  I grin. “Okay.”

  “No taking it off until I tell you to,” she says sternly.

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She gets on the bed and knee-walks towards me.

  Fuck, her surprise—I just want to grab her and devour her pretty pussy.

  As if she can read my mind she says, “You’ll regret it, because I can tell you now that you are going to love your surprise.”

  I let her blindfold me and fuss around checking that I can’t see from under the silk.

  “Right,” she adds. “Remember. You can’t take it off no matter what. Until I tell you to.”

  “Got it.”

  “I’m going to go out of the room and when I come back, you’ll get your surprise, okay?”

  “I’ll be here waiting.” I hear her go out and head out in the direction of the kitchen. What the hell kind of surprise has she cooked up? Intrigued, I listen until I hear her footsteps come back. I say nothing while she gets on the bed. I feel her straddle my thighs. Instantly, I’m hard again.

  “My, my, you’re eager,” she teases.

  “I’m always eager for you, sweetheart. Are you going to use that sweet little tongue of yours?”

  “Maybe.” She takes my cock in hand and gives it a few strokes.

  Then I feel her warm tongue on the tip of my dick. She’s licking my pre-cum. I groan.

  I hate the blindfold, because I want to watch her. I never tire of her little cat-like licks. Her tongue moves to lick the underside of my cock and the thick vein underneath pulses. I feel thick cum dribble out of me. Suddenly, something weird happens. Whoa? Whoa! What the fuck is that? Her warm mouth is still sucking my cockhead, but something else incredibly juicy is happening too. It is wet, and wild, and fucking weird, but in a good way. In a very good way.

  “How are you doing that?” I ask.

  “Take your blindfold off,” she instructs.

  I don’t need a second bidding. The blindfold is off and Goddamn, I’m staring at my woman using a grapefruit that she has hollowed out to simultaneous jack me off with while she greedily sucks my cockhead.

  For a moment, I’m too surprised by the sight. I might give into the strangely fleshy pleasure or I’ll laugh. I decide to give in to the fleshy-pleasure, because hell, nobody gives head like Dakota, I could lose my soul right out of my dick.

  She moans around my tip as I come deep in her throat. I watch her swallow everything. She lifts her mouth from my cock and pulls the grapefruit from my dick. We have made an enormous mess. I pull her hand and she falls on top of me. I touch her cheek and she smiles at me. Her face is so innocent it makes my heart ache. I have never felt so utterly protective over any other woman before.

  She looks at me from under her lashes. “And that was the grapefruit blowjob. Was it a good surprise?”

  “Spectacular. Just spectacular.”

  The End

  Interested in trying out the grapefruit technique? Follow the link for instructions. Beware the ‘Darth Vader sucking up the universe’ sounds though.

  Have fun! ;-)

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  SWEET REVENGE

  Great! My boyfriend of two years dumps me for another woman on the eve of New Year’s Eve because she weighs less than me. Thanks, James. Really. Thanks.

  But, I’m not sitting at home crying for your sorry ass.

  I’m going to re-build the confidence you systematically destroyed.

  And then I go and meet Ace!

  Whoa! And it is sweet revenge all the way.

  Sweet Revenge

  Copyright © 2017 by River Laurent

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  All characters in this publication are fictitious, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-911608-13-4

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  Chapter 1

  Dawn

  Wait. What? Are you…dumping me?” I gasp in disbelief, as I lean back against the cupboard to steady myself.

  “I guess so,” he mutters, his shifty eyes sliding away.

  “I guess so? What the hell does that mean? Are you, or aren’t you?” I demand incredulously.

  His sullen face swings back to me. His fists are clenched by his sides as though he’s forcing himself to sit there and not bolt out of the front door. “All right, yes. Yes, I am.”

  “That’s it? It’s over between us,” I say in wonder, just in case there is any doubt. It’s always good to be completely clear about these things. When someone says all right yes. It’s kind of a grudging agreement. It could mean no too.

  He rolls his eyes. I hate when he does that. It makes him look like a dork. “That would be a safe assumption to make,” he says, with a little snigger. He’s loving this. This position of power. He told me that he’s never been the one doing the dumping before. Every woman he’s been with was smart enough to leave him first.

  I shake my head
as my brain tries to make sense of the thoughts flying through my head.

  James and I have been together for two years. In fact, only two months ago he told me he was so grateful he had found me. We were perfectly matched and there would never be anyone else for him. However, our anniversary last week was kind of a mess. I somehow, convinced myself he was going to propose. Well, what would you think if you saw a bridal magazine stuffed under his pillow in his apartment?

  When he didn’t pop the question, and came up with the lame suggestion we get chicken take-out and just hang out at my apartment for the evening, I was pretty gutted. But I’m not one to give up at the drop of a hat and I decided to somehow salvage the night. I slipped into some expensive lingerie and swayed towards the bed in what he used to call my sexy walk, but he turned out the lights and fucked me for five minutes. It could have been longer, but it felt like less.

  Not exactly the romantic night of my dreams. I had half a mind to flip on my vibrator and masturbate right there in front of him, but he started snoring next to me. Since I wasn’t turned on anyway, there seemed to be no real point.

  I stare at him now. “But it’s New Year’s Eve tomorrow.”

  He has the grace to look shamefaced.

  “Why?” I whisper.

  “Does it matter?” he snaps, flying upright and crossing his arms. Like a child who has been naughty and doesn’t want to be told off. I’m so used to dealing with his tantrums and moods that I automatically reach out to comfort him, to make it all better even though he’s a grown-ass man, and I’m the injured party here.

  He evades my touch as if it is a branch of poison ivy and moves out of reach. My hand falls back heavily against my thigh. The slapping sound reverberates inside my skull. Wow! He can’t even bear my touch. Okkkkkay. I take a deep breath and measure out my words slowly, clearly. “Yes, it does matter. I’d really like to know.”

  He snorts. “What difference does it make?”

  I swallow the pure rage stuck in my throat. This asshole thinks he can walk in here and break up with me after he’s wasted two whole years of my time, and not even give me a reason. I don’t know what gave him that impression because I’m absolutely determined to find out why. Heck, I’ll sit on his spineless back and squeeze it out of him if I have to. I straighten away from the cupboard. “Since it makes no difference to you, and as you don’t have anything to lose,” I point out through gritted teeth, “perhaps you will be kind enough to tell me what the fuck is going on here.”

  He turns back to me slowly, looking me dead in the eye, a nasty expression in his eyes.

  Suddenly, I know what this is about. When he arrived early this evening, I think I already knew what was coming my way. Especially, when he sat on the edge of the couch without taking his shoes or coat off. He had no intention of hanging around too long. He wanted to get in and out. Some confident part of me wishes that I could back out of hearing him say it. I would love to airily walk him to the front door, while telling him to keep his pathetic reasons and fuck off out of my life, I’m just not interested to know.

  But I can’t do that.

  I’m someone who needs to know. I need closure. If I don’t get it out of him now I’ll be calling him in a month or six months and asking him why then. So I’ll be damned if I don’t get him to spit it now. I square my shoulders. I’m a big girl. I can take it. Besides, I refuse to give him the satisfaction of thinking he crushed me like a bug under his shoe. After two years that’s not how I’m going to let this end. Me splattered under his clumsy big left foot. Actually, for a man with such big feet he has a very small dick.

  “You really want to know?” There’s that ugly look again.

  I nod.

  He tosses his hands in the air in exasperation. “Just remember you wanted to go down this road.”

  “Just, spit it out, James,” I growl.

  “I met someone else, all right.”

  Chapter 2

  Dawn

  I was expecting it, but my stomach still drops. I look down at the ground in front of me. Yeah, I knew in my gut he’d been pulling away from me. I even briefly wondered if it had something to do with the new girl at his work he kept talking about. The girl with the lap-dancer name, but of course, I convinced myself that he was not that type of guy. He was faithful. He was in love with me.

  “The slut at work?”

  He flushes a deep red. “There is no need to get judgmental.”

  “Is it?” I demand, my anger boiling over.

  “As a matter of fact, yes. Her name is Candy and she’s not a slut. She’s a great gal. She has a really lovely personality. She’s always helping everyone.”

  My eyes widen. What is this fool doing now? He’ll be telling me she’s great in bed next.

  “The first time we had sex,” he confesses enthusiastically. “She went down on me an…fuck, Dawn, she blew my mind. It was so much hotter than anything we ever had together.”

  I feel as though I am going to throw up. I press my lips together determined not to show myself up. Anyway, vomit is murder to get out of cream carpets. He notices the horror in my face and resolves to rub it in, for reasons that I can’t quite figure out.

  “I guess it’s because she’s hotter than you,” he continues, getting into it now, apparently reveling in the power he has over me, the power to devastate me. “She’s at least fifty pounds lighter than you…”

  I can’t help wincing as those words come out of his mouth. I can’t believe he would say that to me. He knows how self-conscious I am about the way I look, and yet he can’t resist twisting the knife deep into the most painful of my insecurities. This is starting to feel like revenge. He doesn’t love me He hates me. An image of this woman pops into my head. She’s slim and tiny and cute, and next to her I am a great heaving mound of flesh. And he wants to have sex with her…with the lights on. For more than five minutes.

  I wonder how long he’s been sitting on all of this, how many times he’d wanted nothing more than to tear me apart this way. I should just kick him out. And yet, I don’t. Not yet, anyway.

  “What about our tickets for tomorrow night?” They cost an arm and a leg.

  “Uh, I thought since you probably won’t want to go on your own anyway, I’ll just take Candy.”

  I shake my head in wonder. What a bag of shit he turned out to be. I paid for half of those tickets. My brain shifts gear. I never knew him. Now I need to know if I should get tested for anything. “How long has your affair been going on?”

  “A month or so,” he replies, and looks at me so brazenly, I wonder if he is even a little bit ashamed. Knowing he cares so little, that he’s so happy to rub all this in my face, sends a flare of fury through my system. I’m not going to let him walk all over me like this. To be honest this man has been nothing but a burden for the last two years. I’ve done everything I could for him. I put his interest before mine, and now he’s standing in front of me telling me he’s betrayed me, and instead of being apologetic, he actually sounds victorious and proud of himself.

  I know for damn sure that if he was cheating on me he wouldn’t have used protection if he could avoid it. That’s just the kind of guy he is. I guess I had always seen it, but now that it’s laid out in front of me, so inescapably and utterly ugly, I have no choice but to accept that and try to protect myself as best I can.

  “Did you use protection?”

  He swallows hard. “No, but she’s clean-“

  “You’re such a fucking piece of shit,” I shout, rounding on him. Any sadness and hurt in my heart is replaced with burning fury. “Clean? How clean can she be if she didn’t use a condom with you?”

  “You’re just jealous,” he says smugly, and I think I see the hint of a smile on his face and it makes me so angry I actually want to scratch his lying eyes out.

  “What is there to be jealous about?” I fire back, my voice lifting in volume. I don’t want this to become a yelling match, but if he’s going to keep being such a prick…


  He frowns, as though caught off guard, and I decide to go in for the kill just the same way he did for me when he told me how much slimmer this new girlfriend of his happens to be.

  “You’re a cheater,” I begin, lifting my fingers and ticking off all his flaws one by one. “You’re so cheap you used to make me cringe. You’re rude to waiters. You snore worse than a pig. This new girl is welcome to you. Though maybe I should call her up first and let her know what she’s getting herself into? Oh, and I nearly forgot. You’re garbage in bed.” There’s a twist of triumph to my voice as I finish up all the ways that he’s failed me over the last two years, all the ways he’s been a shitty boyfriend to me.

  His jaw drops.

  I know I’ve hit a nerve, and it feels good for a moment, but I’m not a cruel person at heart and any kind of joy I might have gotten from seeing him so upset soon becomes a sour taste in my mouth and I find myself staring at him with more sadness than anything else. I should tear the shit out of him, and God knows that he deserves it, but for whatever reason it’s just not fun right now.

  I’m too hurt by his betrayal to really find any kind of consolation in the way he looks right now. I wish I could be a little more callous and cold and really go at him, chip away at his ego the way he’s done with mine for more than a year now, but I can’t. I’m just exhausted, and what I want more than anything in the world is for him to get the hell out of my apartment so I never have to see him again.

  “If I was garbage in bed it was because I had a lump of whale meat in bed with me. Who can get turned on by that?” he yells.