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| HellAngel81 | Oct 1 2010, 01:33 PM Post #136 |
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Can I get a update??Please?? Have a nice weekend!!
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| kirks_wife | Oct 2 2010, 10:56 AM Post #137 |
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Francesca sat on the end of Castor’s bed: her son had curled defensively into a tight ball, his face covered by his bent knees in shame. She was attempting to soothe the truth from him, but he was refusing. ‘Castor tell me what’s wrong’ she asked again hopefully in a gentler tone. He shook his head. ‘It’s nothing!’ he spat temperamentally. Fran waited patiently hoping he would offer a reason for his upset. James appeared and stood quietly at the door, his hands in his pockets. Castor raised his face, his eyes were red and bloodshot and his face stained with tears. ‘I want to talk to Dad’ he said to his mother. Fran shuffled down the bed and James joined them, his face in concern. ‘What’s up?’ he asked Castor carefully. His unopened school-bag was dumped on the floor. ‘I fucking hate school’ he moaned. James hadn’t noticed, but Fran corrected his language. ‘I like it best when you pick me up from school’ he said to his father. ‘I’m sorry Castor, I had rehearsal today. But you know I’ll always take you to school in the mornings’ he reassured his son. ‘There’s this kid who spits on me and throws things at me while I’m waiting for mom after school’ he said quietly, ‘But he always stops when they see you coming!’ he brightened. Fran leant over James to speak to her son. ‘Why don’t you tell me who they are?’ she offered. ‘MOM! No!’ Castor moaned. He was clearly frustrated with his mother. James continued his passive approach. ‘There’s this girl Lily Andrews’ Castor began...’Jackson likes her too—he’s the boy who throws things at me, and he’s really cool...’ James hadn’t heard these names before but understood the problem. He turned to Fran and she understood that James wanted talk to Castor alone. She thanked James for his help with a short kiss and left the two of them alone. Castor sat awkwardly on the bed with his legs crossed. ‘So tell me about this girl, Lily’ James offered. ‘Lillian’ Castor corrected his father. ‘She’s beautiful’ he smiled, and James noticed his son’s tears were gone. ‘She’s tall, and she has pretty golden hair, and blue eyes’ he said. Castor’s face turned dreamlike. James smiled, he understood. ‘Dad, can she come over one day after school? None of the kids at school like me, but I’m cool at home when you’re here’ he admitted. ‘I told her we went to Moscow last summer and she wants to see the photos’ he said. ‘Okay, that’d be cool’ James approved, nodding his head. He knew his son’s frustration at not getting any private time with people he cared about. ‘I don’t have many friends who believe me when I tell them we go on tour with you’ Castor sobbed once more. ‘When they see you, they believe me. So please pick me up from school?’ Castor begged his father. James pulled him into a tight hug. He understood his son’s pressure. ‘Okay, you can have your friend over’ James smiled. ‘Thanks Dad’ Castor breathed out and seemed to relax. ‘So, you really like this girl huh?’ James asked with a smirk. ‘Dad!’ Castor moaned in embarrassment. ‘Have you kissed her?’ James asked deliberately to wind up his son. Castor’s red face suggested he had. ‘Ooooooh!’ James laughed. ‘Please don’t tell Mom’ Castor begged his father. ‘Okay, it’s our secret’ James promised. |
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| AlroightDen | Oct 2 2010, 11:08 AM Post #138 |
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That was so cute!!!
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| HellAngel81 | Oct 2 2010, 11:08 AM Post #139 |
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Aww..poor Castor!!But it´s so cool that he want to talk to HIS Dad!! That´s so cute!! I had to laugh at this: ‘But he always stops when they see you coming!’ he brightened. Hahaahaa...they are intimidated by Mr. Hetfield! ‘So, you really like this girl huh?’ James asked with a smirk. ‘Dad!’ Castor moaned in embarrassment Castor likes that girl...too cute!! Great chapter!
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| kirks_wife | Oct 2 2010, 02:41 PM Post #140 |
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It was 11pm and Castor’s music was still audible from their bedroom. James was in bed waiting for his wife, he watched her rub moisturiser into her skin as she spoke. ‘Thanks for being there for him today, James. Fran said honestly. There were some problems while you were away, he came home with a black eye one day. He wouldn’t tell me how it happened, but Cali told me eventually’ Fran said. ‘Really?’ James was concerned, this was the first he’d heard of it. ‘He really needs you to be more of a father, James’ Fran explained. ‘He needs more guidance than he’s getting.’ James’ mind struggled to listen as he watched his wife strip to her underwear. She smiled as his eyes took in her body; the white satin smoothing her curves. James tugged the sheets back, wordlessly inviting her to bed with him. She agreed and kissed him as she knelt over him. His hands moved down her back smoothing her low arch. His hands smoothed the satin across her butt. ‘Can I take these off, darling?’ he asked hopefully. His breath was already shaking in excitement. She smiled and he lowered them slowly down her thighs. She allowed her husband to turn her on her back and his strong body dominated her. For the first time in nearly a year, James had the approval of his wife. He enjoyed the moment, kissing her thankfully and he warmed her body. In his mind he was remembering everything Hannah had taught him, to go slow and be attentive. He began his efforts by taking time kissing down her body. He paused at her chest to circle her nipples with his tongue, and again to taste the smooth pool of her stomach. She moaned happily, guiding his head in her hands. His mouth paused nervously below her stomach. He’d had no hesitation with Hannah, but he was afraid of his wife’s rejection. He hoped he knew what she wanted. He remembered Hannah’s advice. Just ask her what she wants. He returned to face her with a smile. ‘Darling? Did you like that?’ he asked carefully. Her happy smile answered his question. ‘Please don’t stop there James!’ she begged, encouraging him to continue. Taking his wife’s enjoyment to heart, he took the courage to slide down her body once more, and open her deliciously with his tongue; her wet folds parting in his mouth. She moaned openly with a small cry and it gave him the encouragement to continue. His tongue lapped deeper and her body rocked to his warm search. Her hands reached for his head, guiding him joyfully. ‘James!’ she moaned at his mouth, her legs shaking in surprise. He returned to her mouth to kiss her hotly. Her hand reached for him knowing it was her turn to excite him. He didn’t disappoint her: he was already hard and desperate for her. It took all the self control he had not to impose himself upon his wife. Her hand stroked his length and he moaned softly, holding himself back with deep breaths. ‘James, tell me what you want’ she whispered deviously. James rolled onto his back and Francesca’s hand teased him into a hard erection. He wanted to ask her to take him in her mouth so badly, but she’d seldom accepted before. ‘Please will you take me in your mouth—just the tip?’ he begged cautiously. He knew she hated feeling subservient. She hesitated a little. ‘Please, I’ll try not to come in your mouth’ he added. He knew how much she hated it. To his delight, she accepted reluctantly, straddling his waist, she took him in her mouth. It pained him how good she was at it. He wanted it from her all the time; it wasn’t often enough that they really tried to please each other. ‘You’re so good at that, baby’ he breathed. He stroked her long hair free as she worked him. He swelled hard and fast in her mouth and felt himself building. ‘Oh, oooh!’ he moaned. ‘Fuck! Just stop for a second’ he panted. He knew he’d come if she continued. He thought of Hannah’s willingness to take him. Fran moved up his body, straddling him. It was too much for him to take, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He took hold of his wife’s hips and found her smooth and ready. She moaned on him, leaning her hands forward onto his chest. He smiled broadly for her, he’d missed his wife’s body more than anything in the world. She rocked on him enjoying the sensation she’d missed so much. His hands trailed her waist and legs as she did. She admired his inked chest and arms: the pale bare skin surrounding the tattoo’s she’d begged him not to get was now reddening with excitement. His face was flushed in pleasure and his eyes found hers. ‘Darling, can we?...’ he didn’t need to finish his sentence, she had already moved off him. She knew he’d be desperate for his favourite position. She knelt forward facing away from him, knowing how much he loved being behind her. He found her easily and pumped her hard once again. His arms wrapped around her torso into a tight hug as he did; her body let go and she made soft screams at his eagerness. ‘Francesca, it feels so good to be with you’ he whispered, his face pressed against hers. ‘It does!’ she moaned back, her body taking his motion in waves. His energy built and she felt his body fuck her harder, his strength dominating her while he made his best effort to come. ‘Oh darling!’ he moaned, she felt his body buck and spasm pre-emptively. ‘Oh God, I’m gonna come’ he moaned. He squeezed her body tighter and his hips responded, shuddering with her he cried out joyfully for his wife. ‘Francesca!’ he cried. She turned to him, the pleasure on his face was final and spreading longingly. ‘I love you’ he kissed. Her body had been all he had wanted all along. ‘I do too’ she confessed warmly, and they rested together breathing hard. He panted silently taking in the delight written across her eyes and face. 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| HellAngel81 | Oct 2 2010, 02:57 PM Post #141 |
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Thank God he didn´t cry "Hannah!" Sorry, just kidding.But Hannah had been a good teacher!! Well, what should I say...okay...it was hot and they are back together..but you know me..even if it´s wrong...I enjoyed him and Hannah more! ![]() Uhh I´m evil!! Nonetheless it was a very well written chapter and I thank you for it, my dear! I this story!! |
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| kirks_wife | Oct 5 2010, 11:44 AM Post #142 |
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Lillian was probably the most talkative 12 year old James had ever met. He was driving Castor and his friend home from school, in awe of her ability to talk without a break. He watched Castor’s mesmerised face with a smirk, knowing full well he was taking none of it in. The size of the Hetfield’s house had at least left her speechless for a minute. James smiled, watching his son’s expression in the rear view mirror. Chopper welcomed them home, and Castor led Lilly inside by the hand to the lounge avoiding his mother and sisters. James noticed Castor’s intuition to copy his lead. Fran was right: his son looked up to him more than he could imagine. Francesca hissed for James from the kitchen, and they watched Castor and Lillian pouring over their summer holiday photos on the lounge floor. James linked his arms around his wife and kissed her gently for a minute. His lips brushed her ear apprehensively. ‘Did you enjoy last night?’ he asked hoping for her approving response. ‘I did’ she kissed softly, but she withheld some truth from her voice. James’ face withdrew to check his wife’s eyes. ‘I wish you’d pay a little more attention to me’ she said quietly with a sigh. ‘It’s always over once you...well’. Fran ended her thought by putting her coffee mug on the bench abruptly. She left, hearing the calls of her youngest daughter, and James’ kicked himself for forgetting to please her once more. He thought he’d done so well. That evening he waited as patiently as he could for his wife to join him in bed. He’d heard the shower switch off nearly twenty minutes earlier, but she’d not emerged from the bathroom. He climbed out of bed and knocked on the ensuite door. ‘Honey? Are you coming to bed?’ he asked gently. He heard the sound of the vanity drawers closing shut and the soft tap of her feet on the tile floor as she answered the door, opening it just a crack. ‘James, I’m just getting ready I’ll be there soon’ she grinned. Her hand covered her bare chest as though he’d not seen her naked before. He saw that her hair was beautifully straightened. ‘Can I come in?’ he asked, a grin spreading across his face. ‘No! Go back to bed, I’ll be ready soon!’ she smiled wickedly.James returned eagerly to bed, excited at the thought of his wife dressing up for him. He was restraining himself as much as he could from working himself hard in his hand. He wanted to save himself for his wife. When the bathroom door creaked open his heart jumped. Fran emerged, her hair straightened and sleek, her long blonde hair trailing nearly to her waist. She wore only a little makeup: champagne hued lipstick and a few coats of mascara. Her face was bronzed lightly and James took in her scent as she prowled over him. He’d never seen his wife in a g-string before, or at least, not one like this. His body reacted as she climbed into his lap, his dick growing hard with his wife’s body settling in his lap. His hands smoothed the cups of her white bra with envy. His eyes were busy taking in the sight of her, and he stroked her long blonde hair across her shoulders and down her chest. He knew why she had chosen to wear a g-string: the memory of finding Hannah’s black lacy knickers in his jeans pocket was still raw for both of them. ‘Fuck!’ he whispered. His horny breath quivered on her neck as he lent in to taste her skin. His mouth explored hers and trailed hungrily to her chest, loosening her bra behind her shoulders. His desperate face swooned at the sight of her full chest, round and bare. Hers were more perfect than any stripper he’d ever seen, even more so than Hannah’s, he thought to himself. His fingers brushed her curves as he watched her face for her eager response. She breathed happily back into his mouth as his hands drifted slowly down her torso, trailing across her stomach. Her stomach rolled in anticipation as his fingers skirted across the waistband of her g-string. His hands smoothed her hips on either side, gently rolling the thin elastic down her thighs. Her mouth responded hotly; their breaths panting for each other in anticipation. James took his wife’s hand and curled it around his aching dick. It had rolled hard to high thigh and was desperate for her touch. ‘Oh darling!’ he breathed hard. His guiding hand let go of himself, and she continued, tugging him teasingly in her hand. His head rolled back, his eyes closed in ecstasy as she slid down his body to take him in her mouth. He gasped as she did: Fran was doing more than she’d been willing to do before. She took him eagerly in her mouth, and half his length swelled to the sensation of her hot, wet mouth treating him. He did his best to keep his hips still, but he thrusted into her mouth, and she tolerated as much of his pleasure as she could until she resumed her best work on his sensitive tip. She delighted in making his body squirm and fight to keep control of himself while she did. He stopped her when he swelled red and hard. ‘That was great! he thanked her with an honest smile. He sat up to take her in his lap, but she shook her head with a grin. ‘James, I want you to fuck me’ she whispered. His eyes were wide and horny: it had been so long since she had spoken to him in her favourite dirty voice. He did as she asked as she lay on her back, he climbed over her, readying himself in his hand. ‘Tell me again what you want’ he teased, his dick was paused between her lips teasing her open for him. Her mind struggled to think, knowing the sensation she craved was her husband’s strength she was about to take. ‘Just fuck me, James, please!’ she begged. He accepted, enjoying the delicious rush of pushing into his wife. She moaned and held his waist as he did, his chest lowered over her and he settled into a slow and loving rhythm as she wanted. His face was pulled in ecstasy. ‘Oh my fucking god darling, your pussy is so soft’ he whispered into her ear with a desperate whimper. She loved hearing him talk like that. Her approving reply made him work her harder, and once more Francesca let go of her fears, finding he no longer hurt her when she trusted her husband. He broke from her body to stand from the bed, pulling her body towards him, bending her over the side. He took her smoothly from behind, relishing her need for him. Standing behind her, he took her with his full strength; jarring her on the bed, she screamed happily. His own orgasm was fast and easy after his wife’s long tease. He turned her over and buried his face into her, building her frantically to her own climax. He loved seeing her enjoy him, her body rocked to his pace, her shaking hands joyously reached for his face to kiss him in thanks. ‘I love you, James!’ she said emotionally. ‘Don’t ever think that I won’t do what some other girl half my age will do for you’ she sobbed, her face splitting into tears. ‘You’ve done more for me than anyone in my life’ he admitted, he rested next to her on the bed facing her honestly. She smiled through the tears that smeared her face. ‘Don’t cry’ he said sadly, wiping a long tear from her cheek. He settled his warm lips onto hers and tasted her slowly, her breath reminding him she was his own. |
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| AlroightDen | Oct 5 2010, 11:51 AM Post #143 |
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.........ahhhh fuck! That was fucking hot....
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| HellAngel81 | Oct 7 2010, 07:46 AM Post #144 |
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Awesome chapter!! Castor and "his" girl ...that was so cute! James and Fran? Oh well.....HOT...fucking HOT!!! and sooooooo heart-touching Loved this update...thank you!!
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| kirks_wife | Oct 10 2010, 04:39 AM Post #145 |
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Okay! Here it is! The FINAL chapter!!! I was back at my local: a small but quaint antique cafe in Trafalgar Square. I discovered it once after heavy rain had brought me in off the street, and I’d spent more afternoons than I could remember staring wistfully through its small windows surveying the local denizens. I’d been back in London for a week. My initial call directly to James had rung without answer. I left him a message as he’d asked, letting him know I’d got home safely. He’d not returned my call as I hoped he would. I stopped short of admitting that I’d missed him. There was too little I could do or say from this distance now. I had been kicking myself for not taking up Lars’ offer to call James from the airport one last time. I’d thought a thousand times over in my mind on the flight home what I’d have said, and all I could conjure were pathetic anecdotes. By the time I’d arrived home, I’d snapped out of it by reminding myself that he was a client. But strangely, I’d had no desire to work since I’d returned. I’d not checked my emails nor thought of myself as Belle. For the last three days, I’d spent each afternoon in the cafe in my favourite spot seated in a yellow leather chair, a coffee cup in my hand, and a pen and paper in my lap. I was thinking about never returning to being a call girl, I didn’t feel the need somehow. I checked my phone once more. No missed calls and no messages. The afternoon dragged on, and eventually, I left my favourite chair and headed home. At 4am my phone buzzed with a text message: A drunken update from a friend no doubt. My hand reached out sleepily to my bedside table, and my eyes couldn’t believe the words on the screen. What’s the time there? I hope I didn’t wake you, Hannah. Text me if you’d like me to call? James x I sat up quickly in bed. I was suddenly wide awake and my heart raced. Finally! He wanted to talk! Of course! I replied. My phone rang almost immediately and I took a moment to savour the caller ID. ‘Hello James’ I smiled softly down the line. Speaking to him at 4am in bed was making me melt into my warm sheets. ‘Hannah, it’s good to hear your voice’ he said kindly. ‘I got your message, I’m sorry it took a few days to get back to you. Things have been tough here, but Fran and I have finally been communicating better’ he said vaguely, although he didn’t sound so sure. There was a short break and he hesitated. ‘I did what you suggested and she loved it’ he admitted warmly. I was genuinely pleased for him, that I’d helped him reconnect with his wife. His voice turned soft and horny, and I knew he hadn’t called to tell me about his wife. ‘I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Hannah’ he admitted. My own hand had smoothed its way down my bare stomach. I was between waking and sleep, and his eager voice in my ear made me dip tantalisingly into self pleasure. ‘James, I have too’ I admitted. I knew how his body would be reacting. I heard a short and desperate moan down the line. ‘I wish you were here to suck me off’ he moaned. ‘I’m so fucking hard’ he whispered. I knew he would be rolling his hand deliciously up and down his swelling length. I had a feeling he’d called in the middle of my night knowing I’d be in bed. ‘Mmm, James!’ I breathed. I gasped an outward moan to let him know what I was doing. ‘Tell me what you’re doing’ he begged. He was stifling his own urge to moan. ‘I’m sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy’ I whispered. I heard his audible whimper down the line. ‘Fuck!’ he breathed. I heard his breath panting to the speed of his racing hand. ‘I’m gonna come just thinking about you doing that’ he moaned. I was sure he would, I could picture him perfectly: his fist sliding fast around his hard and rounded dick. ‘Where are you?’ I asked him. I was picturing him in this backyard studio once more. ‘I’m at HQ in my green room upstairs’ he said, his voice straining for clarity of thought. I heard his loose belt jingle against his racing hand. ‘I’m sucking your dick’ I whispered. ‘I wanna make you come!’ I urged. He moaned louder, and I could picture his reddening face, flushed and desperate. ‘Oh shit!’ he moaned in release. I heard his breath relax and his voice panting softly against the earpiece. ‘Oh fuck baby, I came so hard’ he moaned. He finished himself off as I waited. ‘I miss you’ he said finally. His voice was quiet and sincere. ‘I do too, James’ I admitted. I swallowed hard to choke back my forming tears. ‘I wish you all the best with your wife, I really do’ I said. ‘Thanks’ he admitted sheepishly. ‘You can call me anytime’ I said. ‘I’m always up for a call from you...I’m not working anymore’ I said. I’d decided in that moment. ‘Really?’ he asked in surprise. ‘Why is that?’ ‘I don’t think I could ever be with anyone again the way I was with you’ I explained clumsily. ‘You weren’t just an ordinary client’ I said. ‘I loved being with you, James’ I admitted. He was quiet down the line for a minute. ‘Hannah, I’ll see you again’ he said hopefully. ‘We’ll be in London again’ he said. ‘I’ll never stop wanting you’ he said. ‘As much as I love my wife, you’re the girl I’d have wanted fifteen years ago, you’re perfect Hannah’ he confessed. I couldn’t respond, instead I smiled to myself. I wanted to kiss him in that moment. ‘So how are your family?’ I asked, changing the topic. His voice changed to a cheery tone. ‘Well, in a moment of weakness I agreed to get Marcella a pony’ he smirked. ‘Which means I had to get Cali a pony too, and Castor a car!’ ‘Wow! Lucky kids!’ I exclaimed. ‘They’re spoilt by their old dad, yeah’ James grinned. James? I heard Kirk’s voice in the background. ‘I have to go’ he explained quickly. ‘Lovely to talk to you’ he said warmly. ‘I’ll look you up when I'm in town’ he said hopefully, but that day never came. ------------------ THE END! Thank you everyone for reading!!!
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| Torrid | Oct 10 2010, 04:59 AM Post #146 |
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So sad he never sees her again and that it's the end. Best long fic I've read in a while. Well written and plenty of this... Short version, it was epic.
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| kirks_wife | Oct 10 2010, 05:02 AM Post #147 |
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Oh thank you Torr!!
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| AlroightDen | Oct 10 2010, 06:54 AM Post #148 |
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Awesome.. Too bad it's all done and dusted now though.. <_< Dude, I love this one too! I pretty much second what Torr said...
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| kirks_wife | Nov 10 2010, 02:10 AM Post #149 |
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Thanks Em!!
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Can I get a update??




Great chapter!
Sorry, just kidding.
and they are back together..
very well written chapter
and I thank you for it, my dear!
...that was so cute! 

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