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| kirks_wife | Aug 14 2010, 11:43 AM Post #46 |
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Dear Emily, James has suffered a fatal loss of brain functioning, otherwise known as love. Yes, I believe Francesca will gratefully accept some help kicking his ass. And Kirk is too well behaved for his own good sometimes. Maybe he'll reconsider...
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| kirks_wife | Aug 15 2010, 03:37 AM Post #47 |
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At midnight we left the festival. This time, we all piled into the waiting cars together. James was becoming less and less worried about taking risks. I fell asleep on his shoulder in the car ride back to the city, the paparazzi following on motorcycles beside the cars. Back in the hotel suite, he spoke honestly once more, his eyes pleading with me. ‘Hannah, I want you to be yourself tonight. Don’t act, and I want to please you’ he said softly. My Belle persona was long gone. Hannah had been creeping back in since I’d arrived. I was shy and reclusive at home. Hannah was studious and serious, Belle was seductive and outgoing. I wasn’t sure that he’d want the real me. But in my mind, this was still part of the game. This was still an act for him, to pretend he could really have me. He crawled over me on the bed, and I nervously lifted his silver shirt over his head to reveal his strong chest. It was like we’d never at sex at all, his chest was nervous too. His tattoo’s were dominating as he pinned me to the bed. His face was warm and loving, his body slower than usual, and his kisses on my neck and chest were gentle. My hands spent time exploring his back as he kissed me. His body had settled comfortably on top of mine, my knees curled up around his hips and his body ground suggestively against mine. His mouth panted for me, and he slid down my torso, his tongue licking at my stomach, and his mouth kissing the fabric of my knickers. His mouth licked the black satin eagerly; his cautious hands pulling my fabric down my thighs. ‘I want to make you come’ he whispered hopefully. I exhaled happily as he moved my thighs open for him. His mouth settled warmly, his fingers searching me with a rushing rhythm. I couldn’t help but moan, his tongue was warm and rough, smooth and enticing at the same time. My body bucked to the intense pleasure of eager his mouth exploring me. I could help but the reach down and join in with my own hand. He smiled as I showed him what I liked, his tongue returning to me as I drifted towards a blissful orgasm. ‘Oh my god, I’m gonna come!’ I squealed. I surprised myself at that moment, usually I was able to keep my own thoughts to myself when I was with a client. But he wanted to please me like I was something more...My body jolted as his fingers fucked me. I felt a delicious rush begin, and I held the blonde hair on his head as I shook in joy, his face taking in the delight of my climax. He wasted no time watching my body writhe, he was ready to fuck me: he had his dick hard and ready in his left hand. He crawled over me once more, his erection easily finding me, he titled my hips towards him as his body took over mine. His arms placed either side of my chest once more, his eyes connected with mine as he fucked me. This time, I was weak to his strength. My legs curled around him and I let go: his body taking me further from myself as he raced faster. He turned me so I was sitting with my back to his chest, and behind me, he motioned deep into me once more. His arm linked around my waist and he breathed heavily in my ear. ‘Fuck that’s good’ he moaned. He supported my whole body with his one strong arm holding me tight across my chest. He was in total control of me, I was helpless to his strength and dominance. He moved me forward to my hands and knees, and I obediently allowed him. He slapped my ass gently before he pushed into me once more. His size, taking me from behind made me scream. He’d gone slowly at first, but now he was worked up, his body was frantic and he was eager for his own pleasure. ‘Can you take me fully?’ he asked breathlessly. He’d been carefully withholding his full length. ‘Please, yeah!’ I moaned helplessly, and he pushed slowly and deeply down the full length of his shaft. I gasped as he succeeded. ‘Yeah! That’s good!’ I pushed back and forth frantically, riding his length. ‘Oh my god!’ He cried. ‘I love that you can take me!’ He raced frantically for his own climax. His body had really let go, he was growling for release with every thrust. His hips buckled momentously, and he came energetically, he held himself inside me, shaking along to his own pleasure. His size stung me for a minute, but his delicious withdrawal made me gasp. I turned to him, his face and chest were flushed red, and he held himself triumphantly in his hand. ‘That was great!’ he smiled, leaning forward to kiss me. He hugged me tightly as I struggled to catch my breath. He stroked my hair and back as I calmed, his lips kissed at my neck lovingly. Finally, we lay down together and he wanted to kiss me passionately even more. I didn’t stop him, his caring nature was overwhelming. ‘I’d take good care of you’ he promised. His eyes settled happily on mine. I smiled. I was sure that he would. |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 16 2010, 11:38 AM Post #48 |
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The following day was a day off, but even still, the band had been doing press all afternoon. I had been shopping that morning while James slept, and this afternoon, I had the luxury of lying in the sun reading a new novel, while James was taking interviews in the next room. Ray knocked quietly on the door, and entered cautiously, shutting the door to James’ press interview behind him. ‘How are you Hannah?’ he asked. ‘I’m fine’ I smiled. The sunshine was wonderful. I felt truly spoilt to be able to stay in a 5 star hotel in Prague in the middle of summer. ‘I have a message for you, from Kirk’ Ray began quietly, sitting next to me. He lowered his voice even more. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. ‘I’ll take you to his room’. ‘Alright’ I agreed, thinking of Kirk standing in the shower in front of me, working himself eagerly in his hand. ‘Give me ten minutes’ I promised. I showered, and chose a matching white bra and knickers with black ribbon ties. It was always hard to second-guess a man’s style, but he seemed to me that he’d be into plain and fresh. I slid on my light blue jeans and chose a blue singlet and a white jacket. I removed the necklace James had given me the day before. Ray lead me to the floor above, and like both Lars and James’ suites had been, Kirk’s was teaming with assistants. Kirk’s assistant lead Ray and I straight through the crowd, and we entered a small dining room with a table and chairs, adjoining another room. It was the ‘Royal Suite’: it was decorated with heavy ornaments, and had a dramatic gold and red colour scheme. Ray left my side: ‘One of Kirk’s team will bring you back downstairs, alright?’ I nodded. Kirk’s assistant knocked heavily on the bedroom door. For a minute, I thought he wasn’t there. Kirk answered slowly, opening the door only a short way, his face was shy, and he let me in without a word. His bedroom was much larger than James’. It shared the same side of the building as Lars’ suite overlooking the city to the north. The room was bright and airy, a long white chaise filled the bay window, and a large king bed took precedent of the centre of the room. He too, had a guitar propped up against the end of the bed. He was dressed casually in a white singlet, and baggy brown pants which covered his feet. His toes poked out from underneath the hem, he was barefoot, and a yoga mat was rolled out on the floor. He stretched his arms nervously as we spoke. ‘Thanks for coming by’ he spoke nervously. ‘You’re welcome’ I smiled. I could see I would have to work at making him feel comfortable. To let him get used to the idea of my company, I gave him some space sitting without imposing on the white chaise near the window while he cooled down from his yoga session. He stretched his legs next, and I noticed that he had a great body. ‘So you’re not doing press this afternoon?’ I asked. Kirk shook his head. ‘Not this time, we take turns. James and Lars do most of it’ he explained. I watched him work out the final moves of his stretches. I recognised some of the poses, I’d not taken a yoga class in a while. I took initiative and fetched a towel from the bathroom to rub him down. He was sweating from the heat, and perhaps his nerves. I helped give weight to his arms, and he breathed deeply in relaxation. He stood, finished with his routine, and I rubbed the muscles of his arms vigorously with the towel. The sweat made his shirt stick transparently to his skin. The afternoon sun had quickly heated up the room. ‘Why don’t you take a shower?’ I suggested softly. I wanted to ease him into it slowly, I knew he was dedicated to his wife, and afraid to make a move on me. He nodded breathlessly, and took the towel from my hands. ‘I’ll be right here’ I reassured him. I lowered the electric blinds as he showered, and they cast a shadow across the room. I sat on the bed, my heart racing at the sound of the water in the shower. I knew I needed to be slow and careful to raise his courage. After fifteen long minutes, the water stopped, and another five minutes later, he emerged with a thick white towel wrapped around his waist. His skin was a gorgeous tanned caramel colour, his chest was strong; and like James, he had words inked across his chest. I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs stretched out. A sliver of sun reached my toes. I’d unbuttoned my jeans, leaning back I enticed him, and his eyes caught my suggestion. He mouth dropped open a little as he noticed, I flicked my hair around my shoulders and he smiled. ‘What do you want to do?’ I whispered to him. I was hoping to entice him onto the bed with me. Instead he stood nervously in his towel watching me. He blushed first and without response, reached for himself under the towel. I watched him silently jerk himself, his face flushing red as he did. I smiled as he did, it was killing me not to be able to see his hand under the towel. And I was curious about his dick. I imagined it to be beautifully sized and shaped. It was clear by his gesture that he wanted something to jerk-off to. I lifted my singlet over my head and smiled warmly at him, he breathed an open sigh at my chest and worked himself faster. I loosened my bra teasingly and it fell slowly down my arms. I rubbed my own nipples erect and watched his smile grow, and his towel fall to the ground. He was deliciously large, the smooth head of his dick, already swollen and red, was tanned and desperate like the rest of him. ‘I wanna see you rub your pussy’ he whispered. He took a few quick steps towards me on the bed. I slid my jeans slowly down my legs and he groaned in temptation. I offered him my knickers, taking hold of his free hand. I wanted him to do the honours. ‘No’ he shook his head. ‘I don’t want to touch, I just want to watch’ he explained. I pulled my own knickers down, and he made to stand between my open legs pulling himself harder and more frantically over me. I hooked my knees around his waist, and he accepted my move. My hand made slowly to my folds, and he watched mesmorised, his hand pulling himself just above mine. His forehead brimmed with sweat as he watched me, he gasped at the sight. My fingers rubbed myself fast: it was delicious to touch myself at the sight of him. He was close enough to enter me easily, and it must have taken all the self-control he had not to. If this was what he wanted, then I didn’t want to push him. He groaned at himself, his pre-cum was beading down his hand and forming on my middle. ‘Oh my god...’he groaned. His eyes had closed at the sight of me, he knew he wanted to fuck me, I could tell he was considering it. His wedding ring was still firmly on his left hand. ‘Forgive me’ he whispered to the ceiling, and as his eyes closed, he pushed his begging dick into me. He slid easily in, and he was amazing to receive. He was smooth and his head was large. He groaned loudly, his mouth dropped into an open moan, and he fucked me with vigorous movements. His chest was ripped, it wasn’t often I was lucky enough to have clients I found attractive. I cried back for him, letting him know I was enjoying the courageous decision he’d made. He was already shaking, his hips close to his orgasm, his eyes rolled clearly in his head as his body struggled for a moment for release. He cried out loudly as he came. He’d been so desperate, and his enjoyment was profound. I was surprised at him: I’d expected him to be reserved and quiet. I thought with a small laugh to myself, of his roomful of assistants outside overhearing our cries. He slumped proudly onto the bed next to me, his chest panting hard. I watched him for a minute taking in the sight of his incredible body, my hands reached out to his pounding chest. ‘Fuck yeah!’ he grinned, taking my hand in thanks. He stood awkwardly from the bed and found his wallet in his jeans. We’d not discussed a price. I didn’t speak as I watched him pull a swatch of green notes. He handed me a large sum of folded notes with embarrassment. ‘Let me know if it’s not enough’ he said genuinely mumbling his words. As a call girl, I’d learnt to estimate money by the size of the folded notes, and I’d guessed at least three thousand had passed between our hands. ‘That will be lovely’ I thanked him. |
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| Torrid | Aug 16 2010, 12:09 PM Post #49 |
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Oh poor Kirk. He's gonna feel that in his conscience for a while. Glad he did it though. He really really wanted to! Aaaand it was hot.
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| kirks_wife | Aug 16 2010, 12:14 PM Post #50 |
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He will, yes. But I'm glad I wrote it too! And thank you!
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| kirks_wife | Aug 20 2010, 10:25 AM Post #51 |
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Returning to Prague from Sofia the following evening, James and I shared a car from the airport to the hotel with Rob. He was handsome, and afraid to keep his eyes on me. I crossed my legs, knowing it would shift my skirt up my thighs, and caught him taking a glance as I looked out the car window. James moved his hand protectively around my back. ‘Athens tomorrow’ Rob stated out loud. James nodded, his mouth opening into a yawn. ‘I’ve not been before’ I smiled. ‘It’s an amazing city’ James reminisced. He stopped short of continuing. I wondered if he remembered his wife travelling with him. ‘I’ll take you out when we’re there’ he said unexpectedly. He’d paused before he spoke, he’d been thinking carefully about making the announcement. Rob’s face turned sideways, awkward to be overhearing our conversation. ‘I’d like that’ I smiled, and his mouth made for mine. Rob squirmed, and I wondered if he knew James’ wife well. After sex he lay panting: James’ white chest was flushed red with excitement. His face too; I thought I could even see his heart pounding. ‘Oh my god, you make me feel like I’m 18 again!’ he smiled. I’d pinned him to the bed and ridden him hard, and he’d moaned openly all the way. I’d leant my weight into his chest, my hands pressing on his shoulders, and he’d lifted my rolling hips above his desperately hard dick. Even still, he looked as though he wanted more. I smiled deviously. ‘Again?’ I asked cheekily. ‘Oh my goodness!’ he pretended to moan. His hand had reached for his still beating chest. ‘You’ll give me a heart attack!’ he joked. But still, he sat up and joined me on my knees, readying himself behind me. He teased me hungrily with the just the tip of his dick, and then, I felt myself open deliciously to his full length. I moaned happily as he pulled slowly out, and returned the deep and generous inwards motion. He was teasing me expertly with his slow movements, and it made me want him to fuck me fast even more. ‘James, I wanna come’ I admitted quietly. I was afraid of my own voice, I knew this was the real Hannah talking. He paused happily to turn me to his face. ‘What do you want?’ he breathed softly, taking my mouth in his. His hands smoothed my arms lovingly. ‘I want you to touch me’ I kissed. I took his hand and his fingers slid gently down my stomach, he teased me moving slowly. I straddled him in his seated lap and his fingers found me warm and ready. His horny tongue flirted in my mouth. I knelt higher, I wanted to feel the head of his cock tease me: it drove me wild. Little did he know, he was now pleasing the real me. ‘Just a little bit’ I explained as his dick parted me. He got the sensation I was after immediately. ‘Like that?’ he asked me for approval with a horny breath. His hips found me only a few inches deep. ‘Uh huh!’ I smiled. He held me in his lap, and I rested my arm on his shoulder; the pleasure on my open face was clear for him to see. My mouth dropped happily open as his fingers worked me too. He pushed me deeper as my breath raced. He read my body expertly, his fingers racing faster as he felt my body rise. I was close to screaming for him. ‘Don’t hold back’ he whispered. He pumped me harder; eager for my escalating release to overcome me. I was riding him fully now, his slippery hand rubbing me frantically as best he could to our speed. My cries told him I was close. I leant my face into his shoulder, I knew I was about to come. I felt a shaking rush taking over me, and I buried my face into him. His hand holding the back of my head, knowing I was loving his body for taking me there. My head fell back joyously and he breathed hard along with me. ‘Come for me Hannah!’ he moaned. He was pushing his hips hard into me in hope, doing his best to take me there. I screamed happily as I peaked, and he laughed a little out loud at himself, pleased at my success. We lay breathing into each other’s mouths in happiness for a while after. His eyes searched mine, I’d really let my guard down, and I could tell he connected with my honesty. I knew he wanted to revisit his offer to have me return with him to San Francisco. I’d considered it an extension of my purpose with him here. I needed him to know that. On cue, he asked me. ‘Hannah, have you thought about what asked you earlier?’ he put it to me gently, not knowing my reply. ‘I have’ I explained, but I needed him to understand my terms. ‘If you want me to come to San Francisco to visit, I would consider it a continuation of my services’ I explained. He nodded, he realised that much was clear. ‘I have a house in the city my wife doesn’t know about’ he said. ‘We live just north in Marin County’ he explained. ‘You could come for a holiday and stay there for a little while? You’d have the days to yourself’. I paused on his suggestion with thought. ‘How long are you thinking of?’ I asked. I wanted to be sure of his intentions. ‘I don’t know, a month? Can we see how it goes?’ he asked. Hell, it was summer and I was getting paid to holiday around the world and fuck this wonderful man. ‘I’d really like that’ I smiled broadly. ‘I’ll pay you whatever you want’ he said plainly, and my heart did a joyous cartwheel inside my chest. |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 21 2010, 06:57 AM Post #52 |
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James had lived up to his promise to take me out in Athens. The band and the tour crew were heading out for dinner. I had showered and was choosing a dress while the splashing sound of water still ran as James took his turn. I’d got as far as choosing my bra and knickers when James joined me, a towel around his waist. He saw the two choices I’d hung on the wardrobe door: both cocktail dresses, a black satin halterneck, with a trim waist band and a skirt with large ruffles, and a white floaty chiffon dress, strapless and knee length. ‘I prefer the black one’ he nuzzled into the side of my neck. I paired it with large diamond earrings, and they sparkled against the black. James pointed to my black YSL pumps. I slipped my feet into them and I rose to his height. ‘Hello’ he smiled jokingly. His hands slid seductively down my curves to my waist. ‘You look so hot’ he moaned. His hands were already lifting my skirt to my waist. He jumped at a sharp knock to the door. ‘James, are you ready?’ Ray asked hesitantly through the door. Twenty minutes later, all their assistants, staff and security were waiting patiently in the lounge of the suite when James and I emerged. He led me by the hand, and the group took no notice, but his security spoke seriously to us both. There were two I’d met already, but four more large men in suits I’d not yet seen. They seemed to be taking a simple outing very seriously. James didn’t seem the least bit worried, it was completely normal to him. ‘Nah, she can come with us’ James said. His security seemed hesitant but agreed. We left in relative secrecy: James and I in the same car driven by his usual driver, with Ray and four security guards riding along with us. We had less privacy this time. Two of them were on the phone to security at the restaurant. From their conversation, I’d gathered they had organised to take us in through another entrance. Already, paparazzi on speeding bikes were surrounding the car. Their cameras flashed at the black tinted windows as we stopped at the lights. The sound of their motorbikes and frantic voices grew louder as we neared the restaurant. ‘James goes first’ Ray explained, and my hand broke from his. He left the car first with his security--the paparazzi swarmed him--until only Ray and I were left. We circled the block once more until the paparazzi were gone. We pulled over, a street down from the restaurant and Ray opened the door for me. I clambered hesitantly in my heels out the car door into the street. He offered me his arm and we walked silently to meet the others. It was an odd pairing, but we did at least, arrive unnoticed. Inside, James was already seated. Ray led me into the restaurant by the arm as if I was his date. Upstairs, already in a private room was James and the rest of the party. Kirk and Lars both looked nervous, and Rob smiled sweetly towards me with a large grin. I wondered what his wife was like. Whether she was much like me...James’ nervous hand found my bare thigh under the table and I jumped a little at his touch. He smirked as I turned to him with a wicked smile. Lars turned his attention to me. ‘So what do you do Hannah...I mean, well, you know what I mean...’ Lars turned red at himself. I laughed a little and loosened the mood. ‘I just finished my degree at the London School of Economics’ I explained. ‘I’m looking for a job as a financial planner’ I said. Under my skirt, James’ fingers had walked up my thighs and were teasing the fabric of my knickers. My thighs tightened around his hand and his fingers teased me deeper. Talking to Lars, I was trying hard to keep a straight face. I crossed my legs and trapped his hand; his fingers were touching flesh. He parted me gently and teased me, in and out. I was sure my face was flushed, I laughed and smiled harder at Lars. I felt the presence of Rob’s eyes on me: sitting to my right, he could see James’ hand working between my legs. When a waiter arrived with entrees, James wriggled his hand free. He had enjoyed his risky game. Beside me, Rob’s warm smile kept bringing me back to his face. The chatter was loud and I leant into Rob. I wanted to talk to him, he was the only one I’d not yet befriended. I needed to break the ice with him. His body made me curious. He was tall and muscular, and I was sure he’d be a fit and strong lover. My hand dropped deliberately to his thigh to catch his attention as I leant inquisitively into his face to speak. ‘You were in Suicidal, right?’ I asked. I spoke flirtatiously into his ear and noticed him blush at my touch. ‘Yeah, I was a while back now’ he cast a glimpse at my hand and smiled. The wine on his breath was inviting. James was now across the room talking loudly with Lars. I took the opportunity to test my boundaries with Rob. He’d been curious about me for a while, I could tell. ‘So how do you like touring?’ I asked, my hand massaging his thigh. He hadn’t missed my innuendo. He leant back in his chair, encouraging me. My hand tested the visible snake on his growing thigh, and with the approval of his desperate face, I edged my hand casually into his pocket. Through the thin lining, I felt his dick twitch and harden to my touch. It was thick and bold, and fast filling his pocket. His face blushed attempting to remember our topic of conversation. I spied the open doors to the balcony. ‘Would you like some fresh air?’ I asked. He nodded wordlessly and followed me outside. On the second storey, we overlooked the street below. The paparazzi had left the front entrance, and were scattered down the street with their cameras hung casually around their necks. I stood leaning against the railing, with my back to the ocean, Rob framed me, his arms locking either side of me. ‘You can’t stop now’ he whispered enthusiastically with a grin. I could see his groin was still aching through his jeans. I wanted to drop to my knees right there, and take him in my mouth more than anything in the world; the only thing stopping me was James, standing just across the threshold inside. ‘I could go back to the hotel?’ Rob suggested. I peered around him to see James, deep in conversation with Lars. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice if I left. I found James in the crowd. ‘I’m gonna head back to the hotel and get ready for you’ I whispered with a naughty promise in his ear. It was after all, partially true. ‘Okay baby’ he smiled. I left first, hearing Rob say his goodbye’s moments later. Without security, the two of us slipped casually into the first of the waiting black Bentleys. It was Lars’ car, his blue and grey scarf was littered across the back seat. I sat first, and he knelt over me, his hands moving enthusiastically up my thighs, lifting my skirt easily to my waist. I knew James wanted to do the same. ‘I saw you and James...’ he began, his face an inch from mine in the darkness of the car. ‘Yeah?’ I offered hungrily. ‘Did it make you hard?’ I begged of him. He nodded deviously as I made to reach for his zipper. I expected him to be large, his physique and bulging pocket told me so. I was pleased to be right. His length in my hand snaked up my arm, I tugged him frantically and he grew fast. ‘Shit!’ he moaned. He was going for what he wanted fast. We’d be done before we arrived at this rate. He turned me away from him, pulling my knickers to my knees and flinging them across the seat. I knelt pushing my butt towards him, and his trembling hands removed my heels. Between us, there was little space in the back seat, his chest pressed firmly against my back as he positioned himself. With his jeans still around his legs, he pushed his enormous length into me. I was glad my face was hung over the back seat away from sight: a sharp pain had taken me at first, but now his delicious width rolled convincingly into me, I cried out longingly. The driver surely knew now to take the long way home...He was easily the biggest cock I’d taken in a long time. He knew it too, he leant into my ear as my eager cries filled the backseat. ‘It that okay for you?’ he whispered. His hips were testing me with his length. ‘Yeah! I can take more!’ I moaned. He was being cautious and shallow to ease me into it. He continued with excitement. In all honestly, I didn’t know if I could take him. Unlike James, he was rough, and I jolted along to his fast and vigorous rhythm. ‘Oh shit, oh shiiiiiiiit!’ He groaned. He pulled out and shook himself fast. I watched him, his face was bursting, and there was no space in the backseat for anything more. Our urgent game was nearly over. I took him in my mouth quickly, he was about to come, and he was too shy to ask. He smiled happily as he released in my mouth, his hand holding my face watching my expression. He rolled from my mouth, and he sat panting. The radio talk echoed in the back seat. ‘James and Kirk are leaving now’, over’ Ray’s voice scratched out. ‘You kids ready to head back?’ the driver asked us over a speaker. Rob answered for us both: ‘Hell yeah!’. |
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| HellAngel81 | Aug 21 2010, 08:55 AM Post #53 |
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Just wanted to tell you I haven´t forgot about your excellent story! Because of personal stuff I hadn´t had the time to reply <_< So, Hannah is a lucky women....having sex with all of the Metallica "Boys"?! This was sweet "I slipped my feet into them and I rose to his height. ‘Hello’ he smiled jokingly. His hands slid seductively down my curves to my waist" Can´t wait what will happen next!
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| kirks_wife | Aug 21 2010, 11:37 AM Post #54 |
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The James in your signature is the James I am imagining for this fic. The new, improved and very sexy James!! Yes, Hannah is a lucky girl indeed! I'm really glad through all the smut (and yes there's a lot) that you appreciated one of the tender moments. Thank you for reading and all your lovely comments |
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| HellAngel81 | Aug 21 2010, 12:28 PM Post #55 |
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Really? The James in my signature? Cool!!! Now this is just more interesting....you know...giving the story more life with pictures :lol: Yeah, through all the smut (which I LIKE ;)) I really appreciate the tender moments between James and Hannah!! Oh btw....I liked her part with Robert |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 21 2010, 12:33 PM Post #56 |
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YES! The James in your signature drives me CRAZY! It's the reason I wanted to write this fic!
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| kirks_wife | Aug 21 2010, 03:24 PM Post #57 |
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James had made it back to the hotel first. When I knocked and entered the bedroom, I heard the sound of running water. ‘Hannah?’ he asked. ‘I’m in here’. I followed the light to the marble bathroom. It was much larger than our Prague suite. I scanned the room seeing his clothes in a pile on the chair, his body hidden below a froth of white bubbles; the water still pouring from the taps. He splashed the water suggesting I should join him. I smiled remembering that I still hadn’t exercised my promise of a slow strip tease for him. I turned my back to him and wiggled my bum while I unzipped my dress. I heard him swoon, I turned my head over my shoulder with a devious grin, catching the broadening horny smile on his face. I crossed my arms and lifted my dress over my head, and stepped out of my heels. I turned and faced him in my black and red lace bra and knickers. I teased him with my bra first, unhooking it slowly and peeling the cups from my chest. I covered my left breast with my hand, and then my right as I dropped the bra to the floor. ‘Hannah’ he breathed. His right arm rested on the edge of the bath, and the other was below the water enjoying the show. I lifted my hands from my breasts to hook my thumbs on my knickers, tugging them slowly downwards. His eyes greedily took in my curves. He reached and turned off the taps, the hot water filled the bath and he was ready for me to join him. The silence as the running water stopped, and the ready sound of bubbles popping enticed me into the water with him. I tugged my knickers slowly down my legs and flicked them into the bath. They floated on the surface, until his eager hand tugged them under water. He smiled as I stepped over him into the water, taking in the sight of my legs, his eyes rolling up to my chest. To his delight, I sat slowly into his lap. His wet mouth welcomed me, and I kissed him back eagerly. His hands held my waist underwater, and the sight of his wet body and his hair slicked back made me want him even more. ‘Wanna turn on the jets?’ he asked. I grinned, and turned a large round dial, the bath roared into life. The bubbles massaged us both. It was a perfect end to a long day. ‘Thank you for your little strip tease there’ he grinned. I smiled without reply. It was enough that I was sitting naked in his lap in such a heavenly bath. I took his mouth this time, I was beginning to want him too. His affection was genuine and loving. The hot water was making us both horny. After 20 minutes more in the bath he needed to stand, his chest was flushed red from the heat. He was as erect as I’d ever seen him. He offered me a hand from the bath, and towelled us both dry. He led me gently by the hand to the bed. I lay first, and he climbed slowly over me, his smile happy that I wanted him. He didn’t need to ask, I knew what he wanted. He entered me easily, he was painfully erect, and his face dropped in relief as he found a rhythm with my body. ‘I’ve been waiting all night’ he confessed softly. His strong arms held himself over me, and my eyes were captivated by his blue gaze. My hands hooked around his neck, bringing his face to me. I kissed him warmly and he responded happily. His hips worked me eagerly, the hot water had made me relaxed, and I was helpless to his urge. I soft scent of soap on his clean body made me wild. I bucked with a scream as he found me hard: he wanted to come once more. I was learning how powerful his body could be. His whole body worked me. His shoulders, his back, his butt and his thighs all bringing me closer to him. It was not just his fast and eager hips this time, but his whole body. I felt myself drift happily into a wave of bliss, a joyful rush overcoming my body. ‘James!’ I breathed. ‘Oaah!’ He kissed at my throat, pleased I was close to my own climax. His body worked hard to convince me, and I needed nothing more than his hopeful face to tip me over the edge. My body wriggled and shook under his: he paused to watch my orgasm take me over. He watched my reaction with a content smile, pleased with himself for knowing how. He waited, and watched me return my focus to him. ‘I wanna come hard for you, darling’ he begged. It was his turn, and I nodded. I wanted him to share his pleasure with me. He returned to his fast pace, his whole body in action. He came quickly, his hard jolts buckling through my whole body. I sat forward, my arms hooked around his neck, he supported my back, biting his lip as he came with finality. He relaxed his body and lay me gently down, kissing me in thanks. ‘I love being spontaneous again’ he admitted. I did too, and it made him an exciting client. His eyes focused on the bedside clock behind me. ‘It’s 2am’ he said. ‘Bucharest tomorrow, and we fly out at 10am’ he explained. I nodded with a yawn, and my head feel into an easy sleep on his heavy shoulder. |
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| HellAngel81 | Aug 22 2010, 08:18 AM Post #58 |
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My signature Jamie inspired you to write THIS GREAT FIC??? WOW!! I never thought that posting "pics" which I like would inspire people! Thanks for telling me! I´m so proud right now. To the last chapter: Uuhhh...the bathroom scene was HOT!!And the little strip tease was really well written! But I really like the way you describe the "love making" between James and Hannah!! Knocks me off my feet everytime
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| kirks_wife | Aug 22 2010, 11:54 AM Post #59 |
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The sound of the roaring crowd was deafening, even backstage, we had to shout over each other to be heard. The dressing room, the green room, and the tuning room side by side, were all buzzing with assistants. I had taken a seat in a couch in the green room, watching the backstage urgency unfold. Lars’ three assistants trailed him from room to room as he wrote the set list. Lars yelled out in frustration for James’ opinion. I had left James’ side: I knew he was on the phone to his wife in his dressing room. He’d not called home as he knew he should, and once again their discussion was heated. I’d heard his wife’s voice pleading for answers as I’d excused myself from his company. Kirk had given me a careful smile as he passed through room with a cup of tea in hand. I couldn’t help but remember his desperate rush, and his nervous body. He’d been a fantastic and genuine lover. It was 9:45pm, and the band was already late going onstage. Lars, Kirk and Rob stood ready in the hallway, Kirk’s fingers tapping his guitar’s strings, buzzing as though they should be electrified. I was waoting back nervously, planning the right time to surprise James, perhaps I should wait for a break between songs? The crew had heard him yelling down the phone. Lars’ face cringed at the sound, narrating James’ conversation for the waiting crew. ‘Hetfield’s having a fucking domestic with his wife and we’re late going on! FOCK!’ Lars checked his watch in annoyance. I hung back, not wanting to be part of their pre-show preparations. I did however, want to be using the time carrying out the fantasy James so desired. His voice went quiet, and the hallway assumed his conversation was over. Lars made a hopeful move down the hall towards the stage as the door to James’ dressing room opened. Instead of James, Ray stepped out. ‘Hannah?’ he asked. I jumped at my name. ‘James wants to speak to you’ his finger beckoned me. Lars sighed loudly and rubbed his face with his hands. I noticed that both Kirk and Rob seemed embarrassed at the sight of me. I slipped quickly through the gap in the door Ray offered me. He stepped into the hallway, leaving the two of us alone together. James’ face was red, his eyes watery and distraught. I wanted to ask him if he was okay, but I knew he lacked the time to talk, and I didn’t want to upset him further by discussing the state of his marriage. He opened his arms to me, desperate for a hug. I took his body in my arms, and he squeezed me tightly. He gulped hard before he spoke. ‘I usually call my wife before a show’ he explained, ‘and tonight I needed her to understand....’ his voice trailed off sadly,...‘but she doesn’t’ he finished, without explanation. I tried to fill in the gaps. From her perspective, I’m sure she wondered what he did on tour without her: I could imagine one hundred reasons why she wouldn’t understand his silence. ‘All she wants is me, a bit of time’ he lamented. ‘And when we do, it’s great, but the rest of the time, I’m away, travelling or something...we always fight when I’m on tour’ he sighed. ‘That’s why I wanted you here’ he confessed, his face lifting to catch my eyes. I nodded sadly with understanding; that much made sense. ‘Can you give me a little pep talk? I need you to cheer me up before I go onstage’ he asked. I grinned, now was the time. ‘I can do better than that’ I grovelled, sliding down his body, kneeling on the floor in front of him. I have him my best eager face and naughty eyes. My hands caught his zipper as I knelt in front of him, and he smiled happily, his hands shaking nervously as he undid himself for me. He wasn’t yet erect, my tongue held him warmly and he swelled deliciously in my mouth. His face closed, and warm smiled spread across his blissful face. ‘Thank you, my darling’ he whispered as I worked him. I could tell the simple act of paying him attention when he needed it was all that he wanted. His eager hips moved silently, pushing his dick in and out of my mouth. His hand reached for my top, loosening the strap of my singlet, he found the smooth cup of my bra. He wanted to see my chest, and I obliged, letting him take in the sight of my curves. He slid wet and hard from my mouth, and he gasped at his own erection. Taking himself in his own hand, he rubbed himself furiously, desiring to project on my chest. I pulled the sides of my singlet aside for him to see my chest, and he succeeded in a rush; his warm release patterning my bare skin. He panted at his own success. I stood to kiss him in thanks. ‘Have a fantastic show’ I smiled. He breathed deeply, his hand to his heart. ‘I will now!’ he grinned. He slung his guitar over his shoulders, and sent me a devious wink as he left his dressing room. ‘FOCK! How long does it take to get a blow job around here?!’ Lars exclaimed jokingly as James appeared. I laughed, leaning against the door of his dressing room as the four of them smiled knowingly at my devious face, and James’ improved mood. I watched as the four of them huddled together in the hallway. Lars punched the air happily: ‘Lets get this show on the road!’ |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 22 2010, 12:02 PM Post #60 |
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Yes, it's James in THAT t-shirt that kills me. A few scenes ago, when he wanted her to be herself, I was imagining her taking that very shirt off over his head. And thank you for all your lovely comments! Glad you like mah naughty writings!
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Really? The James in my signature?
was HOT!!

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