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| Torrid | Aug 29 2010, 07:44 AM Post #76 |
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Eeeeeeeekadoodle this won like hell and high water and
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| HellAngel81 | Aug 29 2010, 07:50 AM Post #77 |
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Aww.... James is so sweet..THEY are so sweet togehter!!But going to his house?? Ohhh - Ohhh "A piggy back" :lol: :lol: :lol: Your story totally made my day THANK YOU |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 29 2010, 08:09 AM Post #78 |
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Yep! He's taking her to his house!!.....................
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| kirks_wife | Aug 29 2010, 10:09 AM Post #79 |
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And I guess while I'm sharing photos... For those of you who haven't seen The Secret Diary of a Call Girl where Billie Piper plays Belle de jour/Hannah, here she is! ![]() ![]()
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| kirks_wife | Aug 29 2010, 01:49 PM Post #80 |
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He was right, his house was very close to the beach. A short drive later, and we were snaking around a recent development site, full of large gated, modern homes. As we drove, each house grew bigger than the next. Somehow, I knew that his house would be the largest at the end of the street, and I was right: his house stood impressively large against the others. We turned down a long driveway lined with a tall metal fence, and I noticed security cameras turning their mechanical heads as we approached the gate. His security card from within the car released the gate, and it trundled open. He drove slowly in and parked near the front door, my chest jumping—terrified it was his wife—as Chopper emerged, opening the car door for me. James handed him the car keys and he parked the shiny black vehicle as we went inside. James held my hand for balance as I took off my trainers at the front door. The main feature of the impressively high ceilinged foyer was a large wooden spiral staircase, and an open-plan view of the lounge and garden beyond. He led me warmly by the hand through to the lounge. It was more colourful than the cream and bronze themed townhouse. His lounge featured a large semi-circular blue leather modular couch, in front of an enormous plasma TV; and on the opposite wall, I recognised the impressively large Rothko painting which took precedence. Oddly, the dark purple and black hues didn’t darken the room, but light seemed to find the glossy black surface. ‘I love that painting!’ I said. ‘It’s a Mark Rothko, right?’ I asked James. He nodded, impressed. ‘Lars keeps threatening to steal it’ he grinned in satisfaction. ‘I’ve seen some from the same series at the Tate Modern’ I said. I lived not far from the gallery in London and often visited. I was stunned that he owned one. He led me to the adjoining kitchen, opening the fridge producing a chilled bottle of water. It was nearly midday and the day was heating up. I saw a large oval swimming pool out the conservatory doors. He offered me a glass of cold water and we drank together. ‘Through here is the kids’ lounge’ he said. It was a much messier room, littered with children’s shoes, and a smaller TV. A large white table was covered with Cali’s drawings and fabric samples. ‘There’s a pool outside’ he pointed. I had already noticed. I’d been thinking about swimming all morning. ‘Do we have time for a swim?’ I asked. James smiled enticingly. He knew I’d not brought a bikini with me. ‘Let me check with Ray’ he said, kissing me softly, he left me alone in the kitchen overlooking the garden. I took it all in with envy. He returned a minute later with Ray. ‘Fran said she was going to go straight from town to picking up Castor and the girls from school, then taking him straight to baseball’ Ray finished. The three of us stood in the kitchen contemplating the bizarre secretive arrangement. ‘What if Fran comes home?’ I interjected, the worry coming through on my voice. ‘Don’t worry, there’s lots of ways out of here, Ray will get you out and back across town’ James said matter-of-factly. He spoke as though it was normal for every manoeuvre to be on a military scale. Then again, I’d be naive to think I was first girl he’d sneaked into the house behind his wife’s back. James nodded shortly and Ray left the room, and I realised that he’d just dismissed his assistant. ‘I’ll show you upstairs’ he smiled, and he climbed the large staircase, and I followed him a step behind. ‘The girl’s rooms are down there’ he pointed, and Castor’s room is in the loft. He gestured to a smaller staircase leading upstairs to the third floor. ‘He’s got a cool telescope he uses to check on the girls next door with’ James grinned. I laughed; he certainly was becoming his father. ‘Music and stuff in there’ he said casually, showing me a large room lined with records. I wanted to see his vast collection. I smiled taking in more photos of him with the others on tour, and he and Francesca, at least ten years younger, backstage as we had been; her arm hung fondly around his shoulder. I noticed a Death Magnetic platinum framed record sitting on the floor. I cast my eyes to it, and he noticed my gaze. ‘I have way too many of those’ he sighed. ‘Kirk gave it to me because he was moaning he didn’t have any more room at his place’. ‘So how long have you lived here?’ I asked. His face dropped a little remembering the reason for their move. ‘Since 2002 when I came out of rehab. Francesca and I had broken up for a little while, and we she took me back, we decided that we needed to start over somewhere new’. His hands sunk sadly into his pockets. Some of the photos on the wall of his former self were obviously painful for him to look at. ‘Anyway, most of this shit’s in the upstairs studio at the house in town’ he said. I hadn’t yet ventured up there. In a change of mood, his horny hands settled on my waist to walk me from the music room to his bedroom. ‘And this is the master bedroom’ he drawled into my ear. I could tell that it was part of his ultimate fantasy to have me in his bedroom. It was as large as the downstairs lounge, and featured two walk in wardrobes, his and hers, as well as a marble ensuite. A large king sized bed with a wooden base, and a lilac and silver duvet, with several piles of large pillows. It was clearly his wife’s influence. He shut the door carefully behind me, and his naughty face turned into a wide smile. I predicted the exact words which feel from his eager mouth. ‘I want to fuck you in my bed’ he moaned. I accepted his horny mouth, I knew what he wanted. My hands went straight for his belt buckle, and he kissed me eagerly as I loosened it from around his waist. His hands didn’t work to undress himself, he wanted me to take off his clothes. He panted as I fumbled with his jeans, and lifted his shirt over his head. I felt his urgency, and I wanted him now in the same way his own eyes drilled into me. He led me fully clothed to the bed, turning me away from him, he pulled my tights down just a little, and teased me with his hardening dick against my butt, sliding underneath me into my knickers. It was as teasing as he’d ever been and I loved it. He pulled my tights and g-string down the rest of the way and his hands rubbed my butt in adoration. He kissed happily at my butt, and I realised he was working up the courage to rim me. I jumped a little in surprise as his tongue found me. My cries encouraged him, and his tongue worked me deeper. We were lost in each other’s pleasure for a few minutes, and when he finished, his breath exhaled successfully. ‘I’m so glad you liked that’ he whispered. I turned to face him, smiling at his brave choice. ‘I loved it’ I said eagerly. He grinned happily, and lifted my singlet from my chest, and he joined me kneeling on the bed. His roaming hands found an excuse to free me from my bra, and his fingers smoothed my nipples until they hardened to his touch. He took my soft breast in his mouth, and his tongue flicked at the round tip. I sighed happily. Each time we had sex, he was becoming less and less of a client, and more interested in pleasing me. He paused to take in my eyes, warming himself slowly in his hand. Despite our risky agenda, he was taking his time. ‘James, can I sit in your lap?’ I asked. He nodded, and spread his legs, holding himself firm. I straddled him, lowering myself onto him slowly. He held my waist and we rocked together to settle into a slow and loving rhythm. His strong body took my weight easily. I rolled my hips in his lap, watching his face contort in delight. ‘Hannah...’ he breathed. His earlier intimacy had taken me by surprise, and now, instead of the quick and fast fuck I’d expected, his body made love to me. We see-sawed into a blissful pace: taking turns for control. I took charge riding him, and then his strong hands took over, holding me still as he slid in and out. My face panted into his, and we shared a common pace. His breath was hot and I took turns at sampling his lips as I rode him, sliding up and down his torso. He couldn’t take it anymore, the suspense I could see building in him was desperate to climax. He lay me on my back, and crawled over me: his eyes staying with mine as he did. His face was emotional and kind, and my hands linked smoothly around his shoulders as he pushed lovingly into me. He tugged my knees to his waist, and controlled my legs: his back rolling into me with each thrust. I screamed as he aroused me, I couldn’t help that he’d found how to please me—the real Hannah. He burst into a faster pace; his body urgent to come. His waves rocked me, hard and energetically, moaning at his own rush. He came strongly, and his body buckled into mine with a series of powerful waves. I loved feeling his orgasm, it meant so much more than a quick fuck. His eyes met mine to check me. ‘Baby’ he panted. ‘I know exactly how to make you come’ he smiled knowingly. His mouth trailed down my panting stomach to my tingling flesh, and his mouth continued to wet me eagerly. He was right, his swirling tongue knew exactly what I wanted. His fingers rocked my opening gently as we worked me close. I screamed, and he returned his hard dick into me for my final rush. I held his shoulders as I shuddered to my own delicious orgasm. I loved the attention he gave me. He lay next to me breathing hard, his large hands smoothing my chest. His mouth made slowly to kiss me tenderly in thanks. ‘I think I’m in love with you’ he whispered. His words hung in the room while my mind whirred for a response. There was no way to answer that honestly, had he forgotten he was paying for the pleasure of my company? The risk of fucking me in his wife’s bed had been the ultimate thrill. My mouth covered his in silent response. |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 30 2010, 12:56 AM Post #81 |
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This update is written in the style of Belle's blog: Belle de jour: A blog on Loving Wealthy Clients Now, lets get one thing straight. I am, and have always been a whore. The only thing I love is money. Men pay for the girlfriend experience, and it’s expensive. But you’d be surprised just how many men can afford my hourly rate for a month. I’ve attended awards ceremonies, tedious conferences, and even weddings on the arms of wealthy clients who want to pay for the experience. James is no different. I knew from our first meeting that he wanted a companion lover. He can afford anything he wants, and like me, he knows just how to get it. He doesn’t know it, but he’s the same as nearly every client I’ve had who wants the live-in experience. He doesn’t realise that what he’s actually seeking is someone who imitates his wife. By flying me out to San Francisco, I knew he just wanted to push the boundaries as far as he could, to see just how close to his wife he could get me, and believe me, it’s the closest I’ve been. But honestly, I can’t tell you the hundreds of clients I’ve had who have waited until their wife was out of the house to fuck me in her bed. James is a professional. He knows how to be discreet. His whole life is centred around his privacy. I know how that is, and I don’t envy him for it. But I’m also not apologetic for his lifestyle because it’s the one he’s chosen. I’ve been hidden in secret houses before, but not one like this. It doesn’t surprise me at all that he has a place where he separates pleasure from his home life. Ultimately, if he’s hiring a call girl, it’s because he’s not getting it at home. The man has another house his wife doesn’t know about: ring any alarm bells yet?! I think that what is the most special to him, is my understanding of his need to be discreet. In letting me into his world, he isn’t just risking his wife finding out—and I’m sure she knows, they always do—but also his reputation in the press. And I’d like to stay anonymous to enjoy my new fortune, if I can, thank you. The other feature of a client who wants an authentic experience, is getting someone else to pay the girl. Never does money change hands between us, thus keeping the illusion ‘real’. What better than a team of assistants to do your dirty work for you, not to mention, keeping your secret. And like I said, I’m a whore. If a client wants me to be exclusive, he has to pay me for it. And yes, I fucked the whole band: why not? They’re hungry men with deep pockets. I’m no worse than a groupie. At least I charge well. And dear James: perhaps his foolish mind thinks he’s in love with me, after all, it’s a well known fact that men think with their dicks. But he’s also not forgotten the large sum he’s parted with, for me to part mine... |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 30 2010, 06:04 AM Post #82 |
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Lying next to me, James’ face looked melancholie: his eyes hung onto my face for a heartfelt response. My well timed kiss had not hidden the fact that I’d avoided a reply. ‘I love being here with you’ I said honestly. He shifted his weight on the bed to face me clearly, his arm hooking around my back lovingly. His body rolled onto mine with a tight embrace. His eyes surveyed my nude body with a smile. ‘I’m really falling for you’ he said in a whisper. I couldn’t tell if this was part of his game. If I was honest, I was fighting my instincts not to. ‘Yeah’ I agreed with a sigh. His face smiled warmly, he knew I didn’t want to commit to saying it too soon.I spoke teasingly to appease him. ‘I love your affection’ I kissed his nose; ‘I love your honesty’ I pecked his cheek; ‘and I love your body’ I kissed his mouth. He rolled happily over me, with a wide smile. ‘That’s good enough for me’ he kissed. ‘Do you also like skinny-dipping?’ he grinned. He’d remembered that I wanted a swim, the pool downstairs was so tempting on such a hot day. It was a pity I hadn’t thought of it, I had the perfect bikini back home. I smiled, a naked swim on a hot day with James sounded delicious. ‘Time to give some old men heart attacks’ he grinned. His face was curious at his own question, and he paused as he stood from the bed to collect us towels. ‘Can I ask your age?’ he seemed embarrassed. ‘I’m twenty-seven’ I answered openly, the question wasn’t too personal for me, but I didn’t ask him in return. ‘When I was 27, I didn’t have this much sex!’ he laughed. He threw me a towel, jokingly. ‘Cover yourself up!’ he smirked, and I wrapped the towel around me. He found his board shorts, and looped his towel around his neck, and we returned downstairs eager for a swim. Ray and Chopper stood across the lawn having an afternoon cigarette. My naked body was well in view as I dropped my towel. I paused, loosening my hair from a pony tail, and it fell around my shoulders. I was eager for the hot afternoon sun to warm my chest while I had an audience. James treaded water eagerly watching me, his eyes large and horny: I stepped slowly into the pool to join him. He lifted me straight into his arms and I was easily buoyant in the water. His mouth went straight for mine: my wet nude body was too much for him to resist. I dunked my head underwater to wet my hair and resurfaced to taste his mouth once more. My wet hair stuck to my chest and he moaned. He turned his head to see if we were alone, but Ray and Chopper were still watching with interest from across the lawn. I purposely bobbed my chest above the water, and James lowered his voice. ‘You make me feel so young’ he admitted warmly. I could tell he’d been thinking about our recent conversation. ‘I’m glad’ I returned happily. After an hour in the pool, I emerged and sunbathed: Chopper and Ray still watching happily from the backgarden. James watched me from the pool for a little while, before joining me on the lounger, pinning me down, he teased me with the erection in his board shorts. ‘I want to take you back upstairs’ he moaned with a dirty voice. I hooked my arms around his neck and he lifted me, carrying me inside and back to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed crawling over me once more. ‘Did you like teasing them like that?’ he asked, sucking at my neck. ‘Yes, but I think you enjoyed it more’ I said. By teasing Ray and Chopper, he was only exerting his influence that I was his. ‘Warm me up, I’m cold’ I said. I’d been nude for over an hour in the pool. He crawled over me and I reached into his shorts for his aching dick, and his face dropped happily open. His iphone buzzled loudly on the bed beside me. It’s 3:45, Castor’s game is at 4pm, Ray. ‘Oh shit! I’m gonna be late’ he swore. He jumped from the bed, and raced to dress himself. ‘I’m sorry darling’ he apologised, finding his jeans and a clean shirt. I dressed myself quickly too, it meant I would have to leave also. ‘Ray comes with me, so Chopper can take you home’ he offered. That was fine with me. |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 30 2010, 11:30 AM Post #83 |
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James held me in a long hug in the foyer, while Ray and Chopper parked our respective cars out front. ‘I don’t know when I’ll be able to get away next’ he said sadly. ‘I haven’t got many excuses without band practice’. ‘It’s alright’ I whispered. We’d had a full-on few days back in the city, and I needed to catch up on some sleep. The jet-lag had finally caught up with me. Chopper pulled up first at the front door in a dark SUV. I turned to James for a parting kiss, and he sadly let my hand break apart from his. He watched me climb into the front passenger seat, and I spent him a quick wave goodbye. ‘So where are you from, sweetheart?’ Chopper asked. He was keen to start a conversation, and I wasn’t surprised. ‘London’ I replied. ‘And you?’ I asked. I couldn’t spot his thick accent. ‘Oh, I’m born and bred in the Bay Area’ he said. He was a good type, a real rough outcast. ‘So how long have you been working for James?’ I asked. ‘I worked for Kirk for a few years’ he said, ‘then James got this big house and needed more security. So about ten, eleven years now’ he said. ‘I’ve seen his kids grow up and everything’. I smiled. ‘Do you tour with the band too?’ I asked. I didn’t remember seeing him in London. He shook his head. ‘Nah, all that travelling’s not for me. I stay here and look after the house and their families’ security when the band goes away’. We reached the Golden Gate Bridge and the city came into view in the distance. The clouds had risen up off the bridge and the view was almost unobscured to the bay on the other side. We were both silent for a minute taking in the view. ‘You’re a pretty girl, what do you do back in London?’ he asked, although I was sure by his question he already knew the answer. He’d overheard enough of our meetings to know exactly what I did for a living. ‘I’ve just finished University, and I work to provide discreet companionship’ I said with a sly smile. He smiled knowingly, but nodded sadly at the same time. ‘Francesca’s a good girl’ he said ‘and she’s put up with a lot from him, but lately she’s gone wrong’ he shook his head, turning off the bridge motorway and into the city. I didn’t want to push him for any more details; one rule of my job was that I was not a marriage counsellor. ‘So she doesn’t know about the house in town where I’m staying?’ I asked carefully. Chopper hesitated before answering. ‘James keeps us real quiet about it’ he said quickly. ‘If she does, she’s never called him on it. Lars knows; he’s stayed there before, and Kirk used to live nearby, and he’s visited too’. But don’t worry’ he added, ‘you’re pretty safe. We watch the townhouse too’. I wanted to ask him how many girls James had hidden away there in the past, but couldn’t bring myself to produce the words. Instead, he made the move on me that I’d been expecting. ‘You’ve got a fucking amazing body, if you don’t mind me saying’ he blushed. We were nearly home, we’d just turned up the steep Divisadero street. I took his comment as flattery and smiled warmly without replying. It had been fun to tease him. We pulled into the driveway and he turned off the car’s ignition, turning to face me with a horny look on his face. ‘Do you think you could give me a bit of that?’ he asked quietly, already unzipping himself eagerly. I paused and smiled firmly. ‘Can we talk about this inside?’ I suggested gently. He needed to know a few ground rules first. No cash, no sex. No freebies. I also preferred to be booked rather than solicited. He climbed eagerly from the car and let us into the house. I was still in my sports gear from the day I’d shared with James. ‘Can you wait for me downstairs, I need to change’ I said kindly. He obliged, he was sweeter than I first thought; he was a kind and quiet man. Perhaps I would amuse him for the sake of his services. I changed into my blue denim hotpants he’d seen me in the night before. I’d seen the lust in his eyes when he’d seen me. I paired it with a white v-neck singlet and tied my hair up into a high ponytail. He wasn’t getting ballroom-ready Belle if was only giving me a minute’s notice. Downstairs he was nervously waiting, and apparently unsure whether to watch television in his boss’ house. I went straight to the kitchen to get him a drink. I returned casually with two rum and coke’s. I slid gently into the seat on the couch next to him, and he accepted the can I offered him. ‘Lets talk about what you want’ I smiled gently. He was still stroking himself in his pocket. ‘I wanna see you naked again’ he mumbled. I waited as I was sure there was more on his mind. ‘And, I want you to suck my dick’. He checked his watch. ‘And I have to be back at the Hetfield’s before 5:30pm’ he said with a worried look on his face. ‘If that’s what you want then it’s $300 for 20 minutes’ I said quietly, giving him a minute to digest my offer. I had seen his face wince at the price. He wasn’t my usual clientele. ‘Shit, I don’t have any cash’ he moaned. I’d thought as much. ‘I tell you what’ I began slowly, and his face lit up. ‘Since you’re gonna be looking after me for a little while’ I said suggestively, if there’s no touching, I’ll strip for you for free, but if you want more, you’ll need to pay’ I explained kindly. I wasn’t really breaking my own rules, I knew he’d want to pay for the full show soon enough. He nodded vigorously to my suggestion. I stood and walked slowly across the room, standing in front of the couch opposite, unbuttoning my denim jeans and teasing them down my hips, and then up again rezipping them once more. He’d pulled his fat dick free from his trousers already, and he moaning in protest and I teased him. My singlet came easily off in one lift over my head. I teased him with the straps of my bra, until the cups fell loosely forward and the elastic straps slid down my arms. ‘Oh fuck!’ he moaned at the sight of my bare breasts all for him. He’d pulled himself hard and he was urgent after only a minute of my tease. I slid my shorts down my legs, and teased him tugging my knickers downwards at the corners. He pulled himself faster and I didn’t hold him back anymore; I was sure he was going to blow before I was finished. I rolled my g-string down my thighs and bent over, facing away from him, finding myself wet with a finger, I heard him moan painfully at his own bursting rush. The sight of my pussy, ready and bent over for him without being able to join in, was too much. A thick stream of paste covered his hand, and he shook himself in joy. I settled next to him on the couch once more and offered him my hand, and he sucked the length of my wet finger. ‘Oh my god, your pussy tastes so sweet’ he moaned. ‘More? Please?’ he begged me. I shook my head sadly. ‘That’s all you get’ I said ending the game. |
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| HellAngel81 | Aug 30 2010, 03:38 PM Post #84 |
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Sorry I didn´t reply sooner but internet isn´t working well for the last days.. Just wanna thank you for the pictures of Billie Piper (she´s hot )AND A BIG THANK YOU FOR EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER YOU ROCK!!! Sorry it´s a short message but my internet is dying again |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 31 2010, 07:39 AM Post #85 |
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For five days I enjoyed my own company, and had no visitors; except for noticing one afternoon that the house had been cleaned after returning from the city. Chopper had not returned, and I’d had no contact from Ray about James either. It killed me a little knowing I had James’ number, but wasn’t able to contact him. I found myself missing his company, and eventually I sent Ray a text in curiosity. Do you know when James can meet again? Hannah He’ll be with his family over the weekend, not until next week I imagine. Ray I accepted that I had the weekend to myself, and decided to explore the city instead. That evening, after a long day of shopping and an hour in front of the mirror trying on all my new shoes and clothes in turn, I finally got the reply I was hoping for. James can see you Saturday night. He’ll come by at 7pm for dinner. He’ll send Anton—the chef—around at 5pm. Ray Sounds great! I replied. Please ask James what he wants me to wear. Han x It was important: I didn’t want to be overdressed since we weren’t going out, but if he was planning a special evening—and I could tell that he was—I wanted to look my best for him. An hour later, a received a brief call from James. He must have been standing outside; I could hear the evening cicadas chirping. I imagined him standing in his spacious back garden. ‘Hello you naughty thing!’ he spoke quietly. ‘Ray tells me you’d like to know what I want you to wear?’ I laughed a little. ‘If I’m perfectly honest, I like you best wearing nothing at all’ he confessed softly with a horny voice. ‘What would you like me to wear before I get naked for you, James? I asked teasingly. I heard his breath turn heavy down the line. ‘Oh Jesus, baby’ he moaned. I heard him walking on stones, and a heavy door slide shut behind him. ‘I’m in my studio out the back now’ he said. His voice was back to a normal volume and less secretive. ‘I fucking loved those little black knickers you wore in London, the first time I saw you’ he began, ‘and I like those smooth bras that make your tits look rounder’ he confessed. I knew he was referring to a push-up bra: I had the perfect one in mind. ‘Would you prefer me to wear a dress, or be more casual?’ I asked. ‘Oh, I really wanna see you dressed up, you were so beautiful that night in Athens...’ he remembered. His voice was distant and dreamy, and I wondered if he was pleasuring himself. ‘I have some new things to show you tomorrow night, which I think you’ll enjoy...’ I teased. ‘Ooh darling’ he breathed, his breath was deep and horny, and I was certain his hand was stroking himself. ‘What kind of things, tell me!’ ‘I’ll show you tomorrow!’ I teased back, and he groaned. ‘Then will you talk dirty to me?’ he asked, and I knew he meant in the present moment; I could hear his breath catching gasps as he worked himself. ‘I love it when you fuck me really hard’ I said. ‘I love your big fucking dick,’ I moaned back, ‘it feels so fucking good’. I imagined his chest racing ahead, he was gasping openly down the line. I heard his hand jingling against a loose belt buckle, and knew he was rubbing himself fast. ‘I’m thinking about coming all over your beautiful titties’ he moaned. ‘Yeah, I love that’ I whispered back. His voice blushed loudly against the speaker, and his mouth let out a cry as he came. Although I couldn’t see his body, I knew his motions. His stomach would be rolling deliciously; his face would be red and dropped open, and his length swollen and twitching in his successful hand. ‘I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night, Hannah’ he promised. |
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| kirks_wife | Aug 31 2010, 07:43 AM Post #86 |
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Glad you liked the updates! No problem about the internet. Sorry to hear it's playing up for you! I really appreciate your comments
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| HellAngel81 | Aug 31 2010, 06:32 PM Post #87 |
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thanks i try to comment as often as i can....I´m glad you are here to post your story here also...because Metchicks board doesn´t work for my computer at the moment... don´t know why...But I´m happy I can leave a reply here
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| HellAngel81 | Aug 31 2010, 06:40 PM Post #88 |
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damn where is James´ phone number *looking around*I wanna have a call like that "His stomach would be rolling deliciously; his face would be red and dropped open, and his length swollen and twitching in his successful hand. " OMG!!! I´m dying here... btw...I love his stomach... |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 1 2010, 12:36 AM Post #89 |
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OH I KNOW! I love that little emote on the ph! Thank you! Glad you enjoyed their horny little phone call. Hannah was tricky enough to get what she wanted: A call from James when she can't call him.
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| kirks_wife | Sep 1 2010, 07:41 AM Post #90 |
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At 7am I woke to the sound of the front door downstairs clicking shut. Whoever it had been, they were leaving. By the time I opened the curtains, a dark SUV was disappearing down the steep street. I wrapped myself in my silk dressing gown and made downstairs to the kitchen. I was looking forward to finding what was waiting for my weekend breakfast. On the kitchen table, displayed in a large antique glass vase was an enormous bouquet of red roses, and a white envelope on the bench beside them: HANNAH. I opened it with a growing smile to see James’ blocked handwriting: HANNAH, I LOVE EVERY MINUTE I SPEND WITH YOU. YOU'RE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL AND TRUSTING PERSON. THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO HAVE YOU HERE AS MY LOVELY GUEST: I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO WITHOUT YOU. LOVE JAMES xoxox I smiled broadly, taking in his words and the sight of the beautiful roses. Their scent took up the kitchen, and reminded me deviously of the oil I’d bought in Prague. I lifted one from the vase and twirled the flower below my nose. On the bench under a silver tray cover were two toasted bagels, salmon, crème cheese and orange juice. I smiled, it was a perfect start to the day. I spent all day from 11am getting ready for him. I wanted to be as beautifully groomed as I could be. I knew he was trying hard to set the tone for a romantic evening with the little time that we had. I painted my nails clear, waxed my legs, moisturised my skin, and straightened my hair. For our evening I was wearing a black push-up bra with diamantes, his favourite pair of my tiny black knickers, underneath a silver Chanel mini-dress of taffeta, matched with purple satin Louis Vuitton heels. There was nothing for him to complain about. I’d kept my makeup simple; I knew he preferred natural-looking women. He arrived early at 6:45pm, and I was upstairs preparing my surprise for him for the latter part of the evening. Ray climbed the stairs quietly, and knocked softly on my door, interrupting me in laying out my final choices. His eyes scanned the room, and his face flushed in approval at what he saw. I’d laid out on the bed all of my favourite and recently purchased bras and knickers for James’ approval later that evening. ‘Downstairs...uuh, James umm, James is downstairs!’ he stuttered. I smiled kindly at him, amused at his embarrassment. I teased him knowingly. ‘Do I look okay?’ I asked innocently, turning in front of the mirror for him. Ray was still a little speechless. ‘Yeah!’ he blushed. I grinned; he was too easy to tease. ‘I’ll be just a minute’ I said taking my lipstick to the bathroom. Ray nodded silently, and waited patiently, as I checked my hair and applied my lipstick one last time. My lips were stained a perfect soft pink. I smiled at my reflection and returned to the bedroom, where Ray was patiently surveying my waiting lingere. ‘Alright’ he said. ‘Have a lovely evening, I’ll be back for James at midnight.’ I smiled, and Ray left me alone in the bedroom once more. I waited until I heard the front door click shut, and I emerged into the upstairs hallway, looking for James. His smiling face was waiting eagerly for me at the bottom of the stairs. He was dressed up himself: he had on a pair of light blue jeans, black leather shoes, and a crisp white shirt. His hair was clean and styled, and he was mesmerised as I stepped carefully down the stairs in my heels towards him, with a devious smile on my face. He smelt delicious and fresh, his aftershave was clean and it drew me straight to his mouth. His hands were nervous as he held me in a warm, welcoming kiss. We stood in the hallway in each other’s arms for a minute. ‘Oh my God, Hannah’ he whispered. ‘I could take you straight upstairs and forget all about dinner’ he smiled teasingly. His eyes surveyed my silver dress, the shaped cut down my chest where my curves popped. ‘You don’t look so bad yourself!’ I returned. His scent was driving me crazy. He kissed me once more with a horny mouth while his hands smoothed my sides. I felt his hands shaking on my waist, and l leant into his body to soothe him. I held his hands on my sides and smiled ‘Are you nervous?’ I asked kindly. He smiled back to me, his fingers still roaming my back. ‘I’m just...really, really turned on’ he confessed quietly. His adrenalin made his tongue dart nervously in my mouth. ‘Well, we’re going to have a lovely dinner and some fantastic fun afterwards’ I promised him with a brimming smile. I took his hand from my waist, and hooked my fingers into his, leading him by the hand to the kitchen. Anton was baking a delicious tomato and basil pasta with hot salami, and the kitchen smelt like a fresh herbs and warm bread. ‘Hello James; Hello My Dear’ he welcomed us both as we entered the kitchen searching for a drink. ‘Would you like a glass of wine?’ James asked. I shook my head at his kind offer. ‘I’ll have whatever you’re having’ I said. He produced two bottles of ginger beer from the large fridge; opening and offering me the first. I followed him happily as he led me to the lounge past the dining room table, which had been set-up to include the roses he’d sent that morning. ‘James the roses are so beautiful, thank you’ I kissed him, tasting the ginger beer in his mouth too. ‘You got the card too?’ he asked hopefully. ‘Yes, I did’ I kissed him in thanks, and I realised I was embarrassed. He’d been so heartfelt and honest. His card was on my bedside table upstairs. He’d see it later. We sat on the brown leather chaise, and he offered me the corner. I sat across him, swinging my long legs over his lap in my purple heels; my dress shortening as I did, he had a perfect view of my upper thighs. His hands smoothed my bare skin as we sipped our beers. When his eyes couldn’t leave my feet in my high heels, I bent my foot to nudge his groin gently with the satin toe. I felt his balls growing through his pants, and teased him with the long and pointy heel. He reached for himself protectively as I did. ‘You like high heels, don’t you?’ I whispered knowingly into his ear. He nodded hungrily, and I shimmied closer into his lap, and removed both shoes. Now that I’d worn them downstairs, they served no further purpose on my feet. I handed them to him to hold and touch: they were made of a glorious shiny purple satin. ‘Do you like feet generally, or just the shoes?’ I asked. My bare feet and toes now settled on the inside of his thigh. ‘The shoes’ he said breathlessly. ‘How did you know?’ he asked. I smiled, I was good at picking up on my client’s fetishes, and James had been paying attention to my shoes for many weeks now. He held them in interest, caressing the satin in envy. ‘I had a hunch’ I said softly, leaning in for his neck. His throat looked so edible, I kissed at his white skin for a few seconds, kissing down his neck and tasting the sweetness of his aftershave that was driving me wild. I returned to his mouth, and we kissed eagerly, his body twisting to face me, we slid hungrily down the couch together. He hadn’t planned on it: I could see he wanted to keep from bursting before dinner. He was already dry-humping me hard. He lifted my short dress above my butt to open my legs to him. He paused above me to think of taking the chance, and urgently he made the quick decision, unzipping his fly and pulling himself out. He slipped my g-string aside, covered my mouth with his hand, and pushed the half of his visible length into me. He knew I would scream before he did, and he was right. Even with his fingers in my mouth, I gasped out loud, and he smiled as he continued, hushing me with his palm held firmly across my lips. After a minute of fun, his hips withdrew from me. His erection still bold; he re-zipped himself. His game was not meant to last, he had just wanted a quick tease to satisfy his nerves. He smoothed my g-string back into place and tugged my dress below my hips once more. He paused to look at me with a broad smile: 'Fuck I love you!’ he whispered desperately. |
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James is so sweet..THEY are so sweet togehter!!


thanks
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7:06 PM Jul 11