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| kirks_wife | Sep 10 2010, 10:42 AM Post #106 |
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Yeah! I put that Horny Sluts 14 in for a good laugh, so I'm glad you appreciated it! As you can tell, I have a very subtle sense of humour!I have the rest planned out/in draft form, and it's coming to a close. Thanks for your comments as always! More up soon!
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| elena | Sep 10 2010, 02:13 PM Post #107 |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 13 2010, 07:35 AM Post #108 |
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Sorry for the delay in updating. I've been really sick with the flu. Upstairs, curled up warm in my bed, he was the perfect gentleman once more. It was lovely knowing he was staying the night, and we wouldn’t have to rush through our evening by midnight. He kissed at my throat and my chest, taking his time surveying my skin. His muscles showed under his inked skin. I smoothed his arms with my hands impressively. ‘Your body is incredible’ I whispered. He smiled; his chest growing with the compliment. ‘My wife hates my tattoos’ he confessed. ‘Really?’ I asked in surprise. I’d seen the large decorative letter F on his left hand. ‘Is this for her?’ I asked turning his hand towards me. He nodded. ‘It’s about a few things: but yeah, that’s for her’ he swallowed hard. His hand settled warmly on my bare waist. He drew my body towards him, and I smiled, linking my arms around his neck. His body rolled happily onto me; his warm face taking in mine, and his lips kissed me gently. ‘Can you help me with something?’ he asked deviously. ‘Sure’ I breathed, already sure I knew what he wanted. I reached for his dick and tugged gently at the smooth head. His face moaned happily, but his hand pulled me away. ‘Not that, actually’ he smiled, ‘Although, you can do that after’ he grinned. ‘I was hoping you could teach me something’ he said. I was surprised but I agreed. ‘Of course, what is it?’ I asked curiously. ‘Well, Francesca is always telling me I’m too rough, that I should be gentler. She says I never take enough time to get her excited too’ he explained in a small voice. I was amazed: he was so good at pleasing me. He was the most gentle lover I’d had in a long time. If anything, I wanted him to be rougher still! ‘I want to connect with her again’ he said honestly. ‘Alright, I can show you’ I smiled. ‘Does she like really slow, gentle sex rather than fast and rough?’ ‘Absolutely’ he nodded. I understood what his wife was wanting. He was describing a woman who never had much quality time with her husband, and all she wanted was the loving attention from slow, sensual sex, and not the fast, quick and urgent kind to which he was accustomed. ‘Well, you need to take your time with her’ I explained. ‘She’ll need a lot of slow, gentle touching. You need to lie her down, take your time. Maybe give her a massage or undress her slowly, then just pay attention to her. His loving hands stroked me as though I were his wife. I lay on my back as he stripped back the sheets and took in the sight of my nude body. The back of his fingers caressed my soft pale skin, and he watched my skin turn to goosebumps as his nervous fingers trailed me. ‘Like that?’ he whispered. I nodded; my hands reaching for his face to take in his lips in approval. His hand lifted my inner thigh, bending my leg for him. He teasingly ran his fingers along the smooth inside of my thigh, watching my face for my expression with a horny smile. He could see his gentle touch was working on me, my stomach rolled as I grew hornier and even more desperate for him to touch me. I wanted to give him a hint. ‘It drives me crazy when you lick my thighs’ I suggested. His mouth went straight for the smooth pale skin with enthusiasm, and my legs shook in excitement. It was such a delicious treat of what was to come. His tongue slid warmly up my leg, stopping to tease my wet cunt with a kiss before driving me wild working on my thigh once more. ‘James!’ my head bucked back in pleasure, tugging his eager head of blonde hair back to me. ‘Please, that’s enough teasing, I want you now’ I begged. Tired himself of his tease, he moved directly to my begging cunt, tasting me excitedly with his horny mouth. ‘Oh my God’ he breathed, surfacing to rub me with his fingers. ‘I want to fuck you so much’ he begged desperately. ‘Yeah, please!’ I urged him with a desperate whisper. He was already hard and bearing over me, and it was easy for his desperately hard dick to find me willing and ready underneath him. He was already so excited from our game watching DVD’s downstairs, that he pumped me hard with the urge to finish. I loved his rough urgency: I was surprised that his wife did not. I loved his arm muscles, tight and strong holding himself above me. ‘Hannah’ he smiled, watching the joy on my face. I moaned openly, the strength of his body had taken me over once more. I held onto his arms with shaking hands as he make me come once more. He followed through with powerful bursts of his own, moaning at his own success. At the sight of my pleasure, I saw his face crumble in realisation and heavy tears run down his cheeks. He stopped to withdraw; his chest panting hard. I thought I knew what had happened inside his guilty mind. He knew, in the act of pleasing me, that I was and never could match the love he felt for his wife. ‘I’m so sorry, Hannah’ he apologised. He stood from the bed and wiped the tears from his face. I watched him in concern, as he struggled with his emotions. He sat on the end of the bed, with his back to me, taking in another adulterous moment in his life. ‘She says I hurt her sometimes’ he confessed after a long silence in a small voice. ‘That’s why I hold back’ his face dropped in shame. I remembered the first time we’d met that he’d been afraid to touch me, afraid to give me his full length. ‘I’ve said and done so many things with you I could never have done with my wife’ he said honestly. I understood all too well: it was usually the reason why men hired me. ‘You know how she wrote, how she asked me if you were just another girl I met on tour, or if you were someone I was seeing seriously?’ he gulped and turned to face me honestly. I knew he had been feeling a connection for far longer than I had. For me, it was as recent as last week, the realisation that I enjoyed his company above any other client I’d ever had, and that I missed him when we were apart, and felt and appreciated the love he was offering me. ‘I really feel now like I’m cheating on my wife’ he admitted painfully. ‘Hannah, if I’m honest, I don’t think she’s going to take me back’ he said. ‘You don’t know that’ I said compassionately. ‘She’s forgiven you before because you had the strength to make major changes in your life, and she seems like she’s giving you a chance to think and explain yourself this weekend’ I reminded him. ‘The fact that she’s giving you a chance, means she loves you and she wants you to think about how to make things work’ I explained to him. He nodded, he seemed to have taken action in his mind. His demeanour had changed, and I could tell he was anxious to fix things with his wife. ‘I want to feel with her, what I just felt with you’ he admitted. I understood, and I knelt next to him on the bed, hugging his warm, bare chest as he took in the effect of his heavy thoughts. After a little while, I crawled cold back under the covers. ‘James, will you join me?’ I whispered. He accepted, climbing back into bed with me. As soon as he kissed me goodnight on the forehead, and hugged me tight like a friend, I knew in his mind that he had realised what our purpose had been. I had successfully brought him back to loving his wife, and only time would tell if she would take him back. |
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| HellAngel81 | Sep 13 2010, 08:25 AM Post #109 |
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Awww....that was so cute that James thinks he´s a bad lover.... You are not James!! :lol: "His demeanour had changed, and I could tell he was anxious to fix things with his wife." Ohh...well...I would have loved him & Hannah to be together... Thank you so much for the update, that´s what I needed this morning! Hope you´re feeling better yourself?!
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| kirks_wife | Sep 17 2010, 09:30 AM Post #110 |
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Thanks! I went to the show on wednesday at it was AMAZING!!! I'm still sick, but improving slowly. Thanks for asking New update going up now! |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 17 2010, 09:32 AM Post #111 |
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Sorry for the delay in this update. I saw the guys live on wednesday and it was AMAZING!!!! This update along with the next one or two, are from James’ point of view, since Hannah is not going to be meeting Fran, and everyone is curious to know how their meeting goes. Enjoy! On Sunday afternoon—knowing his wife and family would have returned from their weekend away—James arrived cautiously seeing Fran’s car in the drive. They were back from Sacramento, he saw Ray through the open front door taking bags from Fran’s hands, unloading their gear. She stood chatting with Ray, with Marcella close at her side. James watched them for a moment before stepping from the car. Chopper was already moving towards him to open the car door and welcome him home. James’ chest rushed faster with anxiety at the sight of Francesca knowing that they had a serious conversation to come. Chopper greeted James, opening the car door he took the car keys from his hand. Sensing James’ nervousness Chopper began in a low voice: ‘She’s just got home...’he began, before James’ youngest daughter caught her father’s arrival. Marcella bolted from her mother’s side in the foyer and ran across the drive into her father’s arms. James lifted her happily to his chest. ‘Daddy! Guess what!’ Marcella squealed excitedly. ‘Kirk’s got two new horses at the ranch! And one’s a baby horse!’ she exclaimed. ‘Really, a foal?’ James asked with interest. He smiled at his daughter’s enthusiasm. ‘Pleeease, Daddy can we get horses here? Pleeease?’ Marcella begged her father for the hundredth time. He laughed off her question once more. ‘We’ll have to see’ he said ambiguously with a smile. They walked together to the entrance of the house and Marcella slid from his arms running playfully into the lounge. Ray and Fran stood awkwardly in the foyer at James’ arrival. James nodded politely to Ray, dismissing him, but adding a gentle request. ‘Please could we have some time, a couple of hours perhaps?’ he asked. Ray nodded, slipping peacefully out the door, leaving James and his wife facing each other. James’ hand reached for his wife’s side, and leant to kiss her hopefully in welcome. She responded with a short kiss in reply. ‘James?’ she asked sadly. ‘Where have you been this weekend? You weren’t here when we got home.’ Her eyes hung sadly on his for an explanation. She spoke softly, not wanting the girls to overhear. James’ eyes scanned the lounge for his son Castor, but he was absent. They walked towards the lounge and Fran paused. ‘I don’t want the girls to hear us fighting’ she admitted, setting the tone for their confrontation. She turned to look anxiously behind her: Cali and Marcella sat at the table in the far lounge, both were talking and drawing happily. James heard Castor’s loud music coming from his upstairs bedroom and located his son in his mind. James opened the French doors to the outside garden and they both stepped silently outside, shutting the door behind them. They walked across the lawn past the swimming pool and towards James’ studio. The large backyard looked onto a private forest lined with dark trees the city-scrapers topping their view in the distance. They sat on a large wooden bench overlooking a long line of garden gnomes hidden between the bushes. James’ guilty face could hardly bring himself to look at his wife. Francesca was quiet: she was waiting for answers and wanted him to start. The afternoon sun tried to warm the situation. James cleared his throat awkwardly to begin. ‘I’m sorry you found out the way you did’ he choked. It was a bad start, but it was true. He swallowed hard and continued. ‘I met her in Europe at first, and it was just for some company and a bit of fun. And only because I missed you!’ he added quickly. Fran’s face looked away from her husband, her eyes watering quickly: thick tears fell down her face. ‘I don’t understand’ she admittedly quietly through her tears. ‘You were only there for a week!’ she exclaimed. James didn’t want to correct her, knowing the pain it would cause her to know he’d seen Hannah for the first time six months before, and nearly every day here in San Francisco for the past six weeks. ‘It doesn’t explain the knickers I found in your jeans, James’ she pointed out obviously. ‘Is she local, or did you meet her in Europe?’ she demanded, her voice raising hotly. She’d deftly spotted the contradiction in James’ story. He desperately wanted to keep his town house a secret for himself. He needed that space, something of his own in a life that was largely no longer private. And he knew that horrible truth of his hidden prize: the last thing he wanted was for her to see Hannah. James didn’t want to answer her question, the truth was not kind. ‘You know what, it doesn’t matter!’ she exclaimed in annoyance. Apparently though, she did want to know. She shot back with another series of questions. ‘So who is she? Do I know her? How long has this been going on for?’ ‘Her name is Hannah’ James replied simply. ‘And no, you do not know her’ he said plainly. It pained him to answer the last question and reveal the truth of his infidelities. ‘And I first saw her in London in early 2009’ he replied, ‘I saw her again during the Sonisphere tour in Europe this summer’ he confessed. He was trying to avoid the truth of her presence in San Francisco. He was quiet again, and Fran pushed him on final piece of evidence. ‘Have you seen her since you’ve been back?’ she asked knowingly. It was clear that he had. The lacy g-string had not materialised from nowhere. James breathed deeply and she caught his eye, looking for the truth. His guilty expression gave him away instantly. ‘So she is here in San Francisco?!’ Fran demanded wildly. James’ silence marked his guilt once more, and she hit him fiercely on the arm. His face was surprised but he took the blow; he knew he deserved far more. ‘WHERE IS SHE, NOT HERE?!’ Fran yelled looking back at their large house. He’d had other women in the house before. She was mutinous: James’ face was blank with fear. He shook his head without a word. ‘Is that where you’ve been this weekend, with her?’ she demanded. She was smart, she was making the connection based on only a tiny amount of information. ‘JAMES! Answer me!’ she screamed. He jumped as she demanded an answer. Her voice carried into the forest beyond their garden. ‘Yes’ he said in small voice. His eyes looked to her honestly and he didn't see it coming: her hand hit his face viciously with a loud slap. His hand touched his face reactively out of surprise. She’d never hit him before, he looked at her face and saw she was immediately sorry. ‘It was only because I missed you’ he cried seeing his wife’s pain at his wickedness. ‘I just wanted her to be you!’ he admitted sadly, tears pouring from his eyes. ‘I just wanted to feel young again!’ he admitted. Francesca took a step back in surprise. ‘So she’s much younger? She asked, her face dropping sadly. James couldn’t make even the tiniest of nods, his face looked sadly at his feet. ‘Well, what’s she like?’ Fran demanded hotly, ‘Does she do all the things I won’t do? Is she 25, skinny, blonde and attractive?’ Fran didn’t know how painfully right she was. James paused clearly not wanting to reply. ‘The fact is that it’s over'...Fran’s eyes widened dangerously...'it’s over with her’ he clarified. ‘I want us to be intimate again’ he said hopefully. ‘I miss everything about the way we used to be when we were younger. We were more spontaneous, we used to stay up late talking and have great sex. We used to be so much fun!’ he lamented. ‘Please don’t take all the fun away’ he pleaded. ‘I miss seeing your beautiful naked body, I miss kissing you, I miss fucking you and making you scream...’ Fran interrupted him before he could finish. ‘James, this isn’t about sex!’ she shot back. ‘No! It’s about being in love with you, and feeling like you at least love me back still!’ he yelled. ‘Don’t yell, the girls are watching!’ Fran snapped. James turned to see the faces of his two daughters watching them in concern through the glass doors. ‘Francesca, please. Can we please try and be more intimate? I need you and I need to feel loved’ he pleaded. Fran shook her head. ‘It’s not that easy’ she said sadly. ‘How can I trust you?!’ James nodded sadly, he knew and he understood. He tried to explain to her what Hannah had been to him without revealing the honest truth of her services... ‘This other girl was only about the sex’ he said badly, hoping it would please his upset wife. ‘You’ve been fucking her for months, James!’ Fran yelled, breaking her own rules. Cali opened the French doors from the lounge they had exited from and made her way slowly towards them across the back yard. ‘You refuse to have sex as punishment for ‘that’... James pointed painfully to his studio remembering his drunken blackout, it had been a mistake which he fully regretted. ‘You keep me a prisoner in my own home! I’m not allowed near bars to see my friends!’ he moaned. ‘I only do those things to help you James, because I want to keep you healthy! I know you need help, and I’m trying to help you!’ she cried. She tried to calm her feelings knowing Cali was approached. Marcella was also creeping slowly towards where their parents stood. ‘I’m sorry James if I made you do this. I try and do as much as I can for you and our family’ she admitted quietly. She wiped her tears not wanting her daughters to see. James held up his hand like a stop sign to his daughters, they were now standing concerned by the swimming pool, straining to overhear their conversation. Cali took Marcella’s arm and they sat together waiting. ‘This girl’ Fran asked him openly, ‘what did she give you that I couldn’t?’ she asked. ‘Nothing’ James admitted. ‘You are my everything, Francesca. I love you’ his trembling face took in her expression, hoping for forgiveness. ‘I’ve missed you too’ she admitted, accepting his remorse. He opened his arms to his wife, hoping she would accept his apology, and she moved into his arms crying softly against his chest. They stood together, for a minute before she stood back to take another look at her husband’s face. His cheek was stung red from her stinging blow: she brushed his face gently in apology with the back of her hand. ‘I’m sorry, James’ she whispered. ‘It’s okay...’ he grumbled lowly. He knew he deserved it. Pleased with their parent’s reunion, Cali led her younger sister to greet them in the back garden. ‘Hi girls’ James gulped. Cali knew more than Castor or Marcella what was going on. James had been alarmed by her intuition from her phone call earlier that weekend. She knew astutely what was happening. Fran took them both into a hug, and the four of them stood together. Fran’s face was still teary; James’ eyes were red, and his face was slapped pink. ‘Everything’s gonna be okay, alright?’ James reassured his girls. Cali looked at him with large hopeful eyes. He nodded to his oldest daughter and she smiled happily. Marcella hugged her father’s thigh. ‘Daddy, can I have a pony, please?’ she begged, knowing now was the perfect time to exploit his emotional weakness. Fran and Cali laughed. ‘Sure, honey’ James replied, his heart was too weak to resist. He lifted Marcella lovingly into his arms, and she embraced her father with a happy scream of delight. |
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| HellAngel81 | Sep 17 2010, 11:11 AM Post #112 |
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Yeah, I know you have been at the concert Like I said over at metchicks: Glad you had a good time! *sigh* I wish I could have been there too I´m craving to see them again...oh well...at least I have a new haircut..like my friends say "Hetfieldish" Hope you will feel better soon! But after THAT MEDICINE on Wednesday you must have the fastest recovery ever :lol: |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 17 2010, 11:13 AM Post #113 |
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Thanks! Yeah, I feel a lot better having seen the boys!!! Did you see my update? |
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| HellAngel81 | Sep 17 2010, 11:27 AM Post #114 |
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Yeah....sorry, my boss just interrupted me.... :angry: Wow!! That was a intense chapter. All the wrought-up feelings between James and Fran. For the first time I´m seeking for worlds here... ![]() Very well written!!! I´m curious what will be happening next.. Thanks for the update! |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 17 2010, 11:55 AM Post #115 |
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Oh sorry, I didn't know you were at work! Thanks! Yep, I'm writing more at the moment
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| kirks_wife | Sep 17 2010, 04:11 PM Post #116 |
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‘So how many ponies are we getting?’ James asked his daughters jokingly. He had his hand covering his face pretending despair. ‘Seven!’ Marcella yelled happily. She’d written her father a colourful list in multi-coloured crayons alongside a picture of a unicorn. ‘Seven!’ He laughed. ‘Horses are a lot of work’ he said. ‘How about one each: one for you, and one for your sister?’ he suggested, testing both his daughters’ ecstatic faces. Fran rubbed Castor’s shoulders. He’d been silent all evening. ‘Don’t worry’ she whispered. ‘Your Dad has a good surprise for you too’ she kissed her son’s head affectionately and his face lit up. ‘Okay, time for bed’ Fran clapped her hands and ushered their three upstairs. James didn’t know yet if he was welcome back in his own bed. He’d spent the last night he’d been at home in the spare room, too frightened with her fury to dare join her in bed. He waited pensively downstairs on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand. Half an hr later Francesca returned, descending the stairs slowly. ‘James, are you coming to bed?’ she asked gently with a smile. He had been waiting for her to ask. He smiled in acknowledgement and the climbed the stairs with his wife. He climbed hopefully into bed while she showered. He’d wanted to join her at first, but thought instead he’d prefer the suspense of waiting for her to emerge. When she did, he was not disappointed. She blow-dried her long blonde hair while he watched. She’d not let the towel loose from her tanned body, and he wished she would. When her hair was dry she turned to face him, peeling open her towel to reveal her body to him, she slinked into bed next to him. ‘Darling...’ he breathed happily, rolling eagerly onto her body. He was horny and moving fast, already fractioning his body over her, begging for her body. ‘James, slow down!’ she broke from his horny mouth, pushing his chest off her. He had pinned her down fast. ‘We haven’t had sex in nearly a year!’ he moaned. ‘You can’t just jump on me’ she explained. ‘Think about me too, James’ she begged of him. He was confused, he thought she wanted him. He moved off her and lay beside her, rubbing his face with his hand. ‘Fuck!’ he sighed. He’d meant to be more attentive to her, he’d practiced with Hannah after all... ‘I’m sorry’ he apologised. ‘It’s okay, James’ she replied a little sternly. ‘It’s too soon anyhow, and it’s been a long day’ she kissed him goodnight switching off the light, signalling that their attempt was over. His hand reached for hers under the blankets curling around her body, and she accepted his friendly gesture. He curled behind her spooning her body he so badly desired. ‘Please can we start over? I’ll go slow, I promise’ he asked hopefully. She turned to face him in the dark. ‘James, I need a bit of time’ she explained. ‘I’m still hurt and I will be for a while’ she confessed. He’d thought as much. ‘Okay’ he whispered, kissing her shoulder in the dark. |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 18 2010, 02:46 PM Post #117 |
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Hannah’s POV I’d not heard from James for three nights, instead I’d been enjoying the city. I was sure from the way he’d confessed his desire to reconnect with his wife that my trip to San Francisco would soon be drawing to a close. Later that week I sent Ray a curious text. Does James want to see me again? I asked, although I thought I already knew the answer. I’ll get back to you, was his only reply. It was now late August, and I’d been away from London since June. I was beginning to miss my friends, my locals and the London way of life. I was now living nearly independently at James’ town house. Chopper visited only once a week with groceries, and Ray didn’t make contact often at all. I’d politely not ventured upstairs to his studio, but out of interest I climbed the stairs and turned the doorhandle slowly. The room was packed full of gear, guitars, records and gear. Unlike the minimalist theme of the rest of the house, the walls were covered in hanging photographs, gold records and images, most of them several decades old. They were mostly photos of James with long, wild blonde hair alongside Lars, Kirk and a man with long golden brown hair I didn’t recognise...It was the only place in the house with pictures of her. Francesca was tall, blonde and gorgeous. She laughed happily in photos of them both: they looked at least twenty years younger. Her wedding dress was tight around her swelling middle and James’ hands displayed his new wife proudly. My phone vibrated in my pocket making me jump. James is on his way to town, he’ll come by very soon. Ray. I headed downstairs once more feeling slightly guilty that I’d gone into his studio after all. James’ truck pulled into the drive only a few minutes later. He was with Ray, and they both looked quickly around before making for the front door. I welcomed them both in, Ray waited patiently at the door as James led me into the lounge kindly. ‘Hannah, I can’t stay for long’ he said seriously. I could tell immediately from his body language that he wasn’t here for sex. ‘I just wanted to tell you that I’m working things out with my wife’ he smiled happily. I smiled back, I was genuinely pleased for him. I knew that was what he wanted, what he’d wanted in hiring me. He needed a way to get back to her. ‘That’s great, James’ I smiled, stepping in closer to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. ‘Thanks’ he blushed. ‘Now, I just wanted to say that you’re welcome to stay for the rest of the summer if you like, but that Ray can organise you a plane ticket home whenever you like’ he said, indicating that his interest in my services was over. ‘Okay, thank you James’ I smiled. It hurt a little to be having such a professional conversation, but I could tell that he needed space from me to work out things with his wife. ‘I’m happy to go home later this week’ I admitted. I’d had a wonderful two months in his beautiful house. I was teary as he leant in for a final hug. ‘I’ll miss you, James’ I choked. His face withdrew from our hug to take note of my eyes. There was no adequate way to thank him for his hospitality, and the way I felt about him. ‘I’ll miss you too, sweetheart’ he said gently. His lip trembled and he couldn’t bring himself to stay with me anymore. ‘Goodbye Hannah’ he breathed quietly, kissing me softly on the lips. He turned and walked down the hallway, exiting through the open door. I waved a short goodbye, and he lowered his dark glasses to his face to hide his red eyes, before Ray closed the door on our final union. |
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| HellAngel81 | Sep 20 2010, 07:30 AM Post #118 |
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Well, I really don´t know what to say about Fran and James....everything about their relationship is so tense....and to me it´s not just because James cheated on her.And this: ‘I’ll miss you, James’ I choked. His face withdrew from our hug to take note of my eyes. There was no adequate way to thank him for his hospitality, and the way I felt about him. ‘I’ll miss you too, sweetheart’ he said gently. His lip trembled and he couldn’t bring himself to stay with me anymore OMG....I cried the whole time reading it..... And a part of me was screaming "NO! Don´t go!!! I´m to emotional.... Thanks for the last two chapters! Can´t wait to read more |
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| kirks_wife | Sep 20 2010, 11:29 AM Post #119 |
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The landline phone in James’ townhouse had been ringing constantly that morning, but I was too nervous to answer it. James and Ray both had my cell phone number, so I concluded that whoever it was, was not looking for me. After the third call that night I was finally curious enough to pick up. I didn’t say anything to keep my anonymity. I was still worried his wife might be testing the line. Instead, I waited for the person on the other end to speak. ‘Hannah?’ a familiar male voice asked. ‘Yes?’ I questioned, I was surprised that the caller had guessed my identity. Very few people knew I was here. ‘It’s Lars’ he revealed. My mind ticked in recognition. ‘I just heard you were still here’ he confessed. ‘I wanted to ask you something, if that’s okay?’ he asked. He sounded nervous. ‘Sure’ I offered, although I knew what he wanted. ‘My wife and my youngest son are in New York this weekend’ he explained. ‘Would you like to come over tonight?’ he asked. ‘Sure, but I’m flying out tomorrow morning’ I explained. ‘Then I’ll have to keep you awake all night, baby’ he teased. ‘And I’ll have someone take you to the airport in the morning, okay? ‘Alright’ I smiled warmly down the phone. Lars was much closer to my typical client: direct and horny. ‘I’ll send my assistant over at 5pm, okay?’ I stopped a laugh. The amount of assistants and go-between people they had was ridiculous. ‘Okay, great!’ I laughed a little down the line. I was packed and ready when the car pulled into the drive. The paparazzi were around, so we made the transition as quick as possible. It was odd leaving James’ town house which had been my home for nearly two months. When I opened the front door I had expected another man like Ray, and instead, a woman my own age greeted me. ‘Hello Hannah’ she said with concern. ‘Quickly’ she ushered me into the car first away from the cameras, and loaded my gear into the car herself. She returned to the drivers’ seat and we drove cautiously down Divisadero to the motorway turn off; the same way James and I had to his house. I remember from James’ tour, that he had said Lars lived just north of him in Tiburon. ‘I’m Jenny’ she said, not unkindly, but professionally. We turned sharply down a steep side street in an attempt to get away from the paparazzi. She drove distractedly, concerned with their pursuit. ‘Were you on tour with the band in Europe?’ I asked her. I wondered if she was one of Lars’ two assistants who had seen us together the first time he’d booked me. ‘No, I’m Lars’ live-in nanny and home assistant when his kids are with Skylar’ she explained. I remembered James’ x-rated video and caught a laugh before it escaped from my mouth. ‘I see’ I said. We were on the Golden Gate Bridge heading north once again. I swallowed hard, thinking of James. The view across the bay today was clear and the sky was an enticing blue. The sky was slowly changing to a dark blue to become a beautiful, peaceful evening. ‘Good, I think we lost them’ she said. ‘They see me leaving Lars’ house and think I’m going to get the kids so they follow me’ she explained sadly. We passed the turn off to James’ house and continued up the freeway to Tiburon. There was a tense silence and Jenny was hesitant to broach the topic of my visit. Perhaps she didn’t care, she didn’t ask and unlike Ray, she didn’t brief me on protocol for being with Lars. We pulled into a modern suburban neighbourhood set on a series of twisting roads on the steep hill. Lars’ house was and large and modern, hidden behind a large electric gate. Either side of the front door were two large canons, and a stone sculpture of a man in a disturbed shape. The center of the house was circular, and the entranceway led up towards a spectacular circular flight of stairs. Lars trotted casually downstairs to greet us. Jenny spoke first. ‘I checked with Skylar but she doesn’t have the laptop with her’ she explained. ‘Fock!’ Lars exclaimed. Apparently he’d lost it. ‘This is the third focking one Layne has lost this year’ he moaned. ‘Seriously, I don’t know what the kid does with them’. Jenny left us alone without an introduction. I assumed she knew my purpose. ‘Hello Hannah’ Lars changed his tone graciously. ‘You look beautiful tonight’ he offered kissing me in welcome. I was wearing my tight blue jeans, a cream Chanel linen jacket over a loose black singlet, and black suede heels. My hair was in loose curls and I wore large gold bangle earrings. He led me through his impressive house to the kitchen. ‘Can I interest you in a drink? I have pretty much anything you want’ he boasted opening the stacked fridge. It was true, he did. I surveyed the bar he had on offer. ‘Just a Heineken is fine’ I smiled and he offered me a green can. He led me to another level of the house which overlooked the spacious backyard and a large oval swimming pool. I was considering beginning my client conversation with him to settle the fee and my services, but before could he offered himself. ‘What do you charge for an evening, darling?’ he inquired casually. He pulled a large wad of cash from a hidden safe in the wall. ‘Ten thousand’ I said calmly, knowing I could’ve told him anything and he would agree. He counted and parted the notes easily. ‘There you are my dear’ he said, handing me the cash graciously. ‘Thank you’ I smiled warmly teasing him with my eyes as I slipped the notes into my handbag. Our transaction was quick and professional. We settled on the couch and Lars’ hand was quick to creep up my thigh suggestively. He leant in and kissed me with beer on his breath. His tongue was warm and horny, and his hand moved higher teasing me. I heard a door shut downstairs and the sound of footsteps around the house. I broke from him mouth momentarily. ‘Don’t worry, my assistants live way down the other end of the house’ he explained. I returned my focus to his list of demands. ‘I want to fuck you hard until you scream and you’re begging for more’ he teased. His voice lowered to a raspy and horny whisper. I reached for his groin: I was desperate to feel his excitement. ‘I want you to suck my dick, baby’ he groaned with a feverish whisper. ‘I want you to make me fucking hard’ he drawled. ‘Yeah?’ I teased him back with an open mouth. His mouth dropped open as I found his dick against my palm through the tight denim of his jeans. I kissed him fast with hungry approval, I was panting hard already. ‘Show me your bedroom’ I demanded naughtily. |
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| HellAngel81 | Sep 21 2010, 10:08 AM Post #120 |
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So....Lars seize the day, huh? :lol:
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I put that Horny Sluts 14 in for a good laugh, so I'm glad you appreciated it! As you can tell, I have a very subtle sense of humour!



:lol:
Ohh...well...I would have loved him & Hannah to be together...

Well, I really don´t know what to say about Fran and James....everything about their relationship is so tense....and to me it´s not just because James cheated on her.

7:06 PM Jul 11