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    • #4662
      Alix James

      And without further ado…the moment of truth – or at least the very beginning of it!

      And I must say this is quite a beginning!!!

      There is sooo much going on here and every ounce of it incredibly rich and complex and filled with anxiety and uncertainty and exhilaration and arousal.

      Bravo for delivering a scene with so many details to consider and ponder…yet filled with so many unapologetically tense and awkward moments…while not affording anyone the opportunity to get stuck on any of these moments.

      This has taken on the feeling of a fully loaded freight train speeding full throttle to its intended destination with all the excitement and danger inherent in such a journey. A controlled stop at this point would require considerable time and effort, while the alternative, uncontrolled process of halting it is potentially so catastrophic as to make perseverance and preservation seem like a perfectly legitimate rationale!

      Here is to hoping that this train stays squarely on the tracks until it reaches its final destination…that everyone aboard chokes down their own considerable fears, trusts their engineer, and even finds a way to make the absolute most of this opportunity and not try to determine its relative worth until after they reach their final destination!!!


    • #2829
      Alix James

      New York…

    • #2733
      Alix James

      What a pretty bow! I must say my heart skipped a beat when I saw that you had posted something here. I still adore this story line…so much so…I became excited at the prospect that you had restarted it!

    • #2749
      Alix James

      WTF?!?! I am so turned on by this I can barely stand it! I remember some back and forth about the possibility of a collaboration, but I am embarassed to admit that I did not realize it was on. And I mean ON!!!!! Having come in after what seems like the troika have each had their turn (and you don’t know how exciting it is to type out my thoughts of the three of you each having a turn!) and reading those instructions/rule a half dozen times, I am so damn confused and way to distracted by what has written at this point to even try and figure out what is going on here. At this point, I give up trying to understand the evolution and I am just going to sit back, relax, start re-reading these (probably jumping from one part of each story to another part in another version in no particular order) and start stoking my cock!!! Every bit of this is that fucking HOT for me! I promise to share which part of the story makes me cum!

    • #2739
      Alix James

      Alex: Early Arrival

      I arrived at the restaurant faster than anticipated…a good sign…but I had been looking forward to seeing her from across the room as I entered and I didn’t want to be waiting for her at the bar…I hate waiting in general and can’t stand the formalities, pleasantries and posturing required at a bar when I am focused on something else, so I checked in with the Maitre ‘D to let him know I had arrived. I instructed him to tell my wife that I had yet to arrive and to have her take a seat at the bar. I then scanned the lounge area near the bar and noticed that there was a small dimly lit table tucked away in the back corner which would afford me a perfect view all the way from the door to the bar which was available and told him that I would be sitting there.

      I decided that it would be more enjoyable to settle in and watch her every move for a while before being seated at our table – plus it would give me a moment to get completely in the moment, reflect on her and us and our time together (and how many amazing experiences we have already had) and most importantly, what I had in store for tonight. She could see me if she looked closely, but I knew that her mind and body would already be racing so fast – clouded by anticipation – that it would be hard enough to walk the expanse from the door to the bar and order a drink, much less scan the dark corners of the lounge for someone who wasn’t supposed to be there.

      Before I even reached the table, I kindly stopped the waitress and asked her to bring me a vodka tonic straight away. “Nicole will certainly notice her!” I thought to myself, especially wearing the short, stylish black skirt and crisp white tailored blouse with the revealing neckline which was the restaurants signature “uniform” for the waitstaff. If there was one thing that could momentarily distract my wife from her laser focus it would be a woman walking by her looking like that!

      In less than a minute I was greeted again by the striking smile and small firm body of the waitress as she bent down and forward to deposit my drink on the table in front of me.

      Wow, she’s really pretty, I thought to myself, as waitress was laying out a cocktail napkin and then my drink and then a series of small silver bowls filled with various fancy bar snacks. She looks amazing in the outfit, but I actually don’t think does her body justice…”Nicole would go crazy in her”… We probably won’t have time tonight, but at some point, I need to make sure that Nicole “meets” this woman, even if it is only to serve us a couple of drinks.

      I was suddenly glad I had asked her to “rush” that drink order because there would be almost no way for Nicole not to undress every inch of that woman with her eyes and linger watching her movements as she walked around and bent over at least a few tables before catching her mind drifting. Having the waitress walk back over after to take my order after Nicole arrived would have been a surefire way to get myself noticed…

      I admired the way her hips shifted and swayed as she turned and walked away, when I caught myself and started to chuckle softly under my breath. I found it funny that I new Nicole’s “like’s” in this regard so well. At various times over the years, I would become skeptical about how her “likes” always seemed to coincide so closely to my own for just about anything sexual. This was especially concerning considering how open and expressed we had always been with one another about such things. At various times I would grow skeptical thinking that she was really just saying things to please or excite me – almost like a signal or sign of approval (and I hated the idea of being manipulated in that way) – , or worse, that she might be loosing her own identity too completely in my own (something else that made me uncomfortable). But then I would remember that most of the time she would be the first to express some interest or preference, or remember how unabashedly and enthusiastically she pursued her “likes”, and I would remember how – on those occasions when she had been allowed to indulge fully in them – the wild abandon of her body and ravenous desire burning in her eyes betray all pretense of selflessness – she very much still did certain things for herself, not me!

      As I looked back up, I saw Nicole walking through the door. She looked spectacular. Her hair blew back and her dress pressed even further against her sculpted body when the door opened and a momentary burst of wind rushed by her. The movie effects guys couldn’t have done a better job. It was the perfect set-up for her to stride confidently and proudly through the door- the elegant and classy and oh so sexual woman that she was. I watched as one after another man (and more than a fair share of women) turned to inspect her standing there. I always find it amazing how unabashedly long people will allow their eyes to linger at the “new arrival” in such a high end setting – preying on the inability of people to take in and process the volume of visual information which confronts them – (different light, spatial orientation, volume & depth of field, design aesthetic, crowd scene, maitre d, reservation book, coat check) – and tonight was no exception. For the younger more stylish folks it bordered on rude but for the older, less attractive ones, it would have qualified as lewd and lascivious behavior in some jurisdictions!

      But that’s kind of the point at a place like this. It was precisely the moment I had hoped to catch when I arrived here early. She was every bit the show-stopper that I had expected in that red dress with her tits held high and proud and her nipples almost cutting through the thin fabric of the bodice. Her legs somehow were remarkably smooth and shiny which was unexpected given the nude fishnets stockings she was wearing (a great effect to say the least!) and those high heels made her look especially long and lean and outlined her feet, ankles and calves into a series of wickedly sinuous lines. I felt my breathing halt and my heart seemed to skip a few beats while I took it all in. I was struck by just how beautiful she looked to me, how attractive she seemed, how much outward sex appeal she was exuding! Every part of her was enhanced even further by my intimate knowledge of just how spectacularly enthusiastic and connected and raw and supremely skilled Nicole was in that sexuality. She was putting on a show, but if the people undressing her with their eyes right now even knew the half of it!!! I couldn’t have been more proud of her. The moment I finished taking in and processing what I was seeing, I became keenly aware of how my desire and arousal were surging through my body.

      She’s mine! I am going to have her – all of her. She will offer herself to me completely as she has so many times before and allow me to be the person that I am without reservation or hesitation or judgement. Fuck! I am going to ravage this woman tonight! That switch inside of me is more like a dial and it just got turned up another notch sending a wave of calm focus to come over me…I relaxed into it as I watched her sashay over to the bar, lean forward to set her clutch on the bar and then lift up one hip up onto the bar stool and gracefully swing one leg after the other up onto the foot rest. She lifted herself up slightly two or three times to get her other hip up on the stool and slide back until she sat squarely on the seat. Doing so caused the most subtle but breathtaking bounce in her tits which the two gentlemen on either side of her and the bar tender all had clearly been waiting to see through their not so subtle side glances. I smiled thinking about how relentlessly men search to witness these moments and of the millions of times that women must feel those stares over a lifetime.

      Then I watched as she ordered a drink and swung her legs slightly to the side and turned her torso back towards the door to await my entrance. “Thats a good girl! Show me how well you have prepared yourself for me and make sure everyone here gets a good eyeful”, I thought as I sipped at my drink before scanning the room to see who else was as pleased by her visual offering as her “date” undoubtedly would be.

      I hadn’t planned on waiting long before approaching her (I had a wonderful evening planned and had already gotten more than I could have hoped for with that entrance), but I could see the excitement in her eyes and her quick purposeful movements let me know that she was focused and ready. She didn’t appear nervous outwardly (anything but), but I knew she would be anxious to see me, that her sexual ache had been building all day and was probably starting to claw away at her rational thoughts (something she would need in order to stay composed in a setting like this) and that the longer she had to wait, the more…acute…those frustrations would become, so I decided to play around with it and make her wait a little longer. Then I grabbed my phone and fired off a quick text,

      “I am stuck in traffic and running a little late. Have you arrived? Are you seated at the bar and have you found a seat where I can see you when I walk in the door? I have been thinking about you and this dinner all day. More specifically I have been thinking about your cunt – MY cunt – all day. I can’t wait to see you sitting there knowing that my cunt is already soaking wet and swollen and ready for me. I am not sure how long I will be able to resist, touching, and smelling and tasting my cunt. Do you think that others at the bar can “scent’s” your excitement? I know if I were sitting there and a woman looking like you sat next to me and I caught a whiff of her arousal, there is hope so. You know how much I love the smell of your sex and I can’t wait to “sense” it for myself when I get there! See you soon…”

      A few moments later, I see Nicole react to the sound of the incoming text and casually reach for her phone which was resting on the bar. I watched her scanning though the message and waited to see how you would respond. I watched as your poised posture buckled for a brief moment – chest collapsing in slightly, shoulders rolling forward and head dipping down – the physical reaction and associated loss of mental focus that I have grown to know and love so much over the years when I push just the right buttons for you. She finished reading the text and seemed to notice that her facade had been slightly and momentarily compromised. She sat up a little higher, reassumed her the sexy, poised, self-confident demeanor and started to type a reply.

      I only caught a glimpse, something probably no one else at the bar noticed, but witnessing that fleeting reaction – that melting point, sent a chill through my body and a jolt of electricity through my crotch. I shuddered from the intensity of the excitement and arousal and lust that she creates in me (yet another twist on that dial which will eventually reach a level too high for me to contain myself any longer). All I could think of now was how much I love seeing her melt into the moment, how remarkable and beautiful I find it when she starts to devolve into a raw, unbound, purely sexual being, watching as she starts to embrace her calling and give herself over to it, of how in awe I am of the power of a woman in that state and, most of all, how good it feels to have those powers made available to me …to sense and bend and arc those powers to get what we both need most and to feel love and attention and adoration and devotion that come with it!

      I decided right then and there, that she was going to be waiting longer than either she or I had anticipated…this little momentary distraction of mine was getting me very worked up, and I wanted to see how far I could push it… I sat back and waited for the buzz from my phone to announce her incoming text…

    • #2737
      Alix James

      Alex “Final Preparations”

      I checked my watch for what must have been the 10th time in under an hour… Time had started to slow to a crawl as the time approached to head out the door for our anniversary dinner. The planning was complete days ago…finding the perfect restaurant, working with the manager to plan the dinner and make sure that all of my “special requests” could be accommodated, the shopping trip to pick out the perfect gifts…everything had gone exactly as expected. Everything was ready, and yet for whatever reason, I was feeling anxious.

      I had intentionally been focusing on work for almost the entire day, figuring that the worst thing I could do was give it any more thought. All it would do is get my mind racing and my body humming with anticipation to the point where I wouldn’t be able to contain myself. Tonight I needed to stay in control (at least for a while). There was an order of events – a script – and I did not want to blow through or skip any of the moments.

      “It’s done”, I would tell myself every time I would think about her getting prepared, following my instructions with dutiful precision, playing that recording of us fucking as she slipped into her bath, standing there naked, clean, and freshly shaven and slick with the last drops of water mixing with the lotion as she spreads it on her skin. I have always wished that I could secretly be there watching her get dressed – watching her step into and pull her thong into place, placing her toes into those fishnets and gently pulling them up and smoothing them out across her legs, slipping into that dress and looking at herself in the mirror before sliding on those heels – but tonight that desire was stronger than usual. “Shut it down, don’t go there!”, I would remind myself.

      It worked on an intellectual level and I had stayed physically and emotionally calmer than I imagined I would, but the second I stood up from my desk and stated to put on my coat and gather my things to leave it was clear that all the conscious thinking in the world had done nothing to quell the physical and emotional arousal which had been burning in my subconscious. My skin was tingling and I was feeling irritable from the frustration of not already having her in my presence, wondering how long I would be able to contain myself. A strong shiver shot through my spine and down to my crotch before flaring out along the entire length of both of my arms and legs. That all too familiar switch had just been thrown inside me and I took a big breath in and out again as I thought about how remarkable it was that she had always evoked such a strong reaction in me – every fucking time! Then I let out a small laugh as I thought “What are you so worked up about, she is the one that should be worried!” That was true, but somehow I knew that she was going to find a way to make me prouder than ever tonight!

      She knew we were going to one of the nicest restaurants in town, one of those been there for years and still impossible to break into “scene” places, perpetually filled with ultra-stylish types who all seem more in-the-know than the next. I was sure that her poise and beauty would look right at home (probably put most of them to shame), and Iwas taking a particular pleasure in imagining how little all of these “insiders” knew about what we were about to do right under their noses!!!

      I quickly shot off a text as I walked out of my office door… “Heading over now. Grab a seat at bar. I should be there in less than 20 minutes.”

      As the elevator doors started to close, I shot off another…”Make sure to pick a well lit spot that can be seen from the door. I can’t want to see you sitting there with all those men looking you over!”

    • #2734
      Alix James


      As I think back on our time together, it is hard to believe that 12 years has past! We relate to each other so completely and openly and with so much trust that describing what we have as a ”relationship” doesn’t really seem adequate, or at the very least requires a much broader concept and definition of what it means to ”be in a relationship”.

      The way that you have opened your heart and mind and yes, even your body, to me so completely and without reservations and with such enthusiasm and earnestness and conviction is not only the greates gift I have ever received, it is also my greatest accomplishment as a man – the validation of all of my thoughts and imaginings and understanding of what is most important in life!

      It is hard to express in words how much I respect and appreciate the many ”gifts” that you bestow upon me – having the courage to being your truest self, being willing and able to give so freely and completely regardless of what I request, allowing me (more like emboldening) to be the fully expressed and complex person not only that I am, but also that I want and need to become, and, though you may not always agree with what I do or understand why I am doing it, trusting that I do have your best interests in mind as much as my own.

      I am in awe of what we have shared with one another, of all that we have expressed and experienced for and with one another (some good, some not so good, some downright awful, and much of it beyond either of our wildest expectations/imaginations). I wanted to remind you of some of those adventures, and quickly realized that there were simply too many to mention and that each held such a special or specific significance that I would be diminishing them all by even suggesting that a short few were more meaningful that all the rest. Each was a part of who we have become and for that I am so incredibly thankful.

      You have taken ahold of my heart like no one ever before and in ways that I doubt anyone else ever will. To celebrate, I have a special dinner planned for us tonight. I need you to get home a little early and prepare yourself in all the ways I expect – mind, body and soul. I plan on showing you exactly what you have come to mean to me in the most…satisfying…way possible!!!

      See you at 8:00!


    • #2731
      Alix James

      He heard her speaking and felt the soft kiss land on his chest, but there was hardly another thought or another feeling in his body, aside from how good her hands felt on his cock. His eyelids started to droop and slowly flicker closer and closer to being closed. He couldn’t fucking focus on anything to see straight anyway…what difference would that show of weakness make? It was all but unbearable…his fiancee who he could hardly look at (but couldn’t look away from either), the wrenching in stomach close to making him throw-up, his body so tense and rigid about to burst from the pressure of the blood coursing through it, his mind reeling from the anger and hurt and disgust and humiliation and fear and now the confusion.

      He heard her speaking and felt the soft kiss land on his chest, but there was hardly another thought or another feeling in his entire body, aside from how good her hands felt on his cock. His eyelids started to droop and slowly flicker closer and closer to being closed. He couldn’t fucking focus on anything to see straight anyway…what difference would that show of weakness make? It was all but unbearable…his fiancee who he could hardly look at (but couldn’t look away from either), the wrenching in stomach close to making him throw-up, his body so tense and rigid about to burst from the pressure of the blood coursing through it, his mind reeling from the anger and hurt and disgust and humiliation and fear and now the confusion brought on by the feeling that he was about to pass out with each and every long slow trace of her fingertips along the underside of his shaft, with each smooth circle of his head and with each swirling twist across his balls…

      Confusion with why his cock is so painfully rigid…logically there wasn’t one fucking thing in this situation that was a turn on!

      Confusion with the fact that his balls were starting to clench and that his body was twitching and jerking from what three or four strokes of her fingertips along the underside of his head and softly along his shaft and balls – hell she hasn’t even wrapped her hand around the shaft and given it a tug!!!

      Confusion over how he wanted to stop her with all his might but couldn’t because of how much pain he felt throughout his entire being and how it was the only remotely good feeling in sea of untold misery.

      Confusion over how it didn’t just feel good it felt mind-blowingly amazing – on the verge of taking his entire being away from all of this madness…

      Looking down at her through his hazy blinking eyes, he could just see how completely and totally she had unburdened herself of so much pain. Made no attempt to deny it, readily and completely admitted it, the intense hurt and shame written all over her face and the way that she seeming offered her entire being up for his judgement and, if necessary, annihilation…unworthy of him…unworthy of herself! All it did was hurt him more to see her so completely exposed and vulnerable… he can see it in her eyes that she won’t protect herself… No one else could possibly understand or help themselves from taking advantage of a woman so beautiful so loving and yet so thoroughly ruined…utterly helpless and willing to be exploited… “

      How can I possibly be feeling like this? Who in their right mind would even think about how she is feeling right now? What is wrong with me? Please, God don’t let her stop touching my cock! I don’t think I can survive this pain without this unbearable orgasmic bliss!!!

      Fuck this feels insane, the thought to himself as his eyes shot wide open and he looked at her and started to watch her as she was looking down and giving all of his attention to how she was touching him…as if she knew that this was all that she could do…all that she had to offer…the only thing capable of easing such seemingly endless pain.

      He didn’t know what to do, but he knew what had to be done in that moment. He ran his hands across her shoulder and up her neck until his fingers were wrapped tightly around her throat and her chin planted firmly in the crook between his thumb and index finger. He raised it up higher and higher, not cutting off her breathing, but in a firm seemingly unbreakable grip as her head began to rise up until she was forced to look him and staring him in the eyes…

      He took a deep breath and with eyes focused but still flickering from the waves of pleasure seemingly holding him in the brink of loosing consciousness…asked her,

      “Do you love me?”

      “Yes”, she replied.

      “Do you desire me?”

      “Yes”, she replied

      “Do you want to be with me for the rest of your life?”

      “I have never wanted anything more than that”, she answered

      “Do you know how to save me from myself in this moment?”

      “Yes”, she replied

      “Then don’t stop…”

      “Don’t stop whatever it is that you are doing…”

      “I don’t ever want you to stop…”

      “Promise me that you will always be there for me…that you will always take care of me in those moments when I can not make the pain stop… and promise me that you will never, ever stop doing what you are doing to me right now, using every fibre of your being to pleasure me and take away the pain….”

      “I will”, she replied

      “PROMISE ME ALL OF THESE THINGS!”, he demanded

      “I promise I will always be there for you…I will take care of you when the pain won’t stop…and I will use ever fibre of my being to bring you pleasure and take away your pain!”, she screamed…

      “THEN DO IT!” he exhaled…

      “I am yours…”, she said before lowering her head down to his cock and proceeding to take his manhood as deep down her throat as possible… He felt the heat of her lips first followed by searing hear of her tongue and throat as the entirety of his cock sank back further and further until her lips were planted firmly against the skin of his crotch.

      She didn’t move, she just held her head there and looked up in his eyes…

      He looked down at her and could barely see more than a tunnel of vision focused on her eyes and feeling the warm wash of his orgasm start to well up from deep inside of him…

      Chills, coursed through him, he knew he was about to cum, but it took longer than usual…as if he was able to savor every tingle, every, twitch, enjoy each and every wave roil through him in slow motion…

      He could feel his balls clenched tighter and more painfully than he could ever remember. He knew he was going to fucking explode, with every ounce of his being was about to be channeled down and out his cock. He glanced down realizing that she was there, that she was going to take the brunt of this eruption and that she almost certainly wouldn’t be able to contain the insanity of what was about to be unleashed….

      He caught her eye and that same pained, yearning look was in her eyes, begging him to have her…telling him it was all right…”promising to use every fibre in her being to bring him pleasure”…

      She meant it and he knew it….

      In that moment surge after surge of his cum, thick ropy strands of his essence, boiling, exploding, shooting out from deep within him – from every part of him – in wave after wave in a seemingly endless barrage as she took him inside of her. Stayed at his side, never eased back or released her grip on him…

      His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed back onto the floor…

    • #2729
      Alix James

      David is staring at her with crazed look….he is furious and his mind is racing so fast and each thought makes him angry! Just as he is about regain a semblance of control and start to lay into her about what is going on, he thinks of something else – another piece of the sordid puzzle falling into place – causing such a brutally strong reaction/repulsion/disgust that he all but forgets what he had been so angry about moments before.

      “My fiancé is fucking someone else… Not someone else, she is fucking my FATHER! She fucked him earlier today!! She fucked him just before she all but jumped me and fucked me harder and with more wild abandon than she ever has before!!!”

      He can feel the rage building inside of him: the pit forming n his stomach, a searing heat welling up in his chest and radiating out and down his limbs with every beat of his heart, his breathing is becoming labored from the tightness across his chest, every muscle in his body is itching relentlessly with a tingling crawling feeling – begging to be brought into motion…demanding to be flexed in the most forceful way possible…shouting to be used in a violent flurry of absolute rage – as if exerting them as hard and as long as possible as if complete exhaustion were the only way to make it stop! STOP! THINK! DON”T DO SOMETHING CRAZY OR CAUSE SOME DAMAGE THAT CANT BE FIXED! His rational brain was trying to contain the boiling mass as best as it could, but his gut told him that it was useless – this time he would loose it in a way that he has never experienced before and he had no idea what that meant…

      “She is fucking my father whom she now tells me that she had an affair with years ago… My father had strong feelings for her… He left his job so as to not risk everything – his career, his marriage, his family – by continuing to see her, so they must have been some pretty fucking strong feelings!

      As much as he wanted to start grabbing and hitting and tearing things apart bit by bit, he found himself completely frozen, overloaded unable to do anything due to the onslaught of thoughts and emotions and feelings and questions and realizations that were coursing through him…He was shaking and every muscle in his body was tense and ready to tear itself loose from its joint…he felt like he was going to explode not figuratively but literally, and in every sense of the word, but he couldn’t move…blow after blow slamming hard into his body and mind making it hard to breath…making it hard to even blink…

      “Are they still having an affair?!? They must have feelings for one another or else there is no logical reason that they would have fucked each other earlier today! Have they been fucking ever since we got here!?! Is she in love with him? Has she been using me to get closer to him? Does she love me at all?”

      He was confused by the intense attraction and repulsion that he felt for her… He fucking loved this woman!…He loved everything about her!! The way she looked, the way she moved, the way she made him feel, the way she responded to him – his words, his thoughts and his touches, the way she smelled, and even the way that their bodies fit so perfectly together in every conceivable situation and the raw and mysterious and powerful sexual energy that he felt from her oozing from every pore of her being. Drawn to her with a wild attraction which never waned in any situation and which she put out so innocently – oblivious to its deranged effect on rational thought…. Eliciting such a primal reaction and desire to bathe in her essence – to touch the core of her soul – as if fucking her harder or deeper or longer or more often would each increase his chances of being able to fully experience her – to make her “his”. How clear it is now that she may never be “his” the way he thought…

      “What the fuck was she thinking? That beautiful dripping wetness which I assumed reflected the intense attraction and arousal she felt towards ME, nothing but a sloppy gaping cum-slathered cunt stretched out by my fathers cock!… How much of her arousal did I cause vs. my father? Does he turn her on in ways that I don’t? In ways that I can’t? How big are her overall sexual desires and needs? How small a part of them do I even fill?!? She probably knows exactly what she wants and how to get it… Maybe she wasn’t so obliviously in the way that she put out her signals…Maybe she was oblivious but getting what she wants comes so naturally that she is oblivious to how it affects those around her…”

      Who would do such a thing the day before their wedding? I know she has a strong deep sexuality that I don’t totally know, but she can’t possibly be so out of control as to fuck someone she doesn’t care about the day before her wedding?!? How fucked up would you have to be to do such a thing, especially with the father of the man you are about to marry!!! Why would you risk everything we have just to get laid?!? Why wouldn’t you call off the fucking wedding if you didn’t love me or don’t want to be together? Why would you have fucked me just after fucking him? You had to know that I would figure it out somehow, especially given the thick coating of cum (my fathers cum!) on my cock and balls and running down my thighs! What the fuck was she thinking? What the fuck was my father thinking? What fucked up message they both trying to send to me??

      He can feel the rage building inside of him: the pit forming n his stomach, incredible heat welling up in his chest and radiating out and down his limbs with every beat of his heart, his breathing labored from the tightness in his chest, and every muscle flush with a twitchy tingling sensation begging to be brought into motion…demanding to be flexed in the most forceful way possible…used in a violent flurry of absolute rage – as if exerting them to exhaustion would be the only way to stop the maddening crawling sensations rippling through his body!

      All of the sudden his body spasms and jumps sharply causing his mind to stop and his eyes to regain focus…

      He is still there, her body still beneath his, her eyes looking longingly and shamefully into his…he feels something and is totally confused by what is going on. He looks down and see her hands gently, softly, lovingly stroking his cock from top to bottom and his cock is so swollen and rigid – almost purple from so much blood and he realizes that her touches are so tender and sweet and the sensation almost unbearable and his balls clutch tight and start to tremble and twitch as if he were approaching an orgasm…

      God the shame, the humiliation! What the fuck is this girl doing to me to make me so weak!!! Not only has he been frozen with rage and what, she can make him cum from such a brief amount of stimulation…

    • #2726
      Alix James

      I will comment as, somewhat ironically, I have read it. Now, lets start with how in Gods green earth I came to actually read this. I have heard about it, seen it prominently featured on Amazon’s website when considering “erotic literature” and though never tempeted to buy it, was struck by how popular and omni-present it had become in such a short period of time… Then I see that my wife has downloaded it on the recommendation from her mother of all people (God is Oprah’s Book club even promoting this?). Now, I have my own proclivities and my own challenges for getting my wife on the same page with me on certain of these…but knowing that she would be reading it, I simply couldn’t resist both the opportunity to look at it, have her know I was looking at it and using it as a springboard to launch into a much more robust conversation with her about the topic overall.

      I thought the story itself was reasonably well written. The authors “voice” was entertaining and l liked the way that the main character had three distinct perspectives, her inner goddess, her cynical conscience and her uncomfortable self…It went into much less of the BDSM dynamic or practice than I would have expected, but hey, it had the guts to put that out on the table in the chic lit/beach read format that will reach a broad audience. It does run through the conflicting emotions that this concept creates, it does capture the mental struggle to accept certain realities and it does it in a popular style.

      It is light and fluffy and somewhat informative from a literary perspective, but a true breakthrough in the sense that it enabled two very important topics – notions of equality and women’s sexuality – to break squarely into the mainstream consciousness… Whether you find it to your tastes or not, or particularly even authentic, everyone here (who I presume is more comfortable with and fluent in much more heavy thought on their own sexuality) should think about how this book could be used to improve their own dialog with others who otherwise would not find themselves on this site or discussing these topics.

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