Remember this... What's done in the dark will always come to light.
“How was your
day, love?” Vernon said as he kissed on my shoulder. “It was fine. Yours?” He
kissed me on my neck. “I thought about you all day.” I blushed as I listened to
his flattery. I undid his necktie as I kissed him with fervor. He picked me up
and placed me on my mahogany dining room table. He lifted up my dress and began
kissing on my thighs as I rubbed his head. He undid his dress shirt with care
before he removed my panties tossing them carelessly they ended up on my
As he went down on me my
apprehension quickly faded into an abyss of pleasure. “I. missed. you.” He
punctuated each word with a kiss to my inner thigh before he began massaging my
clit with his tongue. I’d missed his warm thick tongue pleasing me. My moans
filled the silent air of my home as I panted in pure ecstasy. As I came Vernon
grabbed my legs pulled me down off the table and bending me over it. He smacked
my ass as undid his belt.
As he entered me he tightly gripped
my long, black hair. He leaned in and I could hear his heavy breathing in my
ear. “I love this.” He said as he gently bit my shoulder. “It’s your.” “That’s
what I like to hear.” Our episode moved from my dining room table to my bedroom
as he picked me up and carried me down the hallway. We fell onto the bed where
he pinned my legs back and went deeper. I looked into his eyes and I could see
the passion as he made me come over and over before getting his.
He caught his second wind before
pulling me on top of him. He eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I slowly moved up
and down. He grabbed my hips and rubbed my waist gently. As he came he pulled
me down on top of him and kissed me. I rolled over beside him and sat on the
edge of my bed. My reality had quickly returned as the fleeting bliss faded
away just as quickly as it had come.
are you okay?” Vernon said as he played in my hair as I absentmindedly stared
out of my bedroom window and at the city lights far below. “I’m fine, Vernon.”
He kissed my shoulder. “You sure?” I bristled, “Yes, I’m sure.” Before he could
ask the same question again his phone rung I looked down at it saw the smiling
face of a woman and two kids. Vernon quickly answered the phone, “Yes Karen?” I
could her a tense but muffled voice in the background. “I’m still at the
office. I will be home in a few.” I could hear more muffled speaking. “Don’t
wait up.” With that being said he hung up.
He leaned back over and kissed me on
my cheek. I gently caressed his cheek and gently said, “Go home to your wife
and kids.” “Don’t be like that, Ascha. Next year thing’s will be different.
Kyle and Kylie will be off to college soon and you and I can be together.” I
gave him an incredulous smile. “Vernon, please save that lie for someone who
believes that. The sex is good but I don’t want you. If you’re fucking me
behind your wife’s back. What would you do behind mine? If in fact you did
leave your wife which I doubt you will.” Vernon was at a loss for words because
he knew I was right. He silently got into the shower, redressed, and left as I
got up and began working on my newest short writing piece.
soon as I started typing I received a phone call from an unfamiliar number.
“Hello.” “Is this Ascha Gordon?” The voice was that a quiet women. “Speaking,
may I ask who this is?” The voice turned from almost a quiet whisper to a roar.
“This is KAREN PARKS. VERNON PARKS’ WIFE!”
Fair & Foul Part IFair & Foul Part II FAIR & FOUL PART III De’Andre Hicks should’ve been drafted number one in the professional football league draft. However, due to an injury caused by a traumatic accident that still haunts him he dropped to the last round of draft after missing almost a whole season. He finds his place with the back-to-back national champions the Carolina Cougars but his competition for the starting position is the best albeit most troubled wide receivers in the league, Jay’Von Riddick. All De’Andre wants to do is provide a better life for his mother and to be able to give his girlfriend, Alana, the things that she deserves as she sacrifices to support his dreams. Will De’Andre succeed? Or will he be left to wonder “what if”? Alana Mitchell is smart, ambiguous, and beautiful and she knew she loved De’Andre the first time on the campus of Florida Technical University. Alana is following in the footsteps of her father, a successful corporate attor…
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