salina road no. 04

Naslov sporočila: salina road no. 04 Čet Maj 23, 2013 3:16 pm

tag; loulou smitten

Should someone feel the need to question him or his kids what was going on between him and Emma, he likely would not have been able to give a straight answer. For one thing, he was clueless when it came to giving information about his ex wife’s new coordinates, and second, he was completely over it by now. Of course he loved her, but he loved himself more, so listening to her nagging every night about his tiny little drinking habits or late night meetings was something he couldn’t take anymore. And as a single forty-two year old he was happy, legitimately happy, with where he was in his life. He didn’t know what exactly it was, but he liked it nonetheless. His eldest Jamie graduated police academy just a year ago and his youngest was still in high school, causing quite a bit of trouble, but it was under control, or that’s what he thought.

It was a bit past six and he was finishing his last conference call when his assistant came running into his office with a newspaper confusedly spread and flying all around and it could only mean one thing. Another article about him, how predictable. “Don’t you see I’ve got work to do, Ashley,” he tried to cut her off, picked his coat up and took a slight peek at the cover. And there it was, a photo of him with his wife, in the shape of a broken heart and without any warning he grabbed the paper and started reading it. Apparently Jack Aldridge wasn’t all that faithful, one of his former assistants blabbed about him getting unusual and quite frequent visits in his office. And who was the lucky woman? More like a girl, surprised or not, his visitor was nobody but his bosses little daughter that still seems to enjoy older men’s company. He twitched his brows in anger and glanced through another paragraph where his wife talked about the book she was supposedly writing. “The hell, she’s trying to ruin her kids’ lives,” he mumbled out in discontent when really it was all about him and his reputation. But it wasn’t just his ex wife he was worried about, he was sure Louise had something to do with this too, she always seemed greedy and she probably knew he’d pay her a visit if she blurt out to much about them to the media. “Try to get in touch with Emma, I’m willing to pay whatever she wants if the book stays unpublished ... and the rest ... I’ll take care of the rest. Go home now.” he remarked with the nod of his head rushing out of his building on the forth.

He knew where Louise lived and being completely honest it was quite hard staying away from her when all he’d have to do was take the left turn instead of the right on his way home from work. However, that’s exactly what he did tonight. He angrily slammed the door of his brand new car closed and ran up the stairs just to see all the lights in her apartment on. She was home and he was right on time. Perfect. He rang the doorbell twice and knocked a couple times before she finally opened the door wearing nothing but her uniform. And that wasn’t all, her marine blue dress shirt was unbuttoned and he got a nice view of her rack just before he looked away. “What is this?” he yelled throwing the paper in her face. He really was angry. With her. With his incredibly stupid ex wife. And especially with all the morons that dared to write about his life. Again. If it was in his power, he’d just sue them all for invading his privacy, but he guessed it wouldn’t be such a great idea after all. “You told them ... about us. About everything that went down in your dad’s firm. I swear, Louise, if you did this, it’ll be the last thing you’ve done.” He thought it was their thing. She’s kept it a secret for many years now and what could possibly go wrong now? “What do you want? Money? How much? How much to tell them it was all a lie?” He walked into her apartment just as if he owned it and he stammered out with a quick swing of the hand, “And quit flashing your boobs at me. It won’t help you this time.” She sure had a nice pair, but that wasn’t what he came here for. Not this time.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pet Maj 24, 2013 2:41 pm

tag; mr. aldridge

goose bumps had been covering her skin since this morning. it was supposed to be an ordinary working day – she stopped at a coffee shop to get a cup of mocha latte, bought a newspaper and then headed for the station. however a face on the front cover of the paper stared right back at her and she ended up sitting behind her desk with a distant look in her eyes. people will read this shit. and some people will know straight away which bishop daughter they were talking about. the tall brunette who always flipped her hair around and flirted with everyone around her. they portrayed her as a marriage breaker. yet, she wasn't the one who sent his marriage into a frenzy. he sent her into a frenzy. he fucked her good and fucked her up even better. the day drifted by, the face of jack aldridge permanently scorched in her mind. she could easily remember how often she wished he were her first back then. it would be perfect if he'd be the one to introduce her to the whole sex games scheme she got going on. but he wasn't. he was just someone who liked to fuck her and enjoyed fucking her mouth. and that was about it. not for her though. she loved him. yes, she was young but was nowhere near naive – he had a wife and kids younger than her. he was her father's associate and he was by far the most attractive man she ever laid her eyes upon. he was also history, buried deep down in her thoughts and even though she occasionally saw him during this and that event, she stayed away, hidden in the crowd. goose bumps went over the top, turning into shivers as she opened her front door, that face from the newspaper viscously staring down at her. ''hi?''

she was all too aware of every single detail. how she was just starting to undress her uniform and most of the shirt's buttons were open. how he glared at her with nothing but anger and then she managed to catch the goddamn newspaper as he threw it in her face. ''what the hell is wrong with you?'' she tried going for the steady voice but failed miserably. she stepped aside as he strolled in and quickly closed the door behind. why was he here? after all this time he decided now, today, was the time to search her out? ''i don't know what you're talking about. mr. aldridge,'' she added the last two words with a deceptively cold tone. ''i told nothing. to no one,'' she winced as he punched her straight into her gut. as if she wanted the affair out in the open. as if she would gain anything by opening her mouth after all this time. ''i'm not stupid, okay? i won't babble about some meaningless office sex from almost ten years ago when my career is just taking off,'' she followed him further into her apartment. this was so typical. how he acted as if he owned the place, owned her. the world was eating from his hands, bending to his will. always had, alway will. ''the last thing i need is your money,'' she gasped in shock when he so simply offered hush-money. ''stop being a jerk!'' she swung back at him and started to quickly button up her shirt, beyond offended. ''i kept my mouth shut just as i promised i will. you think i want the world to know how cheap i am? how i let an old guy fuck me when i was sixteen years old? everyone knew what was going on back then – anyone at the office could tell them,'' at this she started to walk away from him, straight to the cupboard with booze. she needed a drink. a shot. or ten.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pet Maj 24, 2013 4:16 pm

tag; loulou smitten

What they have had was a functionally dysfunctional relationship. He knew that if anyone found out about them at the time he would have ended up in prison, but it felt so good having someone so loyal and innocent come up to you day by day. Kneeling under your desk sucking you off like mad while you’re possibly in the middle of an important conference call. She sure was something. And knowing that anyone could just barge into his office while she was there pinned to a wall or bent over his couch, made it even better, even more thrilling. Being so young when he got married he sure forgot to think it through; it wasn’t all fun and games, this whole marriage thing was hard. Dating someone was hard. Jack, a natural flirt, had to really watch himself when it came to his interactions with other women. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Emma with his actions and since he was new at this whole crap, he wasn’t quite sure how the rule on flirting went. Or how to keep your hands away from other women that happen to be way younger and hotter than your thirty year old wife for that matter. And add insult to injury, there was the amount of time he spent working; he literally spent more quality time with Louise than he ever did with Emma and being completely honest, he liked it better that way.

“Don’t even start with me. You’re not sixteen anymore and I’m not afraid to be rough on you now when there’s no daddy to protect your lousy ass,” his voice shrieked and she managed to close her front door right on time or his words would end up echoing all across the halls of the building. The fact that she called him Mr Aldridge now made his heart ache with longing just a little, before he realised she was no longer this young girl he genuinely cared for. This girl he used to buy jewellery for or later on gift cards because she was so freaking picky not even pope himself could get her completely satisfied. “And don’t you dare pretend you know nothing. Who the hell told them then? Who else knew about this shit?” his face cringed in obvious discomfort. Not being able to control every single thing was something so new to him and he just now realized he won’t be able to sort it out by tomorrow. Or ever. “Who cares about your career, you’re a fucking rookie. You wouldn’t lose much if they just fired you tomorrow, I on the other hand would!” Shock was a bit of an understatement of what was currently going through his mind and body. One, he had no real explanation of why he was still here shooting her a dirty look across the room, and two, there was obviously someone who knew more about them than he ever dared to imagine. “Yeah, you make yourself useful and button that shirt,” he remarked with a scornful grin on his face, although he wouldn’t mind seeing more of her body. She wasn’t a scrawny sixteen year old brunette anymore; she was close to a sex goddess now, but still he wasn’t sure she had nothing to do with all the rumours leaking out. “Trying to make me look bad now, are you? You came up to me first, remember? Offering your little cunt like a fucking floozy.” The vein in his right temple was now uncontrollably pulsating and he would well be able to beat up anyone who dared to step into his comfort zone. Including her.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pet Maj 24, 2013 4:58 pm

tag; mr. aldridge

she had to calm down. had to convince her lungs that there was enough oxygen around her. but right now it seems as if he sucked the whole air out of the room and filled it with sharp razors. ''rough on me?'' her brows furrowed. was he actually hinting he might hit her if she didn't give him the answers he wanted? this was such bullshit. she had absolutely nothing to do with that article in the newspaper. she never talked about what they had with anyone, much less would sell the information to daily news, hoping it'll get pressed onto the front page so everyone at work can read. read all about how the notorious and filthy rich jack aldridge had the privilege to fuck an underage louise bishop in his office, right across the hall from her father's. she never even mentioned him to her friends. in every possible way he was her little secret and now he was lashing out on her? what the fuck? ''i don't need my so-called father to protect me. god knows he never even cared about me. he's much like you that way, you know? fucks a girl and then doesn't give a shit about her,'' she punched back with words, her lungs trying to get enough air, her heart almost jumping out of the ribcage. she was a bastard child. everyone knew that, but no one said it out loud. her mother wasn't the porcelain skinned uptown babe, she was a servant at the bishop's house, serving her boss in whatever way he desired. the apple surely doesn't fall far from the tree. she repeated the story herself. ''come on, don't pretend – everyone knew what's been going on behind those doors,'' she made an exhausted sigh and stepped away from him, her palm forming a fist due to his accusations.

''i care about my career, okay? i'm not prepared to throw it away because of some douche bag who used to bang me. believe it or not i do have other interests beside sucking cocks and spreading my legs!'' she erupted right back at him, immediately turning her back on him. she opened the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of martini bianco, a cup of glass with her other hand. a moment later the glass was half full and she downed the whole dose without thinking twice. ''you're such a scum bag. go to your wife if you want answers. or maybe one of your old secretaries? or maybe some other woman you screwed and shared your dashing sex record with. god knows how many there were,'' she crashed the glass back on the cupboard and filled it up again. this time she held the cup in her hand as she turned back around, not fully comprehending if she heard him right. for a moment there she really contemplated throwing the whole bottle at his head or maybe crashing his balls with her knee. a good old slap on both sides of his cheek. but she did nothing. because this wasn't an angsty ex or some psycho-ex. this was jack. ''i'm not taking that bait, mr. aldridge. you're not going to make me admit something i didn't do. someone talked, but it wasn't me,'' she repeated once more as calmly as she could. she looked down at her bare feet. she would feel much better if she had any control in this situation – just a pair of heels and a dress would give her advantage. but no. she felt like that sixteen years old nympho who liked sucking his cock way too much. who loved him, way too much. ''fuck off,'' she murmured almost incoherently and decided a retreat was the best possible solution. however she rarely did the right thing. ''and you took that little cunt without thinking twice. that makes me a floozy but you're the one with a lolita complex. i can only wonder how many underage girls you screwed? surely i wasn't all that special or the only one.''

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pet Maj 24, 2013 6:03 pm

tag; loulou smitten

“Don't compare me to your father, Louise, I might be a dick, but definitely not as much as him,” he complained showing nothing but a straight face, however she might have just hit the right spot. She wasn’t the real reason he quit his job, her father was; they were just too similar to be able to function well together, and at the end he simply decided to start off fresh. Somewhere with no one above him, with no temptations on a daily basis, nothing. Just him and his own staff, carefully picked – possibly not best looking, but still very impressive on so many other levels. “Oh, so that’s what went through your head whenever you came on my desk. Good to know, Miss Bishop, good to know.” God, just thinking about everything that went down years back made his heart pound faster, her lips around his cock, her breasts that happened to be much, much rounder today, her long legs. Everything on her reminded him of their sexy encounters in his work space and almost made him forget why he paid her a visit in the first place. He was supposed to be angry not all smitten on the inside, trying hard to keep a smile off his face. “If everyone knew why didn’t anyone mention it? Why didn’t your father beat the shit out of me for fucking his precious little girl?” he laughed in pretence when really he was dying inside. All this has been kept a secret for so long and now when it was about to come out he could only think about how much he’d want to fuck her again, and secondly came the worry – of someone realizing she was basically a child when all this went on. There was still a chance of him ending up in jail and there was nothing he could do. At least not here.

His eyes were glued on her ass as she tiptoed towards the kitchen counter to get a drink. He’d greatly appreciate one as well, but he had a feeling she’d grab a knife to chase him out instead, so he bit his tongue before he could say anything more. “Well, I don’t know about that, little darling, last time I checked you were still pretty active on that front. I’d say your major interest is still getting stuffed and then comes whatever you say,” he went for another insult and before she could possibly say anything back he continued, “but that’s alright. At least you get to change jobs when and if they fire you.” He took a step back so he could lean back onto the wall letting everything fall back into place. What else could he possibly do? Get names? Visit everyone who knows something and isn’t afraid to use it? That surely wasn’t his thing; he was everything but a coward so he’ll just have to take whatever people had to say about him. “Ex wife,” he corrected her and only then commented the rest, “you were the only one for the record, that’s why I’m here. I can’t get a hold of my wife so I had other people take care of that, but you ... I knew where to find you, so I stopped by.” This was actually the first time he spoke calmly. No lying this time. Just the truth. She was the reason his marriage went to hell and being completely honest he regretted nothing. “Oh yeah, I’d do that again if I had a chance, but I’m guessing you’re not as tight as you were, given the fact you screw everything that lives,” he snorted out still looking straight into her eyes.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pet Maj 24, 2013 7:01 pm

tag; mr. aldridge

''no, actually, you're by far worse,'' she said so quietly it was possible he didn't hear her at all. her father was a cheating bastard, yes. but she had a feeling he was always very upfront with his mistresses. jack however... back then he made her feel wanted. she even felt safe in his embrace even if no words of love were spoken and no promises made. ''you want to know what went through my head? after all these years?'' she raised her chin up, her eyes drilling a hole into him. ''it was your name. jack. i wasn't allowed to scream and to moan and to shout. so i did it in my head. every single time you thrusted in, i thought of your name. and then when you made me come... i felt victorious,'' she finally said it out loud. it's been ages since she last dared to do that. it still felt dirty. to say it. it still felt as if it should be whispered, kept a secret, swept under the rug and forgotten. ''because even though we did everything on your terms – i had you wrapped around my little finger, the way my pussy was wrapped around your dick,'' the tip of her tongue slipped out, wetting her full lips intentionally. his dick, her mouth, that always went along, oh so perfectly. ''he never cared about me. he cared about his reputation, about his image. as long as we kept it low it was okay. but that's the past now, so lets give it a rest, shall we?'' she shrugged and let her eyes size him up. he was still attractive. more than it should be illegal. that was such a cheesy thing to say, but it was true. ''don't call me that,'' he managed to sober her up. she wasn't his little darling anymore nor ever will be again.

''oh, so you've been keeping check on me? what for? so that you could stroll into my life one day and decided you want to bend me over your desk one more time?'' she felt the need to turn around, arch her back, wriggle her ass a little bit. she had a nice body back then, but it was always so obvious she couldn't compete with his other possible lovers. models. total babes. she was a girl and they were a women, even if he never made her feel as a teenager. ''and yes, i'm still getting plenty. mostly from men your age. the filthy age forty-somethings who don't feel like screwing their wives, so they screw me instead. everyone benefits from it,'' she flashed him a faked smile plastered all over her face. she learned a trick or two along the way too. if given a chance, she could easily blow his mind. ''no one will fire me and no one will fire you. or put you in jail. i'm keeping my mouth shut and you don't even need to stuff your money in it. i'll do it for free.'' she made a tiny sip from her second glass of martini, just enough to keep the courage flowing. ''she finally sobered up and realized she married a cheating bastard?'' she suggested and then sat down on the back of the couch. her hand gripped around the glass. her eyes suddenly filled with something that didn't resemble affection even close. it was hurt. he hurt her. with that evil little comment. ''you used to be so good to me,'' she whispered making a long sip as if the martini will safe her. she felt an annoying tingle in her eyes, so she tried to close and open them a few times in a row to make it go away. ''you used to need me,'' was what followed with a loud gasp. ''you don't need to tell me i'm a slut, jack. i already know that. now, please... leave,'' she pointed a finger straight to the door, not wanting to look at him again.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pet Maj 24, 2013 8:06 pm

tag; loulou smitten

May it be respect or what so ever she dared not to speak louder, but he could read the words on her pink lips that must be so soft they make a player want to bite them off. “How am I worse? Your father is a fucking womanizer,” he protested shaking his head in disagreement. She couldn’t possibly mean it. Well maybe if she misheard him say she was actually the only one in his life besides Emma, that he only cared about her, saw, kissed and fucked her. That he felt like a douche fucking a teenage but what could he possibly do, she was so sweet and sexy at the same time. She would make him feel what his wife never did. She would drive him crazy if she stayed home for a day leaving him there to wonder, and sometimes he would spank her for that when she eventually came back for a quickie. “Yeah, and how is that a bad thing? Were you expecting I’ll just tell everyone we were exclusive or something? Just run down the hall telling everyone I fuck a Bishop every now and then?” Apart from the fact the asshole part of him was now in charge, he understood the way she’d felt. Not being able to show him how much she’d actually enjoyed every time he fucked her, and she wasn’t alone in that. He would have days when he’d just want to do his thing the proper way and then quit, but he never did. I mean, who would? Screwing a sixteen and then seventeen year old was a crime, no matter how much they’ve both enjoyed it. “You sure did, but how does that help you now? Do you feel any better now you can tell everyone a forty year old banged you? Like you said, I’m nothing but an old scumbag.”

“No, babe, you missed that train. I got better things to do with my life now, other people, different women. But I gotta say neither one of them has a pair as nice as yours,” he felt like complimenting her after being quite a bastard towards someone he once ... well, had some feelings for. People would say it’s disgusting. That you can’t possibly love or at least feel passionate about someone ten or more years younger, but he surely did. But now, he felt just as if another person stood before him, not that tiny brunette he liked to share a kiss with, not that youngster he bought stuff for, no, not at all. A woman whose tongue was sharper than the sharpest razor blade, a woman who made it crystal clear he was a nobody in her house. “Choose wiser, little Lou. I’m forty three and probably still better than any other child of your age you’ve fucked before. But let’s not get into that, it’s not what I’m here for.” He let out a stiff chuckle, his mouth dry from all the talking, but still he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop this ‘throwing balls at each other’ game they were playing, couldn’t stop staring at her, couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d do to her if he got a chance. “No, I finally realized I’ve got enough of her shit. I can get better. I already have better. I could get better now. Here, on that couch” his eyes followed her tiny figure that sat down with a whisper. Yeah, he used to be good to her. Also to many others. He was a changed man now. Life taught him to be selfish, to look away when he sees trouble. And it helped; it helped him get through every single thing that would normally shatter his heart to pieces. Like her shedding a tear. Closing down, showing a gentler side of her being. But he cared dick shit about it all. Nothing. Nothing moved inside him. “Don’t play tough if you’re unable to finish it off, Louise, how many times have I told you that?” Partially because he thought it was just a game, a tiny little game she played to make him all sensitive and caring again. But with each second he realized he might have actually gone too far. “Oh, you’re for real? I mean ... I thought you couldn’t cry.” He then literally came running to her side, dropping his hand onto her shoulder and becoming quite conscious of the fact that she was still so dear to him.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pet Maj 24, 2013 8:31 pm

tag; mr. aldridge

''and you are so noble and such a gentleman? please, give me a break,'' she snorted and shook her head. she was sort of contradicting herself. he used to make her feel so beautiful, so special. as if she was one of a kind and she was so sure no one will ever make her feel that way again. after him she dated a few guys, fucked a lot. but there was this little voice in the back of her mind whispering his name. because even if he wasn't her first, he was. in a way. ''you didn't give a fuck about me, you were the same as him. he used me to appear better in public, you used me just to scratch an itch your high school sweetheart couldn't!'' she pointed a finger at him. it was funny how that very same jealousy issue still drove her insane. how she could lose her mind just imagining him with emma. but he was hers. he had kids with her. little kids. kids younger than her. ''i'm not saying it's your fault, i know i'm just as much to blame as you are. i wanted it. i wanted you. and look where that brought me – you're in my apartment after a few years and blaming me for blabbing about something i held dear to my heart once! i would never give up our secret,'' she swore out loud and drank up the rest of her glass then shattered it back to the table, her hand needed to be occupied so she reached towards her long messy dark brown hair. ''i never dared to hope that. you were married. you had kids. you still do. it was about sex,'' she stated. not believing herself even close. ''you used to be perfect. now... i don't know anymore,'' she murmured. so perfect.

''stop objectifying me! so i have fantastic tits, i have a great ass, i can suck a cock like a pro – it has nothing to do with you though. i guess you missed a train too,'' there was this volcanic activity inside of her. she tried so hard to keep it down, to contain herself. box it all in and then break down when he left. but it was impossible. she felt too much, he made her feel too much. ''i once told a guy i don't fuck guys my age. you know what he said? that i'm wasting my life. that i should find a nice guy, settle down, be loved. what do you think about that, jack? should i find a twenty-something and get married?'' she suddenly said, remembering what blake said to her in that bathroom stall. the stall where everyone had the opportunity to shove their dicks into her and nail her back to the wall. her moans echoing through the dirty toilet. ''just stop it! we are done. you said so!'' she started to shake her head and suddenly her hands were covering her face so that he couldn't see just how much this was effecting her. this was impossible. she was cold stone. she was a mountain. no one can move a mountain even for a fucking inch. and yet, there she was – miles away from here previous location, almost in tears. she won't cry, couldn't, mustn't. ''fuck you, jack! when did i ever play fucking though with you?'' she now screamed and dropped her hands, feeling a single tear dripping down her cheek. she never played him. never. back then, she didn't even know how to play. he turned her in what she was today. some femme fatale messing with people's emotions. ''you're such... screw you, stop,'' she started murmuring when he ran towards her which she didn't expect. she tried to push him away, her hands on his shoulders, fighting against him. ''jack,'' she sighed giving it a very last push before crushing in his arms.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pet Maj 24, 2013 9:40 pm

tag; loulou smitten

He might not have been a gentleman, but he certainly didn’t screw everyone with a pussy. He had a wide spectre of friends between whom he could choose the right one for something special, but that was all. He wouldn’t call them after they had spent the night together, he wouldn’t text them and he refused to speak to them about it. Just as if it has never happened. He stopped sending flowers with cute cards right about when his marriage started to fall apart ... it being some sort of a wake up call. Some people just didn’t care about tiny little somethings that made days better; some people just couldn’t appreciate his ways of showing his love, so he stopped. Stopped being a gentleman and picked up a different way of treating his women. He fucked them in every way possible, bought them something nice as a farewell gift and whatever-ship over. “Oh come one, Louise, you were sixteen, you still don’t know what you want, how could you possibly know back then? It was just a fling, a mistake maybe, something that will fuck us both over if we don’t make it go away, do you understand?” Especially him. Especially his children. Jamie, not so much, but Jill would probably go crazy if she read about him fucking a seventeen year old. Someone her age. How embarrassing would that be for her? He couldn’t possibly imagine and she was probably the only reason he really wanted this to become a part of the past. That’s why he wanted it safely under the rug and never to come back out. “Look, I couldn’t care less about what you felt back then. It’s all done now, we’re done. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for that article and you know it. I’ve seen you run away whenever you caught a glimpse of me too many times to believe there’s still something we have to talk through ... except for the fact that I might end up in prison and/or lose my children because I’m a lousy paedophile.” his voice rose with each word leaving him breathless at the end of a sentence. That’s what he was. A paedophile. That’s exactly what he will be in the eyes of everyone around him.

“Whoever told you that must be a boring dickface. There’s one thing I tell you, don’t get married. Don’t get married young, don’t get married ever. It just goes downwards after that. And the kids, don’t have them either, you’re stuck for life if you do,” he shared a piece of advice, sounding like a true wise man with all the important crap he had to tell. His kids were his life nonetheless, he loved them more than anything, but if he had a chance to change it all, he would. He would go back in time and run for his life, run out of that fucking church where he married Emma. Maybe everything would be different if that was what he’d have done. Maybe he would quit his job. Maybe he’d keep seeing her. Only her. Maybe they would have kept it a secret for a couple more years and then go viral. Maybe she would have been his if he wasn’t a fucking prick.

He tried pulling her into his embrace as soon as he noticed a little tear stream down her cheek. He wanted it to disappear. And as it slid lower it felt like a knife going straight for his heart. He hurt her. And with that he hurt himself. There was just so much he still felt for her, so much he wanted to tell her but couldn’t for the sake of his ego. “Deep down you’re still that little girl with some issues, banging old dudes in hopes of finding what we used to have. Admit it,” he murmured standing so close to her now, not being sure if his words were offensive or not. “Come here,” he wrapped his hand around her upper arm finally bringing her where she belonged. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said those things to you, I’m a prick, always have been.” He hugged her face with both his hands looking straight into her teary eyes and something invisible drew him closer to her lips. Whatever it was, it was stronger than a magnet. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to kiss her lips, touch her butt cheeks, he wanted more, he wanted all of her. Now. Here. Every hour. Every day. Always.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Sob Maj 25, 2013 3:29 pm

tag; mr. aldridge

''don't speak on my behalf! you are the one who doesn't know what i want. i, on the other hand, know perfectly,'' he was driving her crazy. this was that one conversation she could never anticipate. she never dared to hope, he'll enter her life once more. with years she sort of simply accepted the reality – they were over before they even started. they were never a thing, never a couple. just a girl and a man who did something terribly controversial and wrong. they both screwed up and separation was the most logical solution. she understood that. ''firstly, i want you to leave this apartment as soon as possible. i don't have the nerves do deal with your nonsense accusations,'' her hand was pointing towards the door but she wasn't all that sure of her demands. few years ago she would immediately run after him, break down to her knees and beg him not to leave her so alone. ''second, it might have been a fling for you, but it wasn't for me. i was the stupid little girl who went straight over the edge for you. and third, go the fuck away and never come back,'' she managed to raise her head up and cross her arms under the swell of her breasts. this uniform was made in hell, probably by devil itself who decided to give men a new fantasy, because those buttons had the ability to spontaneously combust. ''couldn't care less? a point for you, jack. that one hurt like hell,'' she winced one more and made a deep breath. at this point, she was prepared to confess to all her weaknesses in front of him. he always had the ability to read her like an open book, no way will she fool him – older and wiser or not.

''of course i ran away! you ditched me! i won't foolishly come running back at first chance i get,'' his words were such a cold shower. what, was she supposed to acknowledge his presence on all those public events? in front of his wife? her father? the press? she ignored him the best way she could and that usually meant heading straight to the exit. ''you won't! there's no evidence about that affair, just office rumors, and they would need me to charge against you. and i won't do that,'' why didn't he listen to her? she won't turn him in? and without her confession they had nothing? they couldn't put someone in jail just based on some gossip. he really thought she would betray him like that? he should really stop stabbing that goddamn needle in her heart. ''i am not,'' she struggled against his arms before collapsing in them, her forehead nestling in the crook of his neck, her arms sneaking around it – pulling him even closer. ''what we used to have? you just said, five minutes ago, that it was a fling and a fucking mistake,'' her words were muffled by his skin as she inhaled that deep dark scent his skin gave away. that was her high. that right there. his skin, his touch, his voice inside her head. ''i hate you so much right now,'' she leaned back just a bit to see what was going on in his eyes. that's when his eyes went soft along with his features. she recognized that look immediately and started to shake her head. no kissing. no kissing. she kissed him.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Sob Maj 25, 2013 5:39 pm

tag; loulou smitten

“Have you thought about why I ditched you? I mean, it was slowly getting out of control, every day I wanted you, you were like a fucking drug, Louise, and when it started to affect my marriage ... well, I thought giving up on it before it got too far was for the best. You were too young,” he sighed with this saddened look in his eyes. She was too young, she really was. If he thought about someone his age fooling around with his daughter, it straight up disgusted him, he got sick in his stomach knowing that’s exactly what he’d done years back. She still managed to turn him on, just by looking at him with that devilish look in her dark brown eyes, with that tongue that slipped out of her mouth licking her upper lip, with her hands placed innocently onto her knees, but all he really saw her his own between her legs again. Shit, all this wasn’t just a fucking fling; ten years after he still wanted her ... just as bad as before. Or even worse. “Everyone makes mistakes. I mean, I make more of them than most people. One was when I lied about this meaning nothing. There’s just something on you that makes me want to make them all again,” he heard himself babble. It was like lucid dreaming. He was out of his body, paralysed with his arms tightly wrapped around Louise’s torso, catching his own words carefully. What a cheesy way to tell her he wanted to fuck her again. Fuck her mindless until they’re both completely shattered, hardly able to move, but still eager to keep on going. With that thought striking him he was finally able to let go off her as she took a step back looking him straight in the eyes; her beautiful eyelashes all wet from some tears that managed to find their way out, he lips, pink and so close to his right now. So close he could feel her breath somewhere on his neck, too close to count or even clearly see the freckles on her cheeks he knew about. “Fuck, you’re crazy,” he mumbled against her lips just when he took another breath so he was able to feel her again. And again. It was funny what they did to each other, but it was plain mad what she did to him.

“Your clothes, take them off, now!” he demanded her naked with all the feelings that have been accumulating deep inside him ever since he last screwed her rushing over his body like an aphrodisiac. It was incredible how she could make him so furious, but also crazy about her, so much he could just rip that tight uniform off her to get to her firm tits and stiff standing nipples. “Oh god, I’m gonna fuck your tight cunt until you beg me to stop,” he was now literally throwing her clothes all over the place and his followed just as quickly. Pushing her down onto her couch short little films played in his mind; there was no way in hell he could possibly be so gentle now, he wanted his hard dick buried in her but instead that’s what he’s done with his face. Right there between her enormous breasts kissing every millimetre of her skin as she moaned with pleasure. “Oh yeah, you can moan as much as you’d like now, go ahead, scream my name,” he pressed another kiss right on her nipple catching it between his teeth, before he travelled lower, licking around her navel and then even further down. “That’s how a real man does it,” her legs parted as he sunk his face down there licking her pink and swollen pussy his nose filling with the delightful scent of an aroused woman. He faintly kissed the sensitive crease on her inner thigh and then returned back to her cleft running his tongue across the hard bud beneath it. “Fuck, I could spend hours between your legs ... teasing you.” She tasted so good he could hardly call back any other memories of them doing this before; to hell with it, he couldn’t possibly think of any other woman that tasted, felt and looked as good as her.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Ned Maj 26, 2013 6:23 pm

tag; mr. aldridge

she could barely contain it all. anger, lust, madness. all mixed into that agonizing feeling, her heart was beating faster and faster, her lungs tried to escape when she couldn't get enough oxygen. it felt as if her brains were slowly shutting now and the only thing she could concentrate on was him. she looked him and tried to put the pieces together. his words about how he lied. how it meant something. how she was the one mistakes he would repeat all over again. and a thousand other little things that drove her to complete out-of-body experience. she was all to aware of his arms around her and how his fingers dug into the material and texture of her uniform. temporary insanity, that's what it was. she pressed her lips harshly at his, wondering if it'll be the same as always. if she'll still feel that one kiss in every inch of her body to the point where she could only think about how much she wanted him inside of her. how much she needed him to push her beyond the edge and further down. ''jack,'' she moaned against his lips and leaned back into him for another one, when he stopped and that demand in his voice echoed through her veins. this was no game, they weren't playing. it wasn't even a match, he would win out from the start. she stood up and her fingers quickly unbuttoned the front of her shirt, her eyes carefully attached to his. she tried to be patient and slow but he was right there, making her go faster until the top was down on the floor, her pants around her ankles. ''why would i want yo to stop?'' she incoherently mumbled as she stepped around and fell back on the couch, her head landing on the pillows. she quickly scooted herself up on her elbows, her teeth biting down on her lips in wild anticipation.

she could feel the thick length of his cock on her inner thigh but obviously he had some different plans. her bra ended up on the floor and she wasn't sure whether he slid down her panties or non-chalantly ripped them apart and into pieces. however she expected for him to do the very same thing to her. rip her apart and rip her open. devour her. his face disappeared down between her tits, second later his mouth latching on her aching nipple which had her arching her back and making a loud moan escape her throat. ''jack!'' she gasped and calmed herself down as gentle kisses traveled down her navel. oh, god. he was returning her the favor. back then, she sucked his cock, he had her from the front and from behind. but he never ever went down on her, this was about to get real good. her hand got caught in his hair as she pushed him down between her legs, putting his tongue to some good use. and fuck it, it was so good. she smiled at his words and her eyes got shut tight as that tongue worked around her cleft, swirling inside and out, driving her crazy. her breathing went over the charts, her moans quickening with the pressure, with the never-ending rhythm of teasing. her heel was pushing at his shoulder, her hand pressing him down, giving him no other option but to make her come. she put her free mouth across her mouth as she loudly screamed into it when he finally drove her into a frenzy. ''oh, fuck me,'' she whispered in a throaty voice, slowly opening her eyes and catching his down there. her grip softened and she sat up, making him do the same. she pushed him down on the coach and ripped the buttons of his shirt open, unfastened his belt and her fingers fucking shook as she pulled them down along with his briefs. for a moment she looked down at his cock that stood to attention and then back up to his eyes. she stepped towards the couch and raised one after another knee on each side of him. ''this... this is a one-night thing, okay?'' she managed to get out in a shaky voice, muting his answer with her lips. she sank straight down on his hard on, with no trouble at all, her walls stretching to accommodate the length. ''oh, god, jack,'' she moaned into his mouth, stilling herself and gasping loudly. she pressed her forehead to his and moved a little bit. moved her hips a few inches up and back down.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Ned Maj 26, 2013 7:57 pm

tag; loulou smitten

His attraction to her was obvious in his enthusiasm to make her cum like mad and with each lick he would use his thumb to rub her clit a bit harder. He stopped briefly to mumble something not so sweet out, but he was way too busy fucking her with his tongue to pay any attention to the words. Every now and then he would look back up at her seeing her smiling and catching her breath, feeling her body shift. God, he craved her, craved her with the intensity of an addict and although he wasn’t the one getting it he still moaned in ecstasy. There was no smell, taste or sensations that can compare to that one of hers and he just couldn’t believe he managed to stay out of her for so long. Almost ten years he was deprived of her sexual wetness, oh god, but all the waiting made things even sweeter now. He watched her swing her leg around him having him all glued to her sex, her hand slipping to his head pushing his face into her.

Drop after drop of her juices formed and escaped her lovely body and he places his tongue below her pussy damming the flowing wetness. He didn’t slide into her yet he just went over the hood of her clit and nibbled on it with extreme gentleness. His tongue eventually moved in and slipped deep and hard into the delicate folds of her pussy, his mouth completely covered in her juices. He swirled around her, tickled every bump before withdrawing and circling her clit again. He went faster and faster and just by the shaking of her body he knew she was reaching new heights of ecstasy. He head was trashing from side to side, her muscles snapped so tights around his tongue and then relaxed as he played with her still. He climax was exactly what he wanted and she begged him to fuck her right before she exploded in one. “Oh, I’m gonna do you right now, babe, just wait,” he murmured as he kissed his way back up but she needed no time, she was ready to go again, ready to ride his hard cock. He looked up as she slid his briefs down, his dick rising straight up as he positioned herself onto his lap and then shutting his mouth by kissing him passionately as ever. Oh no, this couldn’t be a one night thing, no way, he will want her every day after this, every fucking day, breakfast, lunch and dinner and he couldn’t care less of what she thought about it.

“Oh fuck me, ride me, come on,” he wrapped his hands around her waist pushing her down on him faster. God she was still so tight on him. Her sex was gripping all around his cock and it was driving him mad, he wanted to stay inside her forever. He knew he’d never possibly have a more perfect cunt in all his life, this was it, this had to be it. Her lips curled up into a smile as she lowered herself back on him feeling every inch of him rip her apart but it wasn’t getting them anywhere. He drove himself inside her over and over again, faster, harder, in long but fast strokes, pushing them both on the edge, her cute little self for the second time in a matter of minutes. He face was so peaceful, her mouth open as if she was about to moan or scream him name and he wanted her to. “Don’t you dare come until I say you can,” he breathed against her lips meeting her halfway as she rode him crazily and all this could well be the end of him. He wanted her. He fucking needed her, yes, that was it, he needed her tight cunt around him and nothing else mattered. “Cum for me, baby, cum for me.”

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pon Maj 27, 2013 7:02 am

tag; mr. aldridge

it was utterly wonderful. how after all this time he still knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how far he could go without her needing to switch the tables and take over the control. and she didn't even like the same things as back then – but he still knew. because he knew her. she slid down on his cock, never wanting this to end. but it will, as all things did. she'll find an excuse and kick him out out the apartment later on. or maybe in the morning if he'll be exceptionally stubborn. she knew this wasn't what he came here for. and that was something she had to keep in mind. maybe this was all manipulation. charm her so that she would keep her mouth shout, but it was completely unnecessary in that case also. she bit down on his lips and pulled them not to gently. for a moment she had to stop herself, she was thinking way too much. in that moment she shut down all possible arguments and moved on his cock. riding up and down. at first in a controlled contained rhythm, her pussy accommodating to fitting him all in and then she sank all the way down, his words repeating itself in her ears. ''why are you so per...'' she stopped herself in time and rather pushed her head to the crook of his neck and then bit down on the skin of his shoulder as he started thrusting himself up into her, with a death grip on his hips. ''you're so fucking thick,'' she groaned as the pain mixed with absolute delight and she let her head fall back, her mind concentrating only on his tantalizing moves.

thinking was left behind as she pushed down one more time and she could feel how her cunt started objecting, wanting to explode and yet his words stopped her. she managed to get out a frustrated sigh and leaned down to him to kiss his lips, possibly kissing all the rejections away. ''jack,'' she quietly moaned and opened her eyes, just to find him already looking at her. one of her hands slipped through her hair, the other reached down, creating a ring with her fist and clasping it around the base of his cock. fuck, she could feel him stretching her. and then she let go. she could feel the thick bursts inside of her, her walls gripping him tight, not wanting to let him retreat. every free inch of her was filled to its full capacity – with his coming cock, with his cum. she didn't dared to speak his name, she stayed silent and her knees went all soft as her mind exploded into thousand different pieces, she'll never be able to get it back together. her forehead drifted towards his shoulders and she carefully raised herself up, his semi-hard cock sliding out, yet she still felt him everywhere. she just sat there in his lap, not wanting to luck at him. yes, she was fucking satisfied. yes, she would do it all over again, every single mistake. but this was messed up, she wasn't getting anywhere near him again. she just couldn't. she needed to shower, to wash him off of her completely. fucking addiction. fucking jack aldridge. ''well, that was nice,'' she murmured and stood up, her legs shaky but stable. she reached down to pick up his pants, giving him a nice view of her still swollen and wet pussy, and threw them at him. ''get dressed and walk out, jack,'' whoah, she actually said it. she could pat herself on the shoulder for that one. good job, lou, very good. you're pathetic.

Naslov sporočila: Re: salina road no. 04 Pon Maj 27, 2013 4:09 pm

tag; loulou smitten

It was the oddest combination of beautiful pain and intense pleasure that he had ever experienced, but it sent him flying over the edge. His back arched a bit but he kept simultaneously thrusting into her tight and wet opening, his head thrown back as he felt her biting onto his trembling skin. He was free falling and so was she, careening out of control if you will. One arm wrapped around her waist he kept pounding into her, the other hand still entwined in her hair, beautiful silky hair that tickled onto his back and front. She obeyed him like a sweet puppy when he demanded what was highly unlikely to happen. He wanted them to explode together; he wanted her to enjoy this longing feeling for as long as physically possible. She was like a sweet marionette of his, his little doll that he had to satisfy in every way and he cared about her more than he’s ever cared about any other human being. “Oh, Jesus, Louise, I could do this forever,” he caught himself speak in this terrific orgasm; he went load after load in her tight cunt as it was still tightly wrapped around his cock, draining him out completely. She was his muse. His little girl. His everything.

“This was ... this was,” he just couldn’t find words for what has just happened so he just kept on kissing her soft skin, running his hands across her perfectly shaped butt cheeks; she was so different but yet so familiar, they could have waited even longer but they’d still know each other. “You still know how to drive me crazy,” he murmured into her lips well swollen from all the kissing. He didn’t want to let go off her but she was determined to get away. Bending over she gave him a perfect view of her dripping went pussy and he instantly hardened again. “You make me hard just by looking at you,” he commented when she threw his pants at him trying hard not to look him in the eyes. He started off by buttoning his shirt up and sticking the tie into his pocket. He had nowhere to go really, just home, so he didn’t need to look all decent and tight up.

“Do you know what you’re asking me for? To ditch you again, leave you again.” Speaking up softly he felt this urge to bring her home into his embrace, kiss her forehead, kiss her nose, her lips, touch her hot skin and tell her everything she wanted to hear. “You know you want that to happen again, I know you do,” he hoped he was right, because at this moment he would kill to have her all by himself. “I’m free for lunch tomorrow, my office, two o’clock, or anytime really, I’ll make space for you.”He will make sure everything goes well, all the meetings under the roof by the time she finishes her shift, or even if they’re not, doing things the old way could be quite nostalgic – he missed her blowjobs, that’s for sure. “Now, I’d stay longer, but I got work to do, you’re welcome to tag along though,” he announced with a smile on his face knowing that she felt everything but the need to spend more time with him, because after all there weren’t any strings attached between them. Stepping closer toward her she moved back a bit, showing him there were in fact some boundaries he had to respect, so he simply rotated on his heel and walked out, with some words still at the tip of his tongue. Two o’clock. He wanted her there, ready to get her brain fucked out.

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