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 Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 8:16pm On Sep 21, 2022 |
Several days later…. Richard got off the train and headed down the platform towards the street below. There was a slight chill in the air – did it want to rain? There was nothing like that in the weather forecast. He gazed up at the sky. It was a cloudless night, and the almost full moon cast a silver light on everything. Not too many people were about. He walked slowly towards the direction of the condo. His mind wandered back to the call he had with Eliza earlier. She had gone out of town for another location shoot and promised to come back hot and hörny, ready for another rävishing from him. Yes, the sex was great, but he began to feel he would need some sort of energy boost before meeting up with her from now on. The girl did not know when to stop. He was always left drained and exhausted after each sexual encounter they had. It was by digging deep he was barely able to maintain the edge over her. She was insatiable, and unfortunately for him, hard to resist. He walked by a small diner and realized he was hungry. He decided to have a quick bite. Sitting down in one of the booths, he picked a menu and scanned through the items. “One plate of pork sausage and brown rice please,” he told the pleasant server who stood ready to take his order, “oh, and a bottle of beer if you have it.” He glanced around the diner; a group of funny looking middle-aged farts sat at the counter belly-laughing while gobbling their meals. A large TV hung on the wall, the news playing muted on the screen. “Oh look at that beauty!!!” he heard one of the men say. They were all staring at the TV screen, “Alexis, turn the volume up!!!” Richard looked at the TV and his heart skipped a moment. Athena was there, staring right back at him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “In order to control the prices of agricultural produce, the government is discussing whether to continue the import of seed from China…” She looks so tired, so…exhausted, he thought. For the past couple of days, he had perceived a stressed, low energy aura about her. Though he had wanted to ask, he held his tongue. They were no longer married. They just shared living quarters for the time being. It was not his problem anymore. Besides, he had also had quite the week. He had assisted in three procedures and led in one. Each made him physically drained. He did not have the energy to bother about his ex-wife’s ways of handling her stress. Besides, she had made it clear they not interfere in each other’s lives. Fortunately, she seemed a bit alright on the TV tonight. The server brought his piping hot meal and he started eating with thanks. He did not know how hungry he was until he had almost eaten half of the meal. Every now and then between bites, he glanced up at the TV. She did look quite nice tonight; he found that he was admiring her from where he sat. “She does look good to fück, doesn’t she?” he heard one of the rändy goats say. The others quickly nodded in agreement. “Usually, these kind of cold girls are very frustrated and liberal in bed,” another said, “tough she looks cold and hard, once she gets a taste of a dïck as big as mine, they usually sing a different tune, begging for more while they get fücked from behind.” The others laughed at the crude jokes. “For those kinda women, once my dïck enters them, they begin to tremble and start moaning like slüts,” the first guy continued. The others continued to laugh in their semi-drunken states. Such a bunch of degenerates, Richard thought. As if any of you can get a girl half as hot as Athena. She’s not the type of woman in your class. “Why did she go quiet? Is the TV frozen?” Richard looked up again. Athena’s expression had changed to a solemn look. It was like she was staring right at him. “She’s just staring at the camera, not saying anything…wait, is she crying?!” Richard got up and moved closer…and watched as several tears ran down her face. “What’s wrong with her?” he heard them say, “is she…upset or something?” Richard just stared back at the screen. She never let emotions take over her like that while on TV. She was always courteous and very professional. “My apologies, my esteemed listeners…in regards to my sudden silence.” she finally continued. “Oh, she’s started talking again…” “Maybe she heard what we said and was sort of scared…” “Or willing…” Richard wanted to grab a bottle off their counter and smash it across their bald domes, but kept his cool. She did not deserve to be talked in such filthy language. “…in other news, the price of crude oil continues to rise…” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:25pm On Sep 19, 2022*. Modified: 1:39pm On Sep 20, 2022 |
That night, he sat on the plush leather sofa, näked as the day he was born. She equally sat straddled in his laps in her birthday suit, his steel hardness buried deep in her. Guttural moans of raw passion escaped their throats. He sucked hard on her nïpples, his hands gripping her waist tightly as she rode him like a stallion, bringing them closer and closer to eruption. “I’m going to cüm soon,” he informed her. Eliza looked down at him and caressed his head. Her hips moved skillfully, slipping him in and out of her with fluid, squelching sounds. “Wait for me baby…let’s cüm together,” she implored. She kissed him deeply and her hips increased in pace. Richard held her tight to steady her, and before long she began to quake. She gasped as her örgasm shot through her body, and not long afterwards Richard grunted. “Oh shït!!” he grimaced and emptied his sëmen into the condom. Both panted as they tried to get their breaths back, their bodies glistening in sweat despite the cool air circulating from the air conditioner. They managed to calm their racing hearts down. “Why…why can’t I get enough of you? You’re like a drug…I’m addicted...” She gasped into his shoulder. She finally let his softened dïck slip out of her wetness and got off him. Richard’s eyes followed her as she walked in all her beautiful and näked glory to the minibar. “Whiskey baby?” she asked. “Sure…on the rocks,” he responded as he carefully pulled off the cüm-filled rubber, tied it up, and wrapped it in the same tissue as the one they had used previously. He watched her pour two glasses of scotch over ice. They had been seeing each other like this at least once a week since that day. He did not believe she would come back again after hurting her that first time, but was pleasantly surprised when she called him a week later. This was the third or fourth time they were meeting for sex. Eliza handed him one of the glasses and she sat down and snuggled up to him. They sipped their drinks while they watched the muted TV in front of them. He was quite happy the way things were going. At least it took his mind off the series of thoughts he had for Athena, whom he knew was now a no-go-area. Eliza drained the rest of her whiskey and reached out and began to stroke his dïck again. “What…again?” Richard remarked in alarm. “Don’t tell me you’re tired.” she eyed him. “I am…trust me, you have a lot of energy…” “But he doesn’t seem tired.” She responded as Richard felt himself begin to grow hard from her deft strokes. “Please, ignore his responses…” “No I won’t,” she replied, and reached for his hand. She placed it on her breäst, and he began to involuntarily handle it. “You see? Now we are on the same page.” She french-kissed him, her mouth tasting the sweet alcoholic taste of their drink, and her hand stroked him to full hardness. She broke the kiss and leaning into his lap, she wrapped her lips around his glans and ran her tongue all over it, making him moan again, his hands running through her red hair as she sucked him for a few moments before coming back up. “Richard, this time around, can you treat me rough? I want it rough now...like that time…” Richard could see the hunger in her eyes. “A-are you sure? I do not want to hurt you like I did that day.” “You did not hurt me…you just caught me unawares…and yes, I am sure.” She pulled another condom from the pack and tore the wrapper open with her teeth. She slipped it onto him and lay back on the sofa, spreading her arms wide. “Do whatever you like…if it is too overwhelming, I’ll tell you to stop…and you must stop, okay?” “O…okay.” He grabbed her arms and pulled her roughly into his laps. Her already wet lips made contact with his hardness and Eliza gasped in surprise as he plowed into her without warning. “Oh my!” she gasped and felt him pin her arms behind his back. His other hand reached upwards and yanked her head backward by her hair. This brought out another surprised moan from her. “Richard!!!” she groaned. She knew she was in for it this time and she braced herself. **** It was almost an hour later before they finally disengaged. Eliza lay crumpled like a rag doll on the sofa wheezing and gasping for air, her näked body twitching from the brutal assault she had just gone through. How she had managed to survive the past hour was nothing short of a miracle. Every single muscle in her body hurt; even muscles she did not know existed hurt. Who knew this simple doctor and surgeon, her…errand boy of those days had this kind of energy in him. She had found out the hard way. She had asked for it rough and Richard had completely overwhelmed her. He fücked her in every conceivable position imaginable – missionary, prone-bone, döggy, stand-and-deliver, corkscrew, spooning, cow-girl, anvil, leap frog, downward dog…you name it. By the time her sixth örgasm of the night wracked her soul, she was begging him to stop. She was so drained, she could hardly lift a finger. Her body was covered in all sorts of bodily fluids – sweat, saliva, her own secretions. She could hardly believe this ravaged body her soul harbored was hers. All she could sense was the ringing in her ears and the numbness in her entire body. She just lay there and tried to regain enough of her energy. She watched through drooping eyes as he also sat sprawled at the end of the sofa where she lay. Her heartstrings tugged. “Richard,” she managed to finally say, “do you know this will be the first time a man would fück me to stupor?” “I’m sorry Eliza…”, he gasped as he tried to fill his lungs with air. “Stop apologizing!!! I’m not saying that to spite you. All I’m saying is…no one has shaken me to the core like this before…not even my former husband.” “O…kay.” He surprised her when he stood up. “Wait…what are you doing?” “I’m putting my clothes on,” he said as he slipped into his boxers and looked around for his shirt and trousers. She sat up. “You’re leaving already?” “Yes. I have to go home.” “It’s so late…why don’t you sleep over?” “Thanks, but I have to go.” Eliza’s mood darkened. “I thought you said you were divorced…are you going back home to her?” Richard understood her changed mood. “Oh, you think I’m going back home because of my ex-wife? No, not that at all. I just have to go to work early tomorrow. I can’t wear the same clothes I’m wearing now. Besides I have to perform a procedure tomorrow and all the files I need are on my home computer.” She stared at him for a long moment, and her mood softened. “Oh…right. For a second I forgot you were a surgeon. Alright be safe on the way home.” Richard walked back to her and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’ll make it up to you some other time. I promise.” He turned and headed out the door. “See you soon.” Eliza stared at the door for a long time after he left, her mood darkening by the second. Damn you, Athena. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:17pm On Sep 19, 2022 |
PART THREE Present Day “Don’t worry about me, okay?” the old man smiled weakly. The tubes connected to his nostrils supplied him with oxygen. The man was finally able to talk, although few words at a time. It was already about two months since he was admitted. He had undergone rigorous treatments of chemotherapy, which took away most of his already depleted energy. The good thing was his health seemed to be improving; not by much, but at least it was something to hold on to. “But dad…” Athena said, sitting beside him on the hospital bed. Athena’s dad held onto her hand in a weak grip. “Your husband…my son-in-law, is here. He’s always looking after me. Why do you need to be so worried? The lovely young nurse and other staff take care of me as well. Richard comes to chat with me everyday.” “He does?” Athena asked and side-glanced at Richard who stood quietly at the foot of the bed, “b-but I should be the one taking care of you, not some silly nurse. You should be seeing your daughter more often.” “What do you mean? I see you everyday. I get to see my beautiful daughter on the TV reporting the news…that gives me joy to see you working hard. I know you have a lot of work…but I’m happy you take time to come see your old man…” Richard walked a few steps behind her down the hallway to the elevators. “You should go back to work,” she broke the thick silence between them, “you do not need to see me off.” “Hmm? Oh…alright,” he replied. “You shouldn’t worry too much about your dad though.” Athena paused. “What do you mean by that? Why shouldn’t I worry about my father?” she asked coldly. “What I mean is I’ll keep doing my best to treat him. His prognosis are not really god, but so far he has been responding to treatment. I’m sure with time, he will come through.” Athena glanced at him over her shoulder. “Thanks.” She said after a few moments. “You do not need to thank me, it is the least I can…do,” but she had already disappeared down the hall and around the corner. Richard stared into the empty space she occupied just a few moments earlier. “Oh wow…” he heard someone exclaim behind him. He turned around and Avery stood a few feet away. “Wow…isn’t that the very beautiful reporter, Athena Chambers?” “Yes…it’s her.” Richard sighed in reply. “Oh wow! She’s my role model. I like her poise, her grace…I aspire to be like her when I grow older…what was she doing here by the way?” “She’s my…wife.” He waited for the information to register, and after a few moments of a blank stare, Avery reared back in horror. “Your…wife?!” --------------------------------------------------------------- “So the patient in room 1206...here in the hospital…is your father-in-law…” They were both sitting on one of the several benches in the small park at the side of the hospital, watching people walk by and the pigeons cooing as they bobbed their heads around for food. “Yeah…been admitted for about two months now,” Richard responded, “he’s been under strict medication and rigorous chemotherapy. If his situation does not improve or even worsens, we might have to conduct emergency surgery.” Avery sipped her coffee. “You must be very worried then…" "Not really..." "He shouldn't be, in any case. He’s in very good hands. After all you’re a very good doctor.” Richard glanced over at her. “I guess so…I do not like to brag about my capabilities…” “I know you are a very good doctor!” Avery said and punched him in the arm lightly, “I love the way you dedicate yourself to your work, your patience with other staff…I’ve learned a lot from you since I started working here. Any patient will be glad to have you as their doctor.” “Which reminds me,” he remarked, “what about you?” “What about me?” Avery looked back confused. “Your,” he gave a quick glance to her ample chest, “breästs.” Avery blushed. “What about my breästs?” “Did you ever have them checked out? You complained about the pain and after I…you know…” She looked around quickly. “Stop talking about that in such an open place!!!” “Well, I felt as a doctor I should ask…” “Well not here!!" "Sorry..." "Anyways, I haven’t had the time to get them checked, if that's what you're asking…it’s been quite hectic since I started working here…” “…but you need to have them checked again to be sure…another physical examination before you proceed further since it’s been how long you started work here? Nine, ten months?” “Yeah, thereabouts…” She turned away slightly. “Y’know, I wouldn’t…mind it if…YOU gave me another physical…” she puppy-eyed at him shyly. Richard glanced at her chest again, and Avery laughed at the look on his face. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:07pm On Sep 16, 2022 |
Later, he lay on the bed in a pair of boxers and watched as Athena approached the end of the bed in a sexy pair of lingerie, her eyes glued to the huge package that awaited her. She climbed onto the bed at his feet and began to glide her body along his legs, up his thighs, past his hardness, and then to his chest. She leaned in to give him a wet kiss; his hands reached behind her to unhook her bra. Her magnificent pair immediately poured out, and he turned her on her back. He started to kiss her, caress her smooth skin, and it was not too long before she began to respond to his touch. He kissed down her body, taking time and attention on her erogenous zones. “Oh…Richard…” she exhaled. Her breath had started to come in short, erotic gasps. Richard pinched her nïpple, and she moaned. His fingers lightly caressed her ribs and her body arched slightly off the bed. He sucked one brëast while gently squeezing the other. He began to kiss down her bbody and was soon caressing the baby soft skin of her lower belly with his lips and tongue. “Oh Richard…take me…” Her voice faded away; her hands clawed at the soft bedsheets and she lost herself in the erotic bliss of the attention he gave her body. By now his dïck was raging hard, begging for relief. Suddenly they heard his phone vibrate. They both peered over at where it lay on the nightstand. “It’s so late…why are you still getting text messages at this time?” Athena asked. “Just…ignore it.” He continued to kiss and caress her body. Athena shivered and was about to turn away when the phone vibrated again. She reached out to pick it up. “What if it’s from the hospital…” she said as she peered at the phone. “Just ignore it…I will reply to it later. Now is not the time.” He noticed she did not respond. Her body had suddenly gone stiff. He looked up at her. “Athena…what’s wrong?” A look of horror and disbelief was plastered on her face. Her eyes were still glued to the phone. He quickly reached out and took it from her and peered at the screen. **** Hello Doc, thank you for spending time with me today. I really enjoyed our outing. I’m so grateful you took time to explain everything. **** I want to also thank you for all you did to met at the lounge. I must confess, but I really loved your touches that night. **** I hope to see you at work tomorrow. Have a good night and sweet dreams. Nurse Avery. **** END OF PART TWO |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:04pm On Sep 16, 2022 |
Much later, as he walked home, he reminisced over his chat with Avery. She indeed was a pleasant girl, though naïve and a bit clumsy. He hoped she would be able to handle the rigors that came with the job. She was quite smart, but she had a lot to learn. He walked into the condo and met his wife sitting on the sofa, phone in hand, a commercial playing on the large flat-screen TV. “What’s wrong dear? It’s already quite late,” he said as he dropped his bag by the door, “don’t you have to be at the station early tomorrow?” “Honey, do you know what day it is today?” she asked in return. Richard’s heart jumped. Did he forget an anniversary or something? His mind quickly raced to find an answer, but he came up blank. “Uhh…th-that…can you give me a…hint?” Athena stood up, and to his surprise, she walked over to him and gave him a hug. What’s going on? It wasn’t in her nature to hug him so fiercely. Whatever it was, he would comfort her first. His hands wrapped around and held her tightly. “Richard…I managed to get a spot as the eleven o’clock news anchor,” she said. “Is that why you couldn’t sleep,” he asked and rubbed her back gently, “don’t be so sad…” “What are you saying?” she asked, her big sexy eyes looking up at him in surprise, “you should be congratulating me, not comforting me.” “O…kay…yeah…I should be…right?” “Of course you should…from the six o’clock slot to eleven o’clock…next in line will be the primetime hour! You should be happy for me...” “I am…really…” “…and that’s why I wanted to celebrate with you…my dear husband.” She gestured to the table, and only then did he observe the large bottle of champagne and assorted cheeses set up. He let out a small exhale of relief. He thought he had bleeped up again somewhere. “I’m sorry dear…I don’t really understand much about the media industry, so I did not know how much these different hours meant…” A sudden thought went through his mind. If her news hour got shifted, that meant she did not need to wake up so early to head to the station and then…his dïck swelled in response and did not go unnoticed by Athena. “Richard, are you thinking about sëx again?” she looked up at him crossly. She stepped back and crossed her arms under her chest. “Because I don’t need to worry about waking up so early in the morning to head to the station, you think you can fill that space up with sëx?” “What are you saying? Do you think my head is only filled up with such thoughts whenever I’m with you?” Actually, his head WAS always filled with them anytime he saw her in the kind of outfit she had on at the moment, which was quite regularly. Every night before going to bed, and on some occasional mornings, she made sure she did an hour of yoga. They hadn’t had sëx in a while, and his balls had been pressuring for release only a woman’s inner folds could provide. Right now, as she stood barefoot in her tight yoga pants and an equally tighter sports bra that really emphasized the size of her brëasts, he tried to keep his eyes level with hers. “You always have those kind of thoughts…don’t think I never noticed the effects...like right now.” She glanced down at his crotch. “Is there anything wrong in me having such thoughts about my wife? Would you prefer if I thought that way about someone else? It’s not a big deal…” Athena dropped her arms. “Fine…I’ll let you off this time.” She approached him again and reaching up on her toes, she kissed him on the lips. Another thing that she hadn’t done in a long time. “Today is a special day for me,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body into him, “so I want to share my happiness with you.” She pulled her sports bra down and let her brëasts fall out. She took his hand and pressed it against them, and a small gasp escaped her lips. Richard suddenly grabbed her bütt and lifted her up in the air, eliciting a squeal of surprise from her. “Wait!! Why the rush?!” she exclaimed as he attacked her already hardening nïpples with his mouth and began sucking vigorously, “w-we have all night!!! Let’s celebrate first!!!” “We can celebrate later,” he responded and switched from one hard tip to another. Athena felt her body tingle. “O-okay…put me down!! Go take a shower first! You smell like a damn hospital.” “Hmm…oh…okay…sorry about that…was quite a hectic day…” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:00pm On Sep 16, 2022 |
“Thank you so much Dr. Richard,” Avery said in glee, “I thought you did not know me, or were trying to pretend not to…” “No you don’t need to thank me for anything,” Richard replied, “rumors float around quickly in this hospital of ours. Anyone could have been listening to our conversation.” They were seated in the coffee shop on Duneham street, far away from the prying eyes of the hospital staff. “I’m sorry Dr. Richard, I was just so nervous, I did not realize I was running my mouth.” “It’s okay, just be careful next time. You wouldn’t want to be the subject of gossip among the medical staff there.” Richard took a sip from his chai latte. “By the way,” he continued, “Avery?” Avery laughed. “I knew you were quite surprised…Cherry was just a name I took for my duties in the lounge.” “I’m curious, why did you decide to work in a lounge, since I assume you trained as a nurse?” Avery looked away shyly. “I did it…for the money. I have a lot of student loans to pay, and getting a job immediately after nursing school was proving to be a bit more difficult than anticipated.” “You just finished nursing school?” he asked in surprise. No wonder she looked so young. “Yes…about six months ago.” “…and how long have you been working…or rather, worked in the lounge?” “I took some waitressing jobs here and there after school. I started working on the lounge about two months ago.” “That’s interesting…you must be quite young then.” Avery looked at him, her eyes dancing brightly in the light cast by the bulbs above. “Are you trying to find out how old I am?” Richard smiled again. “Maybe…” “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll tell you” she batted her eyelashes at him. He laughed. “Okay…how old are you, if I may ask?” “Y’know it’s not polite to ask a lady for her age? It makes her feel old.” “I know the beautiful young lady I’m asking is not as old as I think.” A bright smile lightened her face. “I’m twenty-three.” “Serious? And here I thought you were just twenty. You’re an old woman indeed.” Avery burst out laughing, a sweet, melodious laughter that played pleasantly in his ears. “Dr. Richard!! C’mon, don’t be mean!!” “In any case, you don’t have much to worry about. You are young, pretty, and very smart as I can see…” Avery blushed a bit. “Thanks…” “…the duties of a hospital nurse are quite tedious, but if you focus on your responsibilities and work hard, you will do just fine. If you need any help, just reach out to me.” “Thank you Dr. Richard...” “Speaking of which, you should try to forget what happened with Chief. I saw what he did the other day in the lounge…” Avery flinched. “Don’t get me wrong,” he hurriedly continued, “although it sounds like I’m praising him too much, but he’s really not a bad person.” “Ohh…right…” “And I’m sure he would not remember you as one of the girls from the lounge. He was pretty smashed up that night…” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:34pm On Sep 15, 2022 |
A few days later… Richard left the OR and headed to his office. He was supposed to take part in an operation that morning, but at the last moment the Chief of surgery called it off. The patient had not been prepped properly, and therefore, they could not carry the operation out without significant risk. They decided to push the procedure to the next day. He headed down the hall to the elevators which he would take to his floor. He ran into some of the new nurses, who greeted him politely as they walked by. Richard thought about Cherry…or was it Avery? He wasn’t sure which was her real name. for the past few days since he surprisingly ran into her as one of the new nurses, she had been on his mind. So this was the new job she was referring to. He did not know her, so he had no reason to judge in regards to her choice of career. What surprised him was the transition from “escort”, or in her case hostess, to hospital nurse. In any case, it was not really his business. He remembered an encounter the day the nurses started out. He was had gone to the cafeteria for lunch, and was walking to return his tray, when he overheard a small group of younger resident doctors talking. “Hey, did you see those new nurses today?” one of them asked his colleagues. “Yeah, they all looked very cute,” another agreed. “I really like the one named Linette, she’s a real killer.” “Not as killer as the petite one…Avery?” His ears immediately pricked and he slowed his steps. “Yeah Avery…she’s a real bombshell…” “She looks like a walking Barbie doll…I would do anything to get my hands on those killer tïts of hers.” “That makes two of us…I call dibs on her though…” Richard walked up to the three doctors. “Hey…don’t you know it’s a crime to talk about nurses in this hospital that way?” The young doctors turned to him. “Oh, Specialist Richard,” one of them recognized him. The one who talked about Avery laughed. “We are not married, and it is just boy banter, so no harm done…besides, that rule should only apply to people like you who are married, don’t you think? It will be strange if you, a married man, did talk about nurses, right?” “Besides,” the one who recognized him first, “aren’t you married to that beautiful reporter? You shouldn’t be worried about young nurses when you have someone as hot as her for a wife.” “Just…be careful, okay? You would not want to mess your careers up over some immature urges for the nurses.” That was a few days ago. He had seen the other new nurses on occasion, but not much of Avery. The only times he caught a glimpse of her was during his ward rounds. He reached his office and changed into his regular clothes. His stomach began to growl. It was almost lunch time. He hadn’t had anything apart from a cup of coffee that morning. Checking his calendar, he saw that he was free for the next several hours. He headed down to the cafeteria. After getting his lunch, he sat down at one of the several tables. A large number of people had started coming in; it was going to get busy soon. He was about to tuck into his food when he heard an all too familiar voice overhead. “G-good day, Dr. Richard. How are you today?” Richard looked up and saw a shy Avery looking down at him. “Good day, nurse Avery,” he responded. Avery took the chair opposite him. “I’m so sorry I haven’t reached out to you since I resumed. It was quite a shock when I saw you here…to think that right after meeting you at the…lounge the other night…I would get to see you again…I really did not know how to react to…” “What do you mean…what are you talking about?” he asked. Avery was taken aback. She began to fidget. “What? Y-you mean you do not remember…” “…and you mentioned a lounge…I never visit such places. You must mistake me for someone else. Did you work in a lounge before now?” Richard saw the look of befuddlement in her eyes. “I…ah…I indeed worked previously…you’re right…I must have mistaken you for someone else…” “Indeed you must have. I do hope you will do your best in this hospital…” Avery could not believe what she was hearing from him. “What?!” “We deal with human lives here…if something happens to our patients because of personal issues, would you be able to bear the consequences?” “Dr. Richard, what are you saying? I’m sorry, I thought you were someone I met before…” “I'm in no place to tell you or what or what not to do with your life outside the hospital, but you must not let your personal issues hinder your work here as a nurse.” He wrote something on a paper napkin and folded it in half. He stood up and grabbed his tray, and in the process, placed the folded napkin discreetly on the writing pad she had placed in front of her on the table. “You can come see me in my office if you have any work related questions. Keep your head up, work hard, and you will enjoy it here.” “Ahh…” “Welcome to XYX General Hospital…Ms. Cherry,” he winked secretly. Avery’s eyes glowed instantly. So he did remember her. She watched him walk away and took the paper napkin. “Coffee shop on Duneham street. 7:00pm.” She smiled happily. That was a weight off her mind. Her heart stopped racing…but what was the temporary amnesia and stern lecture all about? Unknown to her, Richard had seen a number of his superiors walk into the cafeteria. Among them was his Chief and the Chief of surgery. A few of them were already glancing his way. It was really awkward being seen with this pretty nurse, and he did not want to create any impressions. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 10:18pm On Sep 13, 2022*. Modified: 10:45pm On Sep 13, 2022 |
Richard stood in disbelief as they stared back at each other. It definitely was the same girl from the lounge the other night, the girl with the nice pair of boöbs who had asked him to check her by conducting a quick “physical examination” on them. Though not as big as his wife’s, they still seemed quite huge on her petite frame. He could still feel their lush softness in his hands. He did not realize he was staring until he heard the head nurse speak. “Dr. Richard…why are you and nurse Avery staring at each other like you’ve both seen ghosts? Do you two know each other?” He quickly snapped back. “N-no, I don’t…” Head nurse turned to Cherry. “Do you?” “No,” she quickly responded, then bowed in respect. “My name is Avery…Nurse Avery.” “Avery? But I thought your name was…” he wanted to say but quickly held his tongue. “Hello, my name is Dr. Richard…I’m one of the resident thoracic surgeons.” The other nurses introduced themselves but he hardly registered their names. He remembered he had to head for his second batch of patients, so hurriedly excused himself. Avery Born into a comfortable, modest but hardworking family, Avery grew up as the second child in a family of five. Her parents installed the value of a good education and humble upbringing while they were growing up. Her dad was a tenured professor in a prestigious university. Her mum was once the runner up of Miss Continent and this beauty she passed to her only daughter. These days she taught as an elementary school teacher. Though able to provide for their kids, they imparted a humble discipline in her and her siblings. After graduating with honors from high school, she decided that rather than go to college, she would instead head to nursing school. It was a tedious period, as training to be a nurse, particularly an Operating Room(OR) nurse, was not as easy as she expected it to be. Most of the social aspects of her life were taken away by nursing text and books. In between her studies and classes, she did menial jobs, taking server shifts at restaurants and fast food joints to pay her bills. By the time she wrote her final examinations and received her board of nursing license, she was already neck deep in student loans. She immediately started applying to different hospitals for employment. A patron in one of the restaurant she had shifts one evening asked her if she would like to be a hostess. The pay was quite good and the job risk-free; all she had to do was dress-up really nice and hang around a lounge. At first she did not find anything suspicious as the person assured her it was safe, but on the first day she showed up, she realized it was anything but. The scantily dressed girls and the roving paws of VIPs at first dissuaded her, but she needed the money. Setting her fears aside, she decided to give it a shot. One thing she learned quickly was the girls did not use their real names in order to protect their privacy – she immediately thought up a fake name. The head hostess had mentioned during her interview that the cherry-colored lipstick that adorned her luscious lips really suited her; Cherry it was then. She took shifts from 11:00pm when the club opened to 3:00am, and in between, she had to wear several tiny dresses. That was not a problem as she had a petite frame, but most of the time she had to be conscious to constantly adjust her attire to keep her wayward tïts covered. She was always careful to not pull the dresses too much upwards and risk exposing her arse, or try pull it down and have her knöckers come bouncing out. She never allowed any of the patrons touch her body like the other girls did, and often had to swat away prying hands to maintain her dignity. She was working at the gig for about a month when one of the hospitals she applied to contacted her for an interview. About a week later, she was offered employment, to resume immediately. Avery was beside herself with glee. She immediately informed the head hostess, but the lady pleaded for her to come in just one more day. One of the girls (Diamond, she believed her alias was) had reported in sick, and there was no one to cover her shift. They had a couple of high profile guests to entertain that night, and they were quite short on girls. As it was going to be her last time, she agreed to come in. The way the balding old man pawed at her body disgusted her, but she decided to endure. She was finally relieved when he got angry and decided to switch with the younger guy whom she later learned was a doctor. Something about him intrigued her, and she found herself opening up to him about an issue that had been bothering her about a part of her anatomy. He was kinda cute, she thought…and had nice, tender hands. Though ashamed to admit it, she did enjoy the feeling as he pressed and massaged her brëasts that night while examining her. That was the first time she ever allowed a patron, a total stranger, touch her in a sensitive spot. At the end of the evening, she finally came to her senses and convinced herself it was just an errant weakness on her part - she would make sure it never happened again. Now, as she stood in shock, she stared at the very doctor who had so tenderly touched her and gave her a feeling she had not experienced for a while. She quickly introduced herself, wary of the surprised look on his face when she mentioned her real name. He quickly took his leave and she was unaware she was staring after him as he marched down the hall until she heard the head nurse cough to get her attention. “So if you follow me this way…” the head nurse continued, giving her a very, very suspicious look. |
| Literature › Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by metalgear11(m): 1:14am On Sep 12, 2022 |
Poor Clementina. She has tasted the forbidden fruit and thirsts for more. At such a tender age. Let's hope the path she chooses does not teach her a big lesson she will live to regret. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:08am On Sep 10, 2022*. Modified: 2:17pm On Sep 26, 2022 |
One week later Richard ended his ward rounds and headed to his office. He needed to grab a list of another group of patients before heading to the next ward. These patients had undergone surgery earlier in the week, and as the assistant surgeon on those procedures, it was part of his job to check on them afterwards. He sent the list to the printer in the nurses’ station area. For some reason, his mind thought back to the night at the exclusive club and lounge. He wondered how the girl…what was her name again…Cherry, yes…he wondered how Cherry was doing. He had finally left the club around five that morning. Cherry had left long before then, having sat through the embarrassing sounds from the other guys fucking their escorts. They all eventually departed with depleted wallets and happy smiles. He walked into the bedroom and met Athena in bed. He had not wanted to disturb her, so he quietly slipped out and went to the guest room. He only had a few hours to take a nap before going to the hospital. Before he knew it, it was already nine o’clock. Jumping out of his clothes, he took a quick shower before donning his suit and tie. It was on his way out that he realized he was the only one in the house. Athena had already left for work. He dialed her number several times on his way to the hospital, but she did not pick up. That evening was one of the most heated times in their marriage. There was no explanation, no apologies he gave that seemed to placate his wife. She came very close to hitting him in her anger. They had not spoken much to each other since then, though she seemed to have softened up a bit when he surprised her with a present yesterday. After grabbing the printout, he headed to the next wing. He heard the voice of the head nurse around the corner. She was giving a new set of nurses who had just been hired a guided tour of their wing, introducing them to the staff along the way. The nurses had already undergone their initial week long orientation and had been assigned to various departments in the hospital. “Ah…here is one of our capable surgeons, doctor Richard. Richard, meet our new nurses.” Richard stopped in his tracks. Standing behind the head nurse among four or five others, her eyes staring at him through her black-rimmed glasses in surprise, notepad and pen in hand, was Cherry. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:06am On Sep 10, 2022*. Modified: 2:16pm On Sep 26, 2022 |
“♫Tonight, I’m going to send you to heaven♫,” Sapphire bank sang as he wrapped his arms around the shoulder of his girl. Pharma boy and his girl had gone ahead of them down the long corridor with rooms on either side. They were on the top floor of the club, privilege to only the exclusive of VIPs. Chief and his girl took up the rear. “Make sure you enjoy yourself Richard…and don’t go anywhere without me,” he drawled and led the girl on his arm into one of the rooms. The other two disappeared into other rooms in the hallway. “I’m sorry, the girl you were with…she does not offer this particular service,” the hostess of the VIP section who escorted them upstairs apologized. Cherry had left when they all decided to move their “party” to the next level. “No…that’s okay, can I just get an empty room?” “I could arrange for another lady to join you.” She offered with a twinkle in her eye. Richard got the hint, but was not amused. “That will not be necessary. Thanks for the offer all the same.” She handed him a keycard. “You can stay in the room at the end of the hall. It is as comfortable as the others.” “Thank you.” Sitting on the bed, he took out his phone. It was almost three o’clock in the morning. Athena would be in bed by now. There was no point waking her up. He reclined and lay on the soft plush sheets. He felt bad for having to cancel their outing, but his boss…he had a long way to go in his career, but this was seriously affecting his relationship with his wife. He must have dozed off briefly because he was suddenly jerked awake by a knock on the door. He stood up to see who it was. Cherry stood there at the other side with a tray in hand, a glass cup and bottle balanced on it. “Um…hello,” he said in pleasant surprise. She had already taken off her glasses and stared at him shyly. “H-hello,” she responded, “the...erm...hostess asked me to bring you some fruit water while you wait.” “Oh, thanks…please come in.” He stepped aside, and Cherry walked in. Now that she was no longer wearing heels, she seemed much petite than earlier. He carefully studied the movements of her body in the tight dress as she moved over and placed the tray on the side table. “Thank you,” he said as she filled the glass and handed it to him. They both sat down on the bed in awkward silence. “What you told me earlier…y-you said I will need a physical exam to be sure of my diagnosis, right?” she asked after a few moments. Richard saw she was clearly nervous as she looked away while asking. “Yes…you may first need a physical exam.” She hesitated. “I don’t normally do this but…c-can you…I mean if you do not mind…” “Don’t mind what?” “I mean,” she twiddled her fingers nervously, “c-can you…check…for the lump…I mean you are a doctor and you can…” “You mean you want me to perform a physical examination on you?” She nodded shyly. “Right now?” She still could not meet his eyes. “Well, I guess I could…if you don’t mind me…I mean a total stranger…touching you.” “No…it is just a physical exam…I do not mind…and you're a doctor...I would have gone through the same in the hospital anyways...” “Okay…if you insist…I can at least give you an early determination…” Cherry slid closer to him. He turned and raised his hands towards her chest, pausing just before he touched her. “May I?” he asked. Cherry nodded. “Yes…go ahead.” Richard’s doctor mode took over. He gently placed his hands on the exposed flesh of her brëasts, and he heard a soft gasp. “Your hands are cold,” she remarked. “Sorry…I should have warmed them a bit after drinking that water you brought me.” He rubbed his palms together for a moment, generating a little bit of warmth. He slipped them into her dress. Not surprisingly, she had no bra on. The skimpiness of the attire did not accommodate for wearing one. “Oh my…” she exclaimed as he scooped her brëasts out, gently pressing and checking them for lumps. “Please, raise your hands over your head,” he commanded. “Like this?” she folded her arms over her head, thereby pushing her brëasts forward. “Yes…just like that.” Cherry tried to steady her racing heart as he continued the examination. Unlike the old fart earlier, he handled her with gentleness. She never allowed anyone touch her sensitive spots, but something in the calm nature of this doctor made her feel comfortable. The way he fondled her brëasts kind of turned her on, and her body started to tingle. A sudden wetness developed between her legs. She felt the blood rush to her nïpples and when his thumbs brushed against them, she gasped slightly. “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he mistook her gasp for pain. “N-no, i-it’s okay,” she stammered. “I’ll soon be done.” Finally, just as her body was no longer able to take it, he stopped. “Hmmm…I did feel something like a lump…on your left brëast,” he said as she tucked them away and adjusted her dress. “Are you sure?” “I’m not a hundred percent sure…it may be nothing…probably an inflamed duct, you have to check it out to be sure. I suggest you go for a proper check, preferably tomorrow…” She caressed her chest absentmindedly. “…I can’t make it tomorrow…” “Why not? It’s better to get it checked out early…” “Tomorrow is my first day at work!” “Work? I thought you work here.” Cherry laughed. “I mean my day job…” “ARGHH!! SO ANNOYING!!! IF I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LIKE THIS, I WOULDN’T HAVE CHANGED GIRLS WITH RICHARD!!!” they heard a bellow from the next room. “THEN WHY DON’T YOU GO AND FÜCK HER INSTEAD?!! WHY DID YOU COME FOR ME IF YOU KNOW YOU WANTED TO FÜCK CHERRY?” The blood drain from Cherry’s face and she shifted uncomfortably. “I…I’m not…I don’t offer that kind of service,” she stammered. “Hey, when you get angry, your püssy tightens up,” were the next words they heard. “GET ANGRY FOR ME!!!” Soon the loud words turned into moans and groans of two animals mating. “Fück me hard!!! Harder I say!!!” “Ah…what were we saying?” Richard said, fidgeting in embarrassment, “you were talking about your job?” “Yes, my job…” responded Cherry. She suddenly felt quite hot. “Tomorrow is my first day at work. I feel so nervous…I finally got my dream job.” They tried to tune out the noise coming from the next room. “I...I’m actually working here just to repay some of my school loans. I’ve only been here for a month…I don't offer that kind of services...” The noises persisted. “Should I get you another glass of fruit water?” she asked. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 5:01pm On Sep 07, 2022*. Modified: 1:58pm On Nov 28, 2022 |
What was she doing up this late, he thought. It was well past one o’clock. She was normally an early to bed girl. It was also quite strange she was drinking this late. It was strange she was drinking at all. She hardly ever drank. Well, it was no longer his problem. He shouldn’t be bothered what she did or did not do. But looking down at her, seeing her expression, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. “Why are you not in bed yet?” he asked and sat opposite her, “Don’t you have to be at work early tomorrow for your reporting?” She took a sip from her glass. “There’s a newbie who will be doing the reporting,” she replied after a few moments. “Really? That’s okay then. I thought you were already asleep. I was quite surprised to see you there when I came in.” “Why would you be surprised?” she asked. There was an edge in her voice. “Did you do something you’re not supposed to tell me?” “What do you mean by that? I just went for a drink with an old classmate.” “A female?” Richard hesitated. “I don’t think that’s any of your business anymore right?” he replied coldly. "A female." she said. They exchanged a dark stare between each other for a few moments, then his phone buzzed. **** I think I’ve got some serious body aches from our “reunion”…and I believe you know who is responsible♥♥♥. **** “Who sent you a text at this time? It’s already past 1:00am now!” Athena bellowed as she stormed to her feet. Richard looked up and saw the look of anger in her face. He swallowed nervously. “No…no one of concern.” He stammered. Athena paused. “Isn’t it a bit strange to receive a random text from someone other than your wife after one o’clock in the middle of the night?” she asked. Richard was finding it hard to keep his eyes from staring at her lovely brëasts barely covered by her semi-transparent nightie whose straps struggled to contain the strain they put them under. He averted his gaze and looked away. “You don’t need to know who it is…” “It’s that bïtch Avery right?” Richard flinched. “I already told you the matter with her was a big misunderstanding! You took it totally out of context!” “Misunderstanding?” she scoffed, “if it was such a big misunderstanding, why do you always refuse to and find it hard explain yourself?!” “How many times do I have to tell you and repeat myself? It is a private matter, and I’m unable to tell you about it!” “Really? Then did you fûck that your former classmate you met tonight? You can tell me that if it’s not too “private”.” “Athena, what’s wrong with you tonight?” Athena sighed and sat back down. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I was just…curious about how my ex-husband’s life has been since the divorce.” She stared back at him. “Or is it also too “private” for an ex-couple living under the same roof to chat about such matters?” Richard gave her a long, dark look. She stared back equally. “Ah…right,” she continued, “we’re supposed to be strangers now.” She stood up wobbling on her feet. “I think I drank too much…” she said, and started staggering towards her bedroom, “…and accidentally began acting like your wife again. My bad…” She tripped and went tumbling to the floor. The short length of her lilac nightie did nothing to barely cover her hips and thong-covered arse as she lay sprawled on the hard wood. Richard was beside her in a flash. “Athena! Are you okay?” He placed a hand on her arm and tried to help her up, but she smacked his hand away in vicious anger. “Don’t…don’t you dare touch me, you stupid piece of shït!! Take your fuckïng hands off me!” she spat at him with venom. “Go help your bïtch of a nurse Abigail or the whöre you fûcked tonight, for all I care.” She managed to stand up on her own and hold onto the wall for support. Swaying slightly, she staggered her way to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Richard sighed. He sat down at the table and started reaching for the wine bottle, then turned and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar. He poured a large shot in a glass and swallowed it in one big gulp, wincing as the hard liquor burned its way down his gullet and exploded in his stomach. It had always been like this. From simple chatting, it always turned into an argument and then a shouting match, and before they knew it they were hurling insults at each other. He stared off into space. If that text message did not exist, if the message hadn’t come in that awful night, would they still be married? -------------------- |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 4:36pm On Sep 07, 2022*. Modified: 6:05pm On Sep 07, 2022 |
Eliza lay on her side on the bed, her back towards him. Richard sat at the edge near her feet in a daze. It had been almost twenty minutes since he finally let her go and she collapsed on the bed. She hadn’t spoken a word since the assault he had put her through. Right now, he sat wondering what had possessed him. Again. “Are you crazy?” he heard her say. He peered at her over her shoulder. “I begged you to stop, told you that you were hurting me…” “I’m sorry Eliza,” he tried to apologize, “I…I don’t know what got over me.” “Really,” she replied as she got up from the bed, “and you went at it like you wanted to tear me apart, in spite of my pleas for you to stop. Where did that humble, obedient Richard I used to know go?” She staggered to her feet and reached for her discarded underwear. “I only wanted to meet you because I longed for some attention, but now…you are no longer the Richard I remember.” She slid on her bra and Richard stood up and helped her snap the hooks in place. “I’m sorry,” he replied, “I’m not normally like this.” “You were NEVER like this,” she corrected him, “whatever you went through with your ex-wife must have been very serious for you to treat me like you just did…” “I’m sorry Eliza…” “…but either way, that doesn’t stop me from wanting to meet with you again.” she continued as he smoothened her dress over her beautiful form. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck; she kissed him on the lips and stared in his eyes seductively. “I don’t mind it a bit rough and aggressive now and then, but you’ll have to tone the temperature down a notch. That’s the only way I’ll keep coming back for more.” --------------------------------------- Walking “home” from the train station, the streetlights casting an illuminating path to guide him safely, he tried to process all that happened that evening. This was the second time he would act this aggressive. Why didn’t he stop when she asked him to? Why did he hurt her like that? He remembered the transformation that happened. His mind definitely played tricks on him tonight, making him believe he was having sex with a woman he no longer could have sex with. Anyways, he did not need to feel guilty about it. He was divorced. He and Athena had agreed not to interfere with each other’s lives. There was nothing to be afraid of if he slept with other women. The good thing was Eliza took it well and had even proposed they meet up regularly. He keyed in the door code and stepped into the dark hallway. Sitting at the dining table surrounded by the glow of the chandelier above, a sullen look on her face, a quarter-filled bottle of red wine and almost empty glass within reach, was his ex-wife. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 4:33pm On Sep 07, 2022 |
Another scene of extreme sex. Readers' Discretion is advised. Maybe it was the one too many highball cocktails he had taken, maybe it was the allure of the sexy and sultry Eliza, maybe it was the fact that he lived under the same roof with an equally sexy, maybe even sexier woman whom he could not touch, but fifteen minutes later Richard and Eliza staggered into a hastily rented room in a small but neat hotel adjacent the bar, their bodies and lips pressed together as they groped and devoured each other aggressively. Eliza moaned into his mouth as he fondled her brëasts, his lips detaching from hers and attacking her delicate neck and jawline. He pulled down the armless straps of her sheer gown, exposing her ample brëasts. He yanked her bra off and leaned in to take one of her hard nïpples in his mouth, eliciting a loud erotic moan from her. “Wow,” she gasped as he spun her around and cupped both brëasts in his hands. He pulled the hem of her gown over her hips and she felt his fingers slide into her already wet underwear. “Ri…Richard, wait,” she gasped, feeling his probing fingers hit her clït. She pulled his hand out of her underwear and dropped to her knees facing him. She unhooked his belt and pulled the zipper down, allowing his trousers to fall to his ankles. His bulge stared at her invitingly and she could not help but lick her lips in anticipation. Gripping the band of his boxers, she pulled it over his hardness, its thickness springing out and almost slapping her in the face. Richard moaned lightly as she first began to kiss, then lick, before engulfing his manhood between her hot lips. He threw his head back and closed his eyes; he caressed her flaming-red hair and let his mind go free. “Richard,” he heard her call his name, “why is your dïck so huge…so delicious?! My jaws are getting sore, but I just can’t stop!” Her slippery tongue slid around his glans, lapping the salty sliminess of his precum; her teeth grazed him lightly and Richard gritted his teeth as he almost creamed her mouth. She finally let him out with an audible splop. She stood and pulled her gown over her arse, revealing nothing under but a barely there G-string that was already soaked with her juices. She managed to slide the flimsy piece of cloth off her legs and bent over the nightstand. Her buttocks and smooth pussy were there for the taking. “What are you staring at?” she growled, “you’re making me embarrassed. Stick your dïck in me already!” Richard took two steps forward. He held onto her slim waist and without a second thought, plunged into her with minimal effort. Eliza gasped. “Finally!!” she moaned. Her vision blurred for a few seconds and she shook her head. His hands gripped her really tightly and he began to thrust aggressively. Eliza began to feel he was being too hard. It seemed he was adding a little too much effort. A slightly sharp pain was slowly developing down there. “Ri…Richard!” she gasped, “wait a second!!” Richard paused mid-thrust. “Huh?” “Your dïck…it’s too big…too long…it’s reaching really deep and hurting me.” “Oh…I’m sorry.” He pulled out and she turned and waltzed to the bed. She sat down, lay on her back, and spread her long legs apart. “Let’s do it this way…” Richard hovered over her; her lovely olive dress bunched at her waist and her magnificent brëasts staring back at him invitingly. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge. He pressed his dïck against her quivering entrance and plunged back in. Eliza’s back arched and she let out a loud gurgle. He continued to plow her into the bed, his dïck never for once leaving her wet folds, pistoning her like a jackhammer. “Slow down!” she begged. His lips found one of her swinging brëasts and he sucked hard on her nipple. He looked down at her face all twisted up in passion, and all of a sudden, it began to change. For a brief moment, her face and hair began to transform, and seconds later he was shocked to see himself looking down at Athena. The hell? He shook his head to clear the image, but it remained. What was he doing having sex with his ex-wife? He found his hands moving forward and wrapping around her neck. A look of alarm appeared on her face. “Richard, what…what are you doing?!” she asked as she felt her hands tighten around her throat, “I’m not into all thi…” He pinned her down and violently began to thrust harder. She gasped. “Richard!!! What has gotten into you?!! Please, stop!!!!” He continued his assault. He twisted her around until she was straddled ontop of him. his hips began to thrust upwards, lifting her completely off the bed. “You’re being too rough Richard!!! Please slow down!!!” He flung her and sent her tumbling face down on the bed. He straddled her thighs and buried himself into her again. “Richard…I can’t bear it anymore,” she continued to bed. Hot tears stung her eyes. “Stop for a second!” He did not respond but continued his fierce pounding. “Please…stop!” “Stop!!!” “I said STOP RICHARD!!!!!” Richard pulled out and scrambled to his feet, pulled her up and turned her around, all without missing a beat. He grabbed her arse with both hands and lifted her whole body in his arms. His hands sunk into the flesh of her arse and he once again buried his thick length into her. He lowered his head to her brëasts and sucked hard on her nïpple as he continued to slam into her feverishly. “Please Richard, stooooppppp!!!!!!...” she cried. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 4:18pm On Sep 07, 2022 |
Richard pulled into the parking lot and they walked towards the building. Her father was on the twelfth floor, the bleary-eyed receptionist told them after looking him up on the computer in front of her. Richard followed her to the elevator. On the way up, Athena turned to him. “You better not tell them about our divorce or act like we don’t live together anymore…” she said to him coldly. “Sure…of course,” he replied as he watched the numbers on the panel above him trickle upwards. The elevator reached the floor. “And I think you should move back home for now.” she continued as they stepped out. “What?” Richard was taken aback. Her eyes were dark and her voice cold as ice. “…although I don’t want to live with a piece of shït like you…I’m afraid if dad knows, he may not recover. I cannot have you be the end of my father.” A tear rolled down her cheek, but her voice remained steady. “So get your fucking act together and don’t say a word about it to anyone…for my father’s sake!” She hissed. Richard stood rooted to the spot and watched her walk down the hall, his brain trying to comprehend what had just happened. He shook himself out of his reverie and followed her. ------------------------------------------ “So let me get this straight…you’re telling me that even though you two are divorced, you guys are living together?” Eliza asked. “Yeah…” “And this is because your…father-in-law was diagnosed with cancer, and if he were to find out his beloved daughter got divorced from her charming doctor husband, you’re afraid his condition will deteriorate?” Richard took a sip of his gin and tonic. “Sounds unbelievable, right?” They had met her father in the hospital room with an oxygen mask over his face. The man was frailer than he thought. After consulting the doctors, Richard had decided to transfer him to his own hospital which had better facilities to treat him. He had gone ahead to arrange the transfer. By the time they had situated him in the facility, it was almost eight o’clock in the morning. He wearily drove back to drop Athena off with the promise to return with his stuff in the evening after work. For the past month, they had been living together. Although they now stayed under the same roof, they treated each other like air and only exchanged words when necessary. She stayed in the master bedroom while he occupied one of the smaller rooms. They had their meals separately, clothes washed separately, utensils were not shared…even their foodstuff were separate. They lived like distant housemates. About three weeks after he moved back in, he finally summoned the courage to call Eliza. She was pleasantly surprised that he finally decided to reach out to her, and though she was not in town at the moment, she told him she would let him know when she got back so they could meet. Right now, they sat in an expensive bar as he regaled her with the story of his life. “Hmm…” she said as she twirled the olives in her martini, “what an intriguing situation.” “Indeed,” he replied. “Are you sure you guys are really divorced?” she asked playfully. Richard shot her a look. “Of course…we’ve signed the papers already.” Eliza’s face beamed up. “Really…so you’re single now...” “Apparently.” She continued to toy with her drink. “…and nobody has hooked up the latest eligible bachelor doctor yet…” He chuckled. “Obviously not…not so soon after the divorce.” Eliza smiled seductively and slid her sexy body closer. “In that case…” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 3:22pm On Sep 07, 2022 |
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| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:38pm On Sep 05, 2022 |
Athena? What did she want at that time of the night? What did she want. He had never gotten around to change the caller-ID he stored her name as. Whatever it was must be very important for her to call him at one in the morning. He tapped the green receive button and pressed the phone to his ear. “Hello?” “Richard, c-can I trouble you to come over…immediately?” her voice shook and it sounded like she had been crying. Richard sat up abruptly, his heart suddenly racing in his chest. “What happened?” “Please…just come…” Twenty minutes later he stood in front of the door of his former residence. He hadn’t bothered to change and had just put on a coat over his pyjamas. As a force of habit, he entered the code on the electronic lock, only realizing afterwards that she had not changed it. He met her standing in the middle of the dark hallway. “What happened? Why did you need me to come so urgently?” Silence. Athena’s head remained bowed where she stood. “Athena?” “It…it’s daddy…” His heart lurched. “What happened to him?” “He collapsed at home tonight…the doctors said he’s at the third stage of lung cancer…” It turned out that not too long ago, Athena’s father had complained about a sharp discomfort in his chest and mild difficulties in breathing. He went to the hospital for a routine checkup, where he was diagnosed with the initial stage of lung cancer. The doctors prescribed some medication for him, but unfortunately after arriving home tonight, he collapsed in the bedroom. Athena’s step-mum had called her about an hour ago to inform her. They drove in silence as they headed to the hospital. Once in a while Richard glanced over to her, where she sat with her head turned towards the window. “Don’t worry too much,” he tried to reassure her, “there have been lots of recent cases where patients with stage three cancer make a full recovery…” Athena did not respond, nor did she act like she heard him. “I will see if I can have him transferred to my hospital to receive the best treatment…and you need not worry about medical bills. Treatment is free for direct next-of-kin.” It was only after he finished speaking that he realized her father was no longer his father-in-law. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:35pm On Sep 05, 2022*. Modified: 5:04pm On Sep 07, 2022 |
SIKE!!!!!!!  The end bawo?In the actual sense, keeping their divorce a secret for now was actually a big deal for him. His head had been aching just from thinking of how his colleagues and peers will react when they heard about it. He knew he was the envy of so many of them to be married to one of the most beautiful faces on television. A good number of them believed he was not worthy and too “low-end” to be married to such a beautiful and high-class lady. After he moved out, and after agreeing to keep their divorce a secret for the time being, their new lives went on as normal as a secretly divorced couples lives should go. He often saw her face on television whenever he had the time to watch. She spent more time and longer hours at the network. Often her job took her overseas, and it was not a surprise to see her reporting from several countries and different cities. They had to meet at least once a week to have dinner with her father to keep up an appearance. Other than that, they seldom contacted each other at all. One thing that was different for him was the sudden freedom he gained from the divorce. He no longer had to harbor the guilt of “cheating” with his eyes anytime he came across a nurse that caught her fancy. At first it was a bit difficult as he slowly had to break out of the habit, but as weeks turned into months, he found out he no longer felt guilty. He still had to be careful though, as he did not want the knowledge of the divorce known. Other than that, his life did not change that much. He would do his daily rounds, accompany his chief to the OR once or twice a week, and spend the rest of the time in his office reading one journal or the other. Late one evening, about two months after the divorce, he came across a face he had not seen in a while as he lay on his small bed in the tiny apartment going through his phone. He had returned from the hospital around midnight and was finding it hard to sleep in spite of how tired he felt. On his screen was the mesmerizing picture of Eliza. Eliza. He had a major crush on her during his second year in the university. During those days, he constantly followed her around like a dog, helping her carry around her heavy bag of books. She was in the theater department and was aspiring to be an actress. Just as everyone predicted, he was a disposable follower whom she used as her errand boy, and as all stories go, she disposed of him when the rich guy in the flashy car came along to whisk her away. She later became the top actress she had wanted to be, and he moved on to medical school. He never heard from her again until about three months ago when she suddenly called him from out of the blue. At that time when he met up with her, he found out she had just gotten divorced from her second husband. “It feels like nothing has really changed,” she sighed as she sipped her iced coffee. She sat across him in front of the café they had agreed to meet. She was still as beautiful and elegant as he remembered her to be. “Nothing?” “Other than being ashamed…wait, no! One thing has changed...” “What’s changed?” She leaned in closer. Her round brëasts rested invitingly on her arms on the table and caught his attention with their movement, “Recently, people have started reaching out to me…lighting up my phone with unnecessary phone calls…” “Who are they?” “Who else? Other than a bunch of desperate, hörny men I know…they all want to buy me a drink, console me…it’s obvious what they’re really after.” She gently caressed her partially exposed chest and toyed with her silver chain, the pendant dangling invitingly over her smooth cleavage, “just because I’m now divorced they all think they can reach out to see if they have a chance.” She looked at him with smoky eyes and bit her wet lip seductively. “Is that not why you also got in touch? For the same reason these other men?” ‘’What?” “If it’s you though,” she continued, reaching out and caressing his arm with a well-manicured finger, “I will not really reject the idea of being “comforted”…” Richard stared at her in disbelief. “What are you talking about? YOU were the one who reached out to me, not the other way around.” “That’s true,” she pouted, “but then…” That was several months ago when he was neck deep in the divorce process. He had promised to give her a call one day, but never got around to it. Now as he stared at her picture on his phone, the thought crossed his mind. Should he reach out to her? It’s not like he had anything to regret if he did. Maybe think about it first? Or should he call her right away? It was almost one o’clock in the middle of the night. She would be sleeping now. Maybe in the morning, after his ward rounds. He did not have any surgery planned so he could take some time… The picture disappeared and a call came into his phone. The caller-ID “Sweet♥” flashed back at him. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:27pm On Sep 05, 2022 |
That weekend, he moved out of their condominium into the small apartment he rented on the other side of town. Athena approached him where he sat at the dining table going through his phone. “I need to ask a favor from you,” she said. She had on a pair of tight yoga pants and an even tighter sports bra that exposed her smooth midriff. She crossed her arms under her chest, making her beautiful brëasts bulge invitingly. “My network wants to change the primetime reporters. I heard my name is on the list of nominees for the positions.” “You heard.” Athena glared at him. “These positions are very competitive. If the news of our divorce is leaked, it might affect my chances of landing it and I may be removed from the list.” “Okay, that's nice. Congratulations. What has that got to do with me?” “You think you're being funny right? I only ask you to keep our divorce a secret…at least until all this is over.” Richard shrugged his shoulders. He did not take his eyes of his phone screen. “Okay, got it. I will not let anyone know we are divorced…at least not for the time being.” “Thanks.” “What is there to thank for? It’s just a small matter.” “It is not a small matter to me. This is my career we are talking about.” She snapped. “Well I am not going to let anyone know, at least not for now, so don’t worry about it.” He stood up and reached for the bags that contained the last of his belongings. “The lease does not expire until the end of the year,” he said as he walked to the door, “I'll be responsible for the rent until then. After that you can either renew the lease in your name, or if you don’t feel like, you can decide to move out. It’s your call.” “Okay.” “All the best.” She did not respond. THE END. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 1:22pm On Sep 05, 2022*. Modified: 10:34pm On Sep 05, 2022 |
The next few updates contain scenes of extreme sex. Viewers discretion is advised. The following evening, just as she had requested, he made the arrangements. He booked them into a grand hotel. He also made a reservation for dinner at a high-end restaurant. Before then, booked a one-hour spa treatment for her. By the time she came out, she was glowing. They went to the hotel to get dressed for their dinner outing. She looked exceptionally beautiful and elegant in her simple black dinner dress that evening, and Richard was sorely tempted to take her in my arms and kiss her. “You look beautiful,” he admired her, his eyes fixed on her ample chest bulging out gently from the low-cut neck of her slim fitting dress. “Thank you, you don’t look bad yourself,” she replied as she eyed his dinner jacket. The dinner went very well. She was clearly impressed. She fit right in to the environment. Their conversation surprisingly flowed easily. The look in her eyes told him a lot; for the first time in a long while she was happy. That girl he loved back then came out. They walked to the car after dinner, and when they got there, she turned to him. Richard took her in his arms. His gently caressed her face, tracing her delicate jawline with his fingers. God knows he wanted to kiss her, and she could see his intentions in his eyes. She immediately averted her face and pulled out of his embrace, and just like that, the moment passed. “Let’s go back to the hotel,” she said. She could detect his mood change as he opened the door for her. The drive back was full of silence. Richard paid more attention to the dark road ahead of him. He was seething inside. They arrived their hotel room and Athena walked in ahead of him. “Go and take a shower first,” she said over her shoulder as she walked towards the large Alaskan king-sized bed. She pulled down the shawl she had draped over her shoulders and waited for him to respond. “If you are not going, then I will go firAAAHHH!!!” she was about turning when she felt a hard shove in her back which sent her flying across and onto the plush cotton finery. Richard was surprised. Why did he do that? He would never hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him, but it seemed he was not in control of his body as he moved towards her lying sprawled on the bed. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!” Athena yelled in alarm. Richard did not respond. He knelt on the edge of the bed and pressed her head down onto the pillows. “STOP IT!! LET GO OF ME!!!” she squealed, and felt him grab the hem of her dress. He yanked it upwards, exposing her creamy thighs and thong encased derriere. “RICHARD!!! WHAT ARE YOU DO…” He ripped her thong and shoved two fingers into her. Athena gasped. “Are you crazy?!!! What has gotten into you?!!!” Richard began to caress and finger her. “Yes, I’m crazy,” he thought, “since we’re not going to be married anymore…I’ll do what I want…” “Richard, stop…please,” she said as a sudden feeling she hadn’t experienced began to take over her. Unsure if it was due to the humiliation or sudden fear, she buried her face into the bedsheets. Seeing her in such a vulnerable state only made him want to torture her more. He increased his motions and was rewarded with a gush from her. “Does it feel good?” he leaned in and asked. He knew she hated to hear that whenever they were in bed, but he did not care anymore. “DON’T ASK ME THAT!! YOU KNOW I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO!!” He continued to finger her, and soon her muscles contracted tightly around his probing digits. “Hnnngh!!” she moaned. More liquid gushed into his palm. He pulled his hand to his face and inspected his soaked fingers. He took a long sniff, inhaling her scent. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his already hard dïck, stroking it with the wetness that coated his hand. “Why are you suddenly so aggressive and rough?! Stop it!! You know I don’t like this kind of…” Athena gasped as her lights almost went out when he plunged into her roughly. He gripped her waist with both hands and began to thrust with increasing intensity. Her head dropped back to the bed and her body shook. She let out a yelp of pain when he smacked her derriere. “Stop it!!” she moaned, but only received another smack in response. “What has…*gasp*…gotten into you today?” she gasped as he continued his rapid thrusts. “*Ha, ha*…Richard…you have really become…anghnnn…INSANE!!!” Richard held tightly onto her waist. Several thoughts played through his mind – their fights and quarrels, the insults they endured, the way she behaved throughout their unhappy marriage. All of this added to the fire that was burned in him and only fueled his intensity. His thumb rubbed against her sphincter and she protested to no avail. He only pushed her head down into the pillows and continued his assault. “Richard…are you being so…*ha, ha*…brazen because…*gasp*… because it’s our last time together?” He grabbed both her arms and pulling her, gave her a very powerful thrust. Athena exhaled and a bomb exploded in her head, sending flashing lights into her central vision. By now her brëasts had found their way out of her crumpled dress and were swinging with every powerful thrust he gave. Richard pulled her into a chokehold and grabbed one in a tight and rough squeeze. He pinched her nïpples, sending a sweet but sharp pain through her. His powerful thrusts increased as her muscles contracted tightly around him and for a moment her body seemed to float. She let out a very sharp cry and for the first time, she had a powerful orgasm. He finally groaned and let go of her body. She collapsed like a rag doll and he knelt over her and pointed his throbbing dïck mere inches away from her face. Stroking himself vigorously, he doused her face with a generous amount of cum. She closed her eyes tight and shut her mouth as she felt the warm goo cover her visage. He finally stopped and moved aside. Athena stood up gingerly. She managed to open her eyes. Richard watched as she carefully slipped the black dress off her and stepped out of her ruined thong. He stared after her as she walked in all her naked glory to the bathroom without a word. He heard the shower running and waited for about twenty minutes before she came out draped in a white towel. Droplets glistened from her smooth skin. She walked towards the wardrobe and pulled out a nightie and matching gown. Richard suddenly felt ashamed for what he had done. “I…I’m sorry Athena,” he apologized. Athena did not answer. She simply put on the nightie and slipped into the robe. “I did not mean to be that aggressive…I don’t know what got into me.” Athena glanced over to where he sat at the edge of the bed with his head slumped over. “I see…was that not what you wanted?” she asked coldly, “all this while…all the years we were married, it’s only today you were unable to hold in your beastly desires.” “I’m sorry.” “So you actually know how to say you’re sorry, after putting me through all the pain and suffering.” Her voice rose in anger and her eyes flashed. Richard did not want to fight anymore. “I wish things turned out differently, but they never seemed to.” He responded sadly. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 8:12am On Sep 03, 2022 |
Over the next few months, they kept a steady contact. They often met up for coffee, and once or twice he invited her over to his small but humble apartment. He told her about his journey as a medical student, and how he had to burn the candle at both ends. She regaled him on her choice of career, and with time they grew closer. She was just a few months younger than he was. One Sunday when he was not on call, he took her out to dinner. Afterwards, they headed to his place for a while and one thing led to another and they found themselves in bed. Their wedding happened a year later. It was all over the news in her network. “Fast rising star gets hooked to promising and dashing surgeon” was written all over the media. Everyone wanted to know how they met. It was much later that Richard found out that under all the beauty and flash was a flawed character. Athena had a temper. She was not the perfect character she had portrayed herself to be. She was also very high maintenance and liked the finer things. She spent money like it was going out of fashion, and often he had to bankroll her expenses. As a young doctor, he wasn’t earning much and had to work long, hard, and sometimes late hours to compensate, and more often than not he came home exhausted. Those early days of their marriage were not the best. He tried to make it up with her by spending as much time as he could with her and buy her more stuff she desired, but the ever extroverted Athena soon became bored. She tried to alleviate her boredom by spending more time at her network building her profile, but it came to a point where she began to have second thoughts. Maybe she was a little bit too eager to tie the knot, especially with a guy like him. Now that the wool had finally come out of her eyes, she was beginning to see the flaws and wish she hadn’t gone into marriage just yet. An eager tigress like her did not deserve to be caged at such a young age while there was so much adventure out there. She’s meant to be free, able and willing to go on the attack without being tied down to one single prey. She started to snap at him. Keeping late nights and hanging out with her friends whenever he told her he would be either late from work or had an overnight call. At first he apologized to her, attributing it to his work schedule at the hospital, but soon he began to notice some things about her he hadn’t noticed before. Athena was a free spirited animal. She wasn’t the type to be caged. He started to think they probably shouldn’t have gotten married yet. All this, coupled with his rough schedule and her rising temperament and attitude soon began to grate on his nerves. He did not want to make it all about him and tried often to apologize and even thank her for her patience with him so far, but her constant nagging was beginning to wear him down. And this was barely a year into their marriage. Those early few months where she was a beautiful lover were becoming a distant memory. He started to snap back. Their fights began to get bigger by the day, and the unresolved issues began to fill up. For the next two years, they hurt each other multiple times. They hurled insults that cut deep, said things that normally would not be exchanged between man and wife, and on two or more occasions their arguments devolved into physical fights that ended in torn clothes and bloody faces. Different incidents, financial issues, family problems, and most important, a lack of chemistry which developed about their sex life. In the first three years they were married, they had meaningless arguments over the most trivial of issues. After their last vicious fight over a text, they came to the realization that it was no longer possible to co-exist. They decided to put an end to all the emotional suffering. They began the proceedings six months ago, and today they were on their way to the law firm to finalize the annulment of their marriage. Now they were here, just about pulling into the parking lot of the building where the law firm was located. Athena stared at him in disbelief from his sudden request. “What did you just say?” “I said I want us to have sex for the last time, at least for the few good times we had during our marriage?” Athena opened her mouth but nothing came out. The shock of his suggestion stopped any form of response from forming in her mind. She just looked on in disbelief as he found an empty spot and parked. “Well, what do you say?” he looked at her through the mirror. He knew how angry she got whenever he demanded sex from her. Her mood would turn sour and she would give him a disgusted stare and hurl insults at him, but right now, since they were going to annul their marriage within the next hour or so, he saw no harm in having a last rumble in the sheets with her before they call time on their brief existence as man and wife. They both looked at each other for a very long time. “Okay,” she finally responded. “Wha…what?” Richard replied in disbelief. He had expected her to turn him down, as was usual of her. “You want us to have sex for the last time, right? Fine. Let’s do it. Why are you acting surprised?” “I did not expect you to agree so easily...” “Since this will be the last time, I can and will make an exception.” “Okay, that’s…” “…but don't think I don't want anything in return. I want you to treat me like your wife for the last time. I don’t want it at home. I want a fancy dinner…a spa treatment…I want you to lodge me in a hotel…not some cheap fifty-bucks-a-night place, but a fancy hotel with a jacuzzi and a view...some fine wine and roses...” “All this for having sex with you for the last time.” “Take it or leave it.” He stared hard at her and she stared back, a very determined look on her face. “Alright then.” he agreed. A smile of triumph broke out on her face. “Let’s get this over with,” she said and got out of the car. Richard grabbed the folder that contained all their marriage documents and followed her through the parking lot and into the building. An hour and a half later, they were no longer a couple. |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:36am On Sep 03, 2022 |
The first time Richard and Athena met was at a medical conference. As a young doctor, he was in his final year of his residency as a spinal surgeon. Athena was that up-and-coming journalist whom everyone wanted to be interviewed by. Young, charming, beautiful, and very voluptuous, she exuded an air of sophistication and could hold her audience spellbound with every word. Her producer considered her an asset, and was one of the faces being considered for the future of the network. This was a very important conference as top-level personnel of the medical industry were present, so he had to send their brightest face. Being such a charming and beautiful young lady, she was very used to the attention she got from men. She had gone on dates, and most of the time she laughed away their crude attempts at wooing her. Many had tried to lure her into their beds, but she kept her dignity in the face of such lustful efforts. Something about the young handsome doctor who presented the powerful paper earlier in the session today intrigued her though. She realized she hung on to every word he said, even though she did not understand half of the medical jargon. The confidence with which he presented impressed her, and she decided it would be a good idea to interview him afterwards. Richard was standing among a few people when Athena approached him with her cameraman in tow. “That was a powerful presentation,” she smiled. He had on a very nice suit that fit his lean frame. “Thank you very much,” Richard responded. He was mildly surprised to see her beaming up at him. He had seen her face on TV on a number of occasions and had admired her poise and grace. Now here she was in the flesh. She was a bit taller than he had initially thought. Before he knew it, the camera was in his face and he found himself talking about the paper he had come to present. “So one day, we hope this research would give patients a chance to survive such delicate surgery?” she smiled as she round up the interview. “Yes…if successful, and I know it will be, this will increase the chances of survival for patients dramatically.” “Thank you very much for your time doctor.” “Thank you too.” The interview ended and the cameraman stopped recording. “And that’s a wrap,” he said. “That was quite impressive…your research and all,” she said to Richard. “Thank you…it’s more my residency chair’s work,” he replied. The cameraman spoke up. “I need to go download this in the van. I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes.” They both watched him walk away with his equipment. “So does that mean I get to see myself on the news tonight?” Athena laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your segment gets to be aired.” They talked a little bit more, and soon it was time to go into the next session. “it was really nice talking to you. I hope to see you again sometimes.” “It was nice talking to you too,” she smiled. She dug in her purse and pulled out her business card. “Here’s my card. Call me sometime. I’m sure people would like to hear more about your research and the advances you make.” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:27am On Sep 03, 2022 |
Athena sat at the back staring at the passing traffic. They were finally going to put an end to all the suffering they endured. Neither of them knew they were going to be divorced so early in their marriage. At twenty-eight and as one of the most popular faces in media, this divorce was going to be an issue. Her show was being considered to be moved to primetime, which meant larger ratings. If her divorce was to go out, it would mean a lot of negative publicity, something she could do away with right now. She had tried to push the inevitable for long enough, but as time went on, she realized she could no longer live with him as husband and wife. The façade they put up was beginning to crack and she knew it was only a matter of time. She could not let the knowledge of their divorce put an end to all the years she had put in to make her journalism career a success. Her father, a very powerful senator and businessman, would not be able to bear it. The man had been in poor health for the past couple of months. The shock of his only daughter’s divorce may be too much for him to bear. She did not want to lose him like she lost her mother those many, many years ago. “Athena,” the sound of her name jerked her out of her reverie. “What?” she replied angrily. Even the sound of his voice put her in a bad mood these days. “I’m not going to force you, and it’s okay if you don’t want to…” “What do you want?!” she snapped at him. She saw his face through the rear-view mirror. “You don’t need to get angry all the time,” he said, “I just wanted to ask you something.” “Then ask instead of beating around the bush!” “This is going to be over soon,” he continued. Athena waited impatiently. What he said next was not what she expected. “As a last act between us as husband and wife, how about we have sex for the final time?” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 7:24am On Sep 03, 2022 |
Driving slowly through the morning traffic, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, Richard glanced at the rear-view mirror for a moment. She sat there at the back, her head turned, one elegant leg crossed over the other, her brows furrowed as she as she stared out the window lost in thought. “So you’re no longer even willing to sit at the front beside me,” he thought. He took his eyes off her and faced the road ahead of him, “it has really got to that stage. Thank God this will soon be over.” Richard sighed. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he was going to be divorced before his thirty-fifth birthday, and at such an early stage of his promising career as a spinal surgeon. He glanced at her through the rear-view mirror again. Under such flawless beauty was a very unforgiving animal full of vengeance and rage. “It would soon be over,” he reminded himself once more and gripped the wheel tighter. The traffic seemed unusually light for that time of the day. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard. They had set out earlier than usual, more to just get it over with than to be at the firm in time, but right now it seemed they were going to be there much earlier than expected. A thought crossed his mind. Why not? If she agreed, it would be a nice way to put an end to it all. Besides, since they were going to be at the firm in about ten minutes, they still had about an hour or so before their appointment. “Athena,” he called her name. “What?” she replied in the sour voice he had gotten used to. “I’m not going to force you, and it’s okay if you don’t want to…” “What do you want?!” she snapped. Richard glanced at her now angry face through the rear-view mirror. “You don’t need to get angry all the time. I just wanted to ask you something.” “Then ask instead of beating around the bush!” He sighed. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea after all. But he persisted. “This is going to be over soon. But as the last act between us as husband and wife, how about we have sex for the final time?” |
| Literature › Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 12:36am On Sep 03, 2022*. Modified: 8:14am On Sep 03, 2022 |
Counter24:Thanks mate. You should know I don't abandon my writings. I may be slow in updating due to circumstances, but I don't leave my stories unfinished. Besides, I had been writing bits and pieces of this one for sometime now. I just needed to put it all together. |
| Literature › The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by metalgear11(op): 11:26pm On Sep 02, 2022*. Modified: 1:31pm On Sep 05, 2022 |
It's been a while I wrote and I may be a bit rusty. My sincere apologies in advance. I've decided to post this piece in this section as I believe it is a better home than the Sexuality section. I will be pushing out bits over a couple of days. Constructive criticism is welcome. Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction and the names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older. It contains scenes of sex and strong language. Readers' discretion is advised. Lastly, any form of plagiarism or duplication of this piece without the author's consent will be met with swift justice of the wrath of the gods visiting said thief. Please be warned as I do not take my threats lightly. Copyright ©metalgear 2022. All rights reserved. |
| Family › Re: Should My Girlfriend Go And Collect Her Things From Her Ex by metalgear11(m): 4:49pm On Aug 18, 2022 |
It is very obvious the guy wants to screw his ex and your now current girlfriend. It is up to the girl. If she's truly over the guy, let her forgo the items. Okafor's law is real and deadly. |
| Health › Re: Snake Bites 2-year-old; Kid Bites Back, Killing It by metalgear11(m): 2:18pm On Aug 18, 2022 |
This is the literal happening of the Chuck Norris meme - "Chuck Norris got bit by a rattlesnake once. After 3 days of pain and agony...............the snake died." Maybe the kid is a reincarnation of the dude, no? 1 Like |
| European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) › Re: Brentford Vs Manchester United (4 - 0) On 13th August 2022 by metalgear11(m): 6:21pm On Aug 13, 2022 |
Okobola146:Ovulation bawo? Abi ovation 20 Likes |
| European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) › Re: Brentford Vs Manchester United (4 - 0) On 13th August 2022 by metalgear11(m): 6:20pm On Aug 13, 2022 |
I said it in one thread sometime ago when they hired Ten Hag...the coach is not the problem of ManUtd, it's the players. Many are just not up to scratch and worthy of the red shirt and the name Red Devils...and we blame CR7 for wanting to leave...if Ten Hag no take time maybe he will become Two Hag by the time this rot makes him come to his senses. 14 Likes 1 Share |
| Romance › Re: My Girlfriend Cannot Get Pregnant by metalgear11(m): 1:23pm On Aug 12, 2022 |
She may be on birth control and you are not aware, and it may be that your "boys" haven't been lucky. Or maybe you just don't do it when she's ovulating. Back then when my wife and i were dating and we started having sex, she refused to let me use protection. Every now and then I go weak and will not be able to pull out. Yet she never got pregnant. Come the night of our wedding, we did it ONCE and she got pregnant instantly. 2 Likes 1 Share |
