EndlessLover
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Gratuitous Introductory Post, plus story excerpt
Hello all...
New to the forums/site/authorship/editorship etc. I've selected an editor and am awaiting a reply, but in the interim, I thought I'd toss out the first chapter or so of a fairly lengthy story I'm working on. I'd greatly appreciate some feedback, and I see this is definitely the place to come for it. I've already offered my services as an editor, but editing my own work is something I try to avoid. Feedback would be appreciated and, when it is within my power, returned at some point in the future.
Few things to bear in mind here. Number one, this is a true story. Obviously not word for word, but the events, people, etc. depicted herein are real. (Insert standard 'names have been changed to protect the innocent' bit here.) Secondly, it's part of what will most likely be a novel or novella. There's just too many events to compress it into a short. Finally, this is far from 'jerk off' porn. If anything, I'd call it a tragic romance, featuring a number of (very) lusty sex scenes. (The one that opens in the story is quite tame - the real meat is midway through...) Bear that in mind - it's not just here to turn ya on, but to make ya think. I won't be posting it on the site until it's completely done and until I hear from my hopeful editor.
Well, off my soapbox. Here it is...
And thanks in advance!
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Prologue - Musings on Destiny
I’ve heard it said that destiny takes care of its own. Anything that is meant to occur will occur regardless of human intervention. This pretty much destroys the notion of free will – the idea that the choices we make are unique and build us towards a fate that is entirely our own doing.
Every day, we face choices. Every day, we make decisions that will affect the outcome of future events. Those events, in turn, present us with more choices that result in more events with even more choices. It’s an endless circle of decision and consequence.
But what if those decisions were meaningless? An illusion conceived by minds too weak to accept the fact that they have no control over their destiny? What if, no matter many bad decisions you made, you still arrive at that place you were meant to be? What if, no matter how justify your choices, no matter how logical your course of action might have seemed, the choice you made had no bearing on your eternal destiny? What would be the purpose of life? If we’re helplessly swept along by a current and unable to escape that which awaits us, why bother trying to make decisions?
Imagine a road in the forest. At various points throughout the road there are signs posted to get you quickly where you need to be. You follow the signs and arrive and the end without incident. But looking back, you see that every turn, every branch off the road, would have brought you to the same destination. What then? Were your choices an illusion?
Of course not. The purpose is never getting to the other side of the forest. You will always get there. The point is, do you follow the signs to get there quickly and painlessly, or do you ignore them and choose your own path? In this situation, most would say they follow the signs.
Ah, but if it were only that simple in life. There are no wooden signs with arrows saying THIS WAY or KEEP OUT. The signs we receive are subtle. A tingle in the pit of your stomach. A skipped heartbeat. A strong inclination to do a certain thing. But how we interpret those signs depends on the sum of our journey up until that point. It depends on who we are when we reach those signs.
For some people, the signs are obvious. For others, they’re much more difficult to see and to interpret. In fact, a sign pointing you in the right direction could be interpreted as a dead-end sign under certain circumstances. So you go the other way, down a far more difficult path. And when you make it to the end, and you look back and see that had you just understood it then, things would have been so much easier.
This story is my journey. This story is who I am. It is the most difficult story I have ever told. But I am compelled to tell it nonetheless.
Take a look around you before you continue. Because you reading this story right now might be destiny too…
I. Latent Images
(The Present ~ June 27th, 2003)
Kelly’s lips slowly embraced the tip of my cock. Her tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft, sliding in small circles as she took me deeper. I looked down at my wife as she slid her mouth further down my shaft. Her dark brown hair tumbled around her face, forcing her to push it back several times.
On the television just behind her, the porno we’d been watching was all but forgotten now. Every now and again I became aware of a moan or a gasp, but my attention was completely on the beautiful woman whose lips were sending wave after wave of delight coursing through me.
She slid my cock out of her mouth and wrapped her long, slender fingers around it. Her strokes were firm but sensual. I felt a string of kisses along my inner thigh, across my balls, and along my other thigh. I groaned and again looked down at her, savoring the moment.
Such a thing was rare for Kelly. She wasn’t a big fan of blow jobs, but if properly aroused she could get into one. Such an arousal was normally had by either watching a porn, or her watching me masturbate. Tonight, obviously, we had decided on the porn.
Kelly looked up at me and smiled, licking her lips seductively. She ran her tongue from underneath my balls all the way up to the tip of my shaft, then engulfed my cock ravenously.
My back arched, inadvertently thrusting my rock hard member deeper into Kelly’s mouth. I anticipated a gag but she moaned instead and took me even deeper. I ran my hands through her silky hair and, emboldened by her actions, began to move her head ever so slightly. She resisted at first, but only for a moment. Soon I was guiding her head as she hungrily slurped all over my cock.
Seconds later a trail of wet kisses found its way to my mouth. Our tongues danced for a few moments before Kelly kissed her way back down my body. She turned herself into what I thought was going to be a sixty-nine position. Instead, she slid herself down to my waiting rod and promptly impaled her sopping wet pussy on it.
Her hips ground against me as she stretched her arms out to my ankles and braced herself. I worked a few fingers underneath her and soaked them in her free flowing juices. I slipped one finger slowly inside of her ass. Her nails dug into my ankles as she practically screamed in ecstasy.
I worked my finger deeper and she responded by grinding herself harder, faster against me. Suddenly her pussy tightened. I listened for her telltale groans to hail the forthcoming orgasm, but I didn’t here any. She threw her head back and groaned, and her jet black hair flowed down over...
Wait. Jet black hair?
At first I thought it was a trick of the dancing shadows caused by the television. But no, it wasn’t. Kelly’s hair was no longer brown, it was black. Black as the darkest night. It was shorter, too. Normally it reached the middle of her back, but now, inexplicably it ended just below her shoulders.
And were her shoulders that narrow before?
She sped up her movements, her suddenly tighter pussy squeezing my cock for all it was worth. I was disoriented, both by the pleasure and the sudden change in Kelly’s hair. But her hair wasn’t all – her body was different, too. It was slimmer somehow, though I couldn’t make out the details on her back any longer.
She groaned and bucked, and I felt her tight pussy grow even tighter. Her nails – which seemed to be longer now – dug hard into my ankles, drawing blood to the surface. Her moans sounded different, lighter in tone and exceedingly erotic.
It took her a few moments to come down off her orgasm. She was panting, and with every inhale I felt her pussy contract. Never had she been this tight! Or this loud! Or…
Breathlessly, she glanced at me over her left shoulder. The black hair obscured most of her face, but she brushed some of it aside. My breath caught in my throat. Her normally plain cheeks were freckled. Her round nose was angled ever so slightly downward. Her chin was different – lower, somehow. Her lips looked almost the same but were fuller, poutier. And her hazel eyes weren’t hazel at all. They were deep, dark, brown.
This wasn’t Kelly. I knew who it was, but I dared not speak her name. How could it be possible? How could she be here? How could she have known I…?
***
I sat up with a start and fought against the tangled mesh of sheets I found myself consumed in. When I had worked myself free, I found myself quite alone in the bedroom. The movie was long since over, and a DVD screen saver occupied the screen in its place. The clock had advanced several hours since I’d last looked at it, and I struggled to figure out when that was.
The door creaked open and Kelly returned, still naked from head to toe. She glided across the floor with all the grace of a beauty queen and slid into bed next to me. Her tongue gently traced over my ear, and her hot breath gave me goose bumps.
“Ready for some more, huh?” she asked seductively.
I turned to her for a kiss, but we never made it. For a split second, her face was gone, replaced with the one from my dream. I stopped a breath away from her lips and tried to pull myself together. It took her a moment to realize the kiss wasn't going to happen.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Fine. Just a little disoriented.”
“You were dreaming, weren’t you?”
She was quick, no doubt about it.
“Yeah, I was. How’d you know?”
Kelly smiled. “You woke me up. Or I should say, you ‘poked’ me up.”
She reached under the sheets and squeezed my cock, which to my surprise was fully awake and apparently ready for action.
“What were you dreaming about?” she asked.
It was an innocent question, but an honest answer would have taken entirely too long to explain. I choked down my confusion and forced a smile. “Us,” I said, pulling her to me in a lengthy kiss. As our tongues intertwined, I opened my eyes ever so slightly. I found that pair of endless brown eyes looking back at me. Startled, I pulled out of the kiss.
“Ian...what is it?” Kelly asked.
“Nothing,” I replied as calmly as I could. “Nothing.”
I slid out of the sheets and pulled on a pair of boxers.
“Where are you going?”
“I, uh…I need a cigarette.”
“You don’t smoke.”
I grinned wryly. “After this…I may have to start.”
I forced a smile and a wink, and withdrew from the room.
***
The light from our 56 inch television was just as good as a lamp. Almost the entire living room was lit up like a Christmas tree. I half-heartedly flipped through channels, trying to focus my mind on anything but the dream. I was met with very little success. For every second the darkness reigned in between channels, I saw her face. I couldn’t explain it, but it was there. And it wasn’t going away.
I gave up on television and plodded up the stairs. I paused at the last picture in the stairwell before the bedroom door. I saw Kelly’s priceless smile, hidden behind her glasses but lovely nonetheless. And next to her, I saw another familiar smile. The same one I had just seen in my dream. The same one that held me in its grasp, unwilling to let me go.
And below these two visions of beauty, I saw perhaps the most damning thing of all: a small inscription to my lovely wife.
To Kelly – my best friend and number one sister. Friends forever!
Hello all...
New to the forums/site/authorship/editorship etc. I've selected an editor and am awaiting a reply, but in the interim, I thought I'd toss out the first chapter or so of a fairly lengthy story I'm working on. I'd greatly appreciate some feedback, and I see this is definitely the place to come for it. I've already offered my services as an editor, but editing my own work is something I try to avoid. Feedback would be appreciated and, when it is within my power, returned at some point in the future.
Few things to bear in mind here. Number one, this is a true story. Obviously not word for word, but the events, people, etc. depicted herein are real. (Insert standard 'names have been changed to protect the innocent' bit here.) Secondly, it's part of what will most likely be a novel or novella. There's just too many events to compress it into a short. Finally, this is far from 'jerk off' porn. If anything, I'd call it a tragic romance, featuring a number of (very) lusty sex scenes. (The one that opens in the story is quite tame - the real meat is midway through...) Bear that in mind - it's not just here to turn ya on, but to make ya think. I won't be posting it on the site until it's completely done and until I hear from my hopeful editor.
Well, off my soapbox. Here it is...
And thanks in advance!
----
Prologue - Musings on Destiny
I’ve heard it said that destiny takes care of its own. Anything that is meant to occur will occur regardless of human intervention. This pretty much destroys the notion of free will – the idea that the choices we make are unique and build us towards a fate that is entirely our own doing.
Every day, we face choices. Every day, we make decisions that will affect the outcome of future events. Those events, in turn, present us with more choices that result in more events with even more choices. It’s an endless circle of decision and consequence.
But what if those decisions were meaningless? An illusion conceived by minds too weak to accept the fact that they have no control over their destiny? What if, no matter many bad decisions you made, you still arrive at that place you were meant to be? What if, no matter how justify your choices, no matter how logical your course of action might have seemed, the choice you made had no bearing on your eternal destiny? What would be the purpose of life? If we’re helplessly swept along by a current and unable to escape that which awaits us, why bother trying to make decisions?
Imagine a road in the forest. At various points throughout the road there are signs posted to get you quickly where you need to be. You follow the signs and arrive and the end without incident. But looking back, you see that every turn, every branch off the road, would have brought you to the same destination. What then? Were your choices an illusion?
Of course not. The purpose is never getting to the other side of the forest. You will always get there. The point is, do you follow the signs to get there quickly and painlessly, or do you ignore them and choose your own path? In this situation, most would say they follow the signs.
Ah, but if it were only that simple in life. There are no wooden signs with arrows saying THIS WAY or KEEP OUT. The signs we receive are subtle. A tingle in the pit of your stomach. A skipped heartbeat. A strong inclination to do a certain thing. But how we interpret those signs depends on the sum of our journey up until that point. It depends on who we are when we reach those signs.
For some people, the signs are obvious. For others, they’re much more difficult to see and to interpret. In fact, a sign pointing you in the right direction could be interpreted as a dead-end sign under certain circumstances. So you go the other way, down a far more difficult path. And when you make it to the end, and you look back and see that had you just understood it then, things would have been so much easier.
This story is my journey. This story is who I am. It is the most difficult story I have ever told. But I am compelled to tell it nonetheless.
Take a look around you before you continue. Because you reading this story right now might be destiny too…
I. Latent Images
(The Present ~ June 27th, 2003)
Kelly’s lips slowly embraced the tip of my cock. Her tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft, sliding in small circles as she took me deeper. I looked down at my wife as she slid her mouth further down my shaft. Her dark brown hair tumbled around her face, forcing her to push it back several times.
On the television just behind her, the porno we’d been watching was all but forgotten now. Every now and again I became aware of a moan or a gasp, but my attention was completely on the beautiful woman whose lips were sending wave after wave of delight coursing through me.
She slid my cock out of her mouth and wrapped her long, slender fingers around it. Her strokes were firm but sensual. I felt a string of kisses along my inner thigh, across my balls, and along my other thigh. I groaned and again looked down at her, savoring the moment.
Such a thing was rare for Kelly. She wasn’t a big fan of blow jobs, but if properly aroused she could get into one. Such an arousal was normally had by either watching a porn, or her watching me masturbate. Tonight, obviously, we had decided on the porn.
Kelly looked up at me and smiled, licking her lips seductively. She ran her tongue from underneath my balls all the way up to the tip of my shaft, then engulfed my cock ravenously.
My back arched, inadvertently thrusting my rock hard member deeper into Kelly’s mouth. I anticipated a gag but she moaned instead and took me even deeper. I ran my hands through her silky hair and, emboldened by her actions, began to move her head ever so slightly. She resisted at first, but only for a moment. Soon I was guiding her head as she hungrily slurped all over my cock.
Seconds later a trail of wet kisses found its way to my mouth. Our tongues danced for a few moments before Kelly kissed her way back down my body. She turned herself into what I thought was going to be a sixty-nine position. Instead, she slid herself down to my waiting rod and promptly impaled her sopping wet pussy on it.
Her hips ground against me as she stretched her arms out to my ankles and braced herself. I worked a few fingers underneath her and soaked them in her free flowing juices. I slipped one finger slowly inside of her ass. Her nails dug into my ankles as she practically screamed in ecstasy.
I worked my finger deeper and she responded by grinding herself harder, faster against me. Suddenly her pussy tightened. I listened for her telltale groans to hail the forthcoming orgasm, but I didn’t here any. She threw her head back and groaned, and her jet black hair flowed down over...
Wait. Jet black hair?
At first I thought it was a trick of the dancing shadows caused by the television. But no, it wasn’t. Kelly’s hair was no longer brown, it was black. Black as the darkest night. It was shorter, too. Normally it reached the middle of her back, but now, inexplicably it ended just below her shoulders.
And were her shoulders that narrow before?
She sped up her movements, her suddenly tighter pussy squeezing my cock for all it was worth. I was disoriented, both by the pleasure and the sudden change in Kelly’s hair. But her hair wasn’t all – her body was different, too. It was slimmer somehow, though I couldn’t make out the details on her back any longer.
She groaned and bucked, and I felt her tight pussy grow even tighter. Her nails – which seemed to be longer now – dug hard into my ankles, drawing blood to the surface. Her moans sounded different, lighter in tone and exceedingly erotic.
It took her a few moments to come down off her orgasm. She was panting, and with every inhale I felt her pussy contract. Never had she been this tight! Or this loud! Or…
Breathlessly, she glanced at me over her left shoulder. The black hair obscured most of her face, but she brushed some of it aside. My breath caught in my throat. Her normally plain cheeks were freckled. Her round nose was angled ever so slightly downward. Her chin was different – lower, somehow. Her lips looked almost the same but were fuller, poutier. And her hazel eyes weren’t hazel at all. They were deep, dark, brown.
This wasn’t Kelly. I knew who it was, but I dared not speak her name. How could it be possible? How could she be here? How could she have known I…?
***
I sat up with a start and fought against the tangled mesh of sheets I found myself consumed in. When I had worked myself free, I found myself quite alone in the bedroom. The movie was long since over, and a DVD screen saver occupied the screen in its place. The clock had advanced several hours since I’d last looked at it, and I struggled to figure out when that was.
The door creaked open and Kelly returned, still naked from head to toe. She glided across the floor with all the grace of a beauty queen and slid into bed next to me. Her tongue gently traced over my ear, and her hot breath gave me goose bumps.
“Ready for some more, huh?” she asked seductively.
I turned to her for a kiss, but we never made it. For a split second, her face was gone, replaced with the one from my dream. I stopped a breath away from her lips and tried to pull myself together. It took her a moment to realize the kiss wasn't going to happen.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Fine. Just a little disoriented.”
“You were dreaming, weren’t you?”
She was quick, no doubt about it.
“Yeah, I was. How’d you know?”
Kelly smiled. “You woke me up. Or I should say, you ‘poked’ me up.”
She reached under the sheets and squeezed my cock, which to my surprise was fully awake and apparently ready for action.
“What were you dreaming about?” she asked.
It was an innocent question, but an honest answer would have taken entirely too long to explain. I choked down my confusion and forced a smile. “Us,” I said, pulling her to me in a lengthy kiss. As our tongues intertwined, I opened my eyes ever so slightly. I found that pair of endless brown eyes looking back at me. Startled, I pulled out of the kiss.
“Ian...what is it?” Kelly asked.
“Nothing,” I replied as calmly as I could. “Nothing.”
I slid out of the sheets and pulled on a pair of boxers.
“Where are you going?”
“I, uh…I need a cigarette.”
“You don’t smoke.”
I grinned wryly. “After this…I may have to start.”
I forced a smile and a wink, and withdrew from the room.
***
The light from our 56 inch television was just as good as a lamp. Almost the entire living room was lit up like a Christmas tree. I half-heartedly flipped through channels, trying to focus my mind on anything but the dream. I was met with very little success. For every second the darkness reigned in between channels, I saw her face. I couldn’t explain it, but it was there. And it wasn’t going away.
I gave up on television and plodded up the stairs. I paused at the last picture in the stairwell before the bedroom door. I saw Kelly’s priceless smile, hidden behind her glasses but lovely nonetheless. And next to her, I saw another familiar smile. The same one I had just seen in my dream. The same one that held me in its grasp, unwilling to let me go.
And below these two visions of beauty, I saw perhaps the most damning thing of all: a small inscription to my lovely wife.
To Kelly – my best friend and number one sister. Friends forever!
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