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[Fall From Grace] Chapter 8 - Parting Ways

Skylar Medina — Wed, 10 Dec 2025 14:03:56 GMT

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I woke up feeling more rested and happier than I have in ages. I smell the coffee brewing as I get up trying to find some clothes, grabbing a pair of underwear and sleeping shorts that are essentially just booty shorts that go with my tiny top as I pop out in the kitchen following the smell of food and coffee.

“Morning sunshine. Do you want breakfast, or do you prefer a protein shake?”

“Huh? Oh!! Haha cute. Coffee first, food next and maybe some proteins later,” I giggled.

I take a seat and look at Marcus’s strong muscular frame. The adorable apron he borrowed while I was sleeping adding a lovely touch to his dashing outfit consisting of boxers and fuzzy slippers.

“I have to say I just love your new outfit. To think, I got fashion advice from you.”

He grins looking at me. “First of all, the way you dressed when I met, you would make a nun look like a hooker. Secondly, I had limited choices in wardrobe, as you ended up sleeping on top of my clothes you had torn off of me last night. Since I didn’t want to wake up, my choices were limited to this, or your delicates. I might suffer your fuzzy slippers but I am not wearing your lingerie to make you breakfast. Speaking of which, you need to talk to the landlord to get your heating fixed. It’s frigid in here. If you didn’t distract me with the cardio workout last night, I’d have complained a bit more.”

“The cardio workout?” I giggled softly. “I mean sure we can call it that.”

“What did you want to call it? The breeding session where you pleaded for Daddy’s cum,‘Marcus simpered at my expression as he struggled to contain his laugh.

‘I… no, not that!’ I writhed in embarrassment trying to find words to defend myself. ‘Well, I mean I suppose you’re not wrong but…’

“Okay, sit, eat and settle down I’m just teasing. You’re adorable when you blush like that. He grinned tapping my head as I reluctantly sat at the kitchen counter eating my food like a spoiled kid. ‘Thank you Daddy,’ I managed.

“This is really good!” I paused briefly looking at him. “Just what can’t you do? I mean I won’t even mention sex…I think I’m still having micro orgasms from last night. You know fashion, you can cook, you’re nice and kind. Come on fess up! Do you have a few bodies tied up in your basement?”

He grins wrapping his hand around me, sliding under my top pinching my nipple as I turn to object his lips find my neck as a delighted moan escapes my lips. “Mmmm”

“No, princess. We live in a big city; nobody has a basement here. I do, however, have this lovely plot of land where I bury all my past lovers and naughty princesses. So be a good girl and finish your food,” I giggled softly. “Yes, Daddy. I knew there was something off about you.”

“Okay, I have some clients to attend to today. I can’t be a lazy bum like you. If you need anything, just let me know; I can always fit you into my schedule but I really should get to work. You really should deal with what happened, Amy. Probably deal with Jason even if he’s a tool” Running his hand through my hair, giving me a mild tug as I follow his guidance, finding his lips and tongue on my lips, wanting him all over again. “Mmmmm, how long do you have before….”

He just laughs. “You little succubus, you’ll drain the life out of me. I’ll take care of your needs later. I have to go”

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“Alright Daddy. ‘I reluctantly give in. “I love you.”

His hand lingers looking at me tenderly. “Love you too, princess” running his dark fingers over my lips as I opened my lips gently sucking his thumb looking back him with lust in his eyes. He reluctantly pulls away as I smiled noticing the large erect bulge in his pants. Damn, he has amazing self-control.

I finish my breakfast then slide on the couch enjoying the beautiful view of the city and the warm sun caressing me. Daddy still left feel-good butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know what I was going to do for work, but I knew I didn’t want to go back to that place. Tyrone was probably lying when he insinuated that I was his bribe to close the deal. The thing is, I don’t even want to know if he was telling the truth or not. I knew I didn’t want to go back there ever again.

I opened up my phone and ignored all the multiple texts and missed calls from Tessa not bothering to read them. I sent a quick email sending in my resignation and followed it up with a text to her. I muted her notifications knowing I have little I want to hear from her, as she’ll likely about to make my phone explode. Gods. I stretched out on the couch smiling happily. Gods, it feels so good to be an unemployed bum!

“I’m officially on the streets, Daddy! I’m so happy, you’ll take care of your little princess, right? Princesses don’t need to work.” I text Marcus smiling.

“Oh, I’ll put you to work one way or another nips. It just might not be anything resembling legal employment is all.”

I can’t help but smile. I really love our interactions. I always find myself wanted and desired and recently loved in a way I haven’t really experienced with Jason. I dated Jason for several years, we cared for one another and depended on each other. I know I’m moving fast with Marcus but something about it feels so right. I sigh looking at the unread messages on my phone. Daddy told to get my head on straight and figure out what I want.

“Urghhhh!!! I can’t think!” I chickened out of opening Jason’s messages and tossed my clothes in the hamper as I turned on the shower to clean off some of the drying cum still on me from last night. My thoughts wander back and forth between the two men in my life. Well, truth be told, it’s been more of late. I gave head to Windell while Marcus was watching. I was raped and humiliated. I was fucked like a little slut by Daddy. I…….

[Fall From Grace] Chapter 7 - New Life, Part two

Skylar Medina — Wed, 10 Dec 2025 14:00:44 GMT

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I squirmed a bit, finding my mostly naked body pressed up against Daddy. Memories of yesterday come rushing in, though I try my damndest to suppress them. I push them all away as I push my pale white ass against Daddy’s crotch. “I know you’re very good at that….” I heard Daddy’s husky voice whisper in my ear but you know at some point we’ll have to talk about what happened.

“I know Daddy but it doesn’t have to be right now, does it?” I ask as I hear a frustrated groan against my ear as he turns me around to face him, likely intending to lecture me; instead his eyes linger on my exposed breasts and bare little pussy. He forgot I was naked, I mused as I parted my legs a bit shifting a bit pushing the rest of the covers away as he pulled me down his mouth, finding my nipple and the obligatory moan escaping my lips. “Mmmm, don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, princess. I know you’re trying to distract me but we will come back to this conversation.”

“Mmm, yes Daddy. ‘I moaned running my hand through his hair. “Don’t you need to get to work?” I hear Marcus asking as I shake my head. Fuck that. I’m never setting foot in that place ever again.

‘I’m taking a day off, Daddy. How long before your first client shows up?’

“Mmmm.” My hands running over his broad shoulders as his perfect muscles run over my bare breasts, making my nipples fully erect if they weren’t before. Toes curling as he pushes me further up the bed with his kisses lingering over my breasts, my nipples and my stomach, teasing my belly button as he tenderly spreads my legs open as I eagerly and willingly offer myself to him. His fingers unwrapping my sex, finding my clit as his lips and tongue greet it with an electric shock of pleasure coursing through me. “Ohhhh fuckkkkkk,” Gods, he’s the best fucking lover I’ve ever had. Not that I had too many but if this isn’t heaven, I don’t know what is. My hands lock into the bed post as I push my hips upwards little cunt getting increasingly wet. “Fuck Daddy, why are you so good at that?”

He growls softly between my legs, looking up briefly his face coated in my wetness. “Oh princess, I’m not good, I’m amazing. Besides, I’m VERY good at making a naughty little princess feel good. What good is having a little slut like you for my girl if I can’t make her cum” Ohhhh fuck. I feel Daddy’s fingers inside me his mouth on my clit and the “my girl” echoing in my brain. “Oh godssss yessssss…. Say it again,” I can feel Daddy smiling into my pussy as he whispers it and says it again louder. “My girl, MY girl” he pushes his fingers and arches them, hitting a pleasure point that courses throughout my body, making me moan in pleasure as his mouth clamps down on my sex. As if a manifestation of our attraction created a magnetic force binding me to him. His tongue responds in need as my own body reacts. “Oh fuckkkkkkkk” I groan as I shake with pure pleasure. It feels like the cumulative experiences of these past few days have all led up to this very moment. As if he can feel my pain, my anxiety and my worries making them all melt away as I become little more than his precious princess and he is my Daddy. The world held at bay as I just gave in. I offer him everything that I am a complete and total affirmation of our love. The word tastes so wonderful. I have only said that word to a few men but it feels so much more potent with Marcus.

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“Daddy, if you keep this up, I’m going to cummmmmmm….” I object, though finding neither of us truly believes in my objections. I run my hands through his hair as my body finds its climax and I cum into his mouth. He holds me down, not giving me an inch. His tongue is electric inside of me while I’m orgasming. It takes a minute as I lay there breathing hard the pleasure slowly subsiding.

“Wow…….” I manage, as his tongue is still slowly licking me tasting my cum as he cleans me off before coming up to join me in bed. He has a big smile on his face and I can’t help but respond in kind, as if his happiness becomes my own. His large hand caressing my cheek gently then running through my hair as he leans in and kisses my mouth. His hot warm mouth on mine, the taste of my own pussy on his mouth…gods I almost want him to fuck me all over again. “Mmmm, gods do you taste good, Daddy,” I manage, blushing a bit. I’m naked in bed. My wedding ring is still on though unsure why I still wear it. This has become too easy and natural. I’m always with Daddy, talking to Daddy, fucking Daddy. It’s become right. I think if I had to sleep with Jason again, that would feel like a bigger betrayal than my relationship with Marcus.

I sighed looking him over. “I really, really like you know that?”

He just smiles nuzzling my ear. “Oh? I couldn’t tell. I mean you were screaming and begging a few minutes ago but I just figured you were really, really excited about getting breakfast on your free day!”

I snorted at his comment and hit him lightly on the arm. “Stop teasing me!” I say blushing…..

He smiled, leaning in kissing my neck, his large black cock starting to stir. I can feel it teasing my wet pussy. “I love you too, princess. Your nips had me from the moment I saw you and them. Why would I ever leave,” I giggled and covered my nipples, which as if on queue were just as erect as always.

“Thanks Daddy… I really needed that.” I say smiling in blissful happiness.

[Fall From Grace] Chapter 6 - Dark Reckoning

Skylar Medina — Wed, 10 Dec 2025 13:58:13 GMT

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I woke up the next morning soar everywhere a bit chilly, as the blanket had slipped off of me. My ass is bare with dried cum decorating my poor little pussy still raw from the abuse of last night. The memories of my humiliation, my submission and just getting fucked senseless were trickling in slowly. Gods, I felt my body twitching just from the memory. I try to force my eyes open the light seeping through the blinds bringing unwelcome daylight into the bedroom. A stranger’s bedroom yet, now it’s become my Daddy’s bedroom. I tried to swirl my tongue in my mouth tasting the word and the cum still coating my lips. Mmm, Daddy. It’s got a pleasant feel I never imagined.

“Morning princess. Time to get up, you have a late start at work today but still should try to wake up before ……..” Marcus poses admiring the pale white globes forming my ass jiggling a bit…” mmm, noon” he finishes putting the coffee and bagel down as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed with his hand running over my bare ass as I squirm. “Fuck you got such a nice fucking ass for a white girl,” I groan feeling all the familiar neurons firing reminding me to the pleasure I had experienced last night. I softly delighted moan escaping my lips as Daddy’s fingers ran over my cunt lips teasing me. “Mmmmm, I thought you said I had to get to work.”

“Yeah, you do. Though doesn’t mean I have to let you go right away….” I moan at his words my legs opening before I have the time to even process the memories of last night of my impending guilt. His fingers are already inside me teasing me. An audible popping sound can be heard as he pulls out and licks his fingers clean of my desperate needs. He takes his fingers and glides them into my asshole as I gasp in surprise.

“You’re mine you little whore!” He grows as he grabs some lotion adding a bit more into my ass before I feel his monster cock tearing my ass,

“Fuckkkk…Marcus that’s too much….” I groan as a crisp SMACK makes my ass red. I squeal to object as he yanks my hair back “Whose this Marcus you speak of. You’re not allowed to use that name,” I groaned feeling him inside me. Humiliated, degraded and incredibly turned on. I feel his hand around my throat, his fingers brushing my lips as he slowly glides deeper inside me. His hands move down past my breasts, between my legs as he teases my clit while his cock is destroying my ass. I moan louder as his powerful cock throbs in my virgin asshole. I feel him so deeply. I turned my head to object as he yanked on my hair harder, forcing my mouth open as his kisses hard and deep. “My perfect little white whore…” he groans through the kiss as his hand closes a bit firmer on my throat enough to excite me as I experience my first anal orgasm. Fuck can he kiss?

I feel his powerful chest against me, his rough hand over my body as my orgasm hits working its way through my body while he holds me close to him whispering sweet words into my ear that make me blush. His talented fingers teasing my clit as I gush all over his mattress as he finally pulls out satisfied. My asshole leaking his cum.

“Mmmm, that was nice, princess. I wouldn’t mind waking up every morning like that.”

I purr wreathing my body with the delicate silk sheets in pure ecstasy. “Gods, you are good.” I say smiling looking at his naked form. My breakfast cold on the nightstand. “We… probably should talk about this at some point.”

He grins looking down at me. His cock getting hard again wanting more. “We can, but you’re going to be late and spent a good bit of time to ensure you have the right outfit to wear. So gobble up your breakfast and get to work.”

“Oh shit, what time is it” I crawl to the nightstand to have a look as Marcus smiles wrapping both of my ankles in one hand, somehow giving me a little tug.

“Daddy….” I pouted as I felt his hand over my recently fucked ass.

“Don’t move pet. I forgot something.”

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“Ooooh,” I exclaim as I feel something cold right above my ass as his hand presses on my lower back. “What are you doing?”

“Oh just marking my territory. Don’t worry it’s temporary” as he removes his hand a few minutes later a black queen of spade is visible right above my ass.

“Daddy! that’ll be visible at work. I’m already in enough trouble.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way to get into trouble with that, but not in the way you imagine. Now get dressed” SMACK. His hand leaves a bright red mark as he leaves the room as I grab the last few remnants of my clothes from last night, putting it on so I can sneak next door to my apartment and get my outfit.

I hurry up and get dressed trying to find my phone with multiple missed texts from Jason and work I can’t get to. I hurried up and found the outfit that Tessa approved of as I ran off to the office still flushed from this morning’s activities, while visions of what I’ve just done today flash through my mind. I took a shower and cleaned up but I still feel like I can feel Marcus’ cum in my ass. That fucker, I told him I had to run!

I show up at the office wearing a little pencil skirt that feels like it’s half an inch away from being a miniskirt, by my standards, but it seems perfectly appropriate here. A little cream blouse the last few buttons popped open as I was running to get here. I have thigh-high stockings and a pair of black high heeled elegant shoes. I hurry to slip them on the elevator before I make I stand in front of Tessa, who seems to be the ultimate judge, jury and executioner of my new career.

She looks me up and down, casting her chilling gaze over me. I’ve been catcalled and objectified but somehow this woman’s gaze always feels more intense and terrifying than any man’s. I feel so much more exposed. “Good, this will do. Fix up your hair and follow me. You’ll be assisting with a deal we’re closing. You’re just a record keeper. Take notes and ensure that the VIPs are taken care of. Even you can’t screw that up. Isn’t that right, Amy?”

I flush at the critique as I try to adjust my hair and check my outfit while carrying my files with me running behind her. I’m led into a room, as I’m still adjusting my outfit. The room is full of a variety of business men all in suits. I’m just finishing adjusting my blouse as I’m introduced to the Tyrone Brown. I flushed a bit, as I managed to hide my QoS tattoo that Marcus put in. Based on the grin crossing Mr. Brown’s j he seems well aware of what he saw and what it means. I blush a few shades of red as I introduce myself. His hand lingering on mine a bit longer than necessary as he looked me up and down. While Tessa’s inspection was objectifying, Mr. Brown sent shivers and an increasingly familiar tantalizing sensation coursing through my body. There was a little something behind those eyes that felt like he knew more about me than I realized.

“I…it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brown. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

“Oh, what a helpful young woman. Call me Ty and I’m sure there’s plenty you can do to be of help,” he grins as Tessa leads me away while I yet again feel my skirt is a bit too short feeling Ty’s gaze on my bubbly white ass. Fuck…. Is every black man turning me on now?

“Mr. Brown is the CEO of WBIH Enterprises. This is an international cooperation so it’s a very important contract. It will allow us to establish a market overseas which would be profitable for both WBIH and for our firm. So take this seriously. Record everything while Mr. Johnson and Mr. Anderson will be in shortly. Be invisible unless you’re asked to speak. Understood?”

I nod at Tessa as she directs me to a chair in the corner of the room away from the VIPs while well within both sight and hearing range to both record notes, be seen and allowing me to be a silent observer. Well, no pressure Amy. Just a multimillion-dollar contract that you could somehow fuck up. Jeez thanks Tessa. I sigh as I settle into my seat, as the large conference table is set up where I’m on our firm’s side, while Ty and his peers, who seem mostly black, are on the opposite side. I cross my long legs as my thigh-high stockings are visible my dress is gliding up a bit too far, which Ty doesn’t seem to miss before I set my files on my lap. Oh, he definitely saw my tramp tat.

The day passes pretty casually. I took notes and ensured coffee and lunch was served and we’re getting close to the end of the day. I try to record all the minutes and entering them into the system to ensure all the partners and related parties have access to them in any downtime I have to myself. I still don’t fully understand what the firm does but it seems we’ll be selling our clothing line overseas and WBIH will be in charge of the distribution.

The most interesting part of the whole ordeal is that we seem to be signing a deal that isn’t to our advantage. WBIH is taking a good cut of profits while only being in charge of distribution. A new market is valuable but not THAT valuable. There’s also an air of almost reverence given to Ty. Not that it would be unexpected. He’s a powerful, rich and obviously intelligent man. I expected others to look on to him with well-earned respect. I didn’t expect Mr. Anderson and Mr. Johnson to do the same. They seem to be struggling to maintain their composure. The terms seem to be shifting steadily throughout the day in WBIH’s favor.

[Fall From Grace] Chapter 5 - Crossing the line

Skylar Medina — Wed, 10 Dec 2025 13:56:07 GMT

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I somehow managed to get some shopping done. I headed to the boutique that Marcus recommended. A very nice lady helps me choose all of the outfits I need and I mostly end up buying a few outfits from the selection that Marcus made. I even chose a few from the “Slutty” category. I might take a few photos for Jason to entice him to be a bit more responsive. I just couldn’t believe he’s been silent for so long.

I took a few photos of myself in various more professional outfits and sent them to Tessa. “Is this more in line with what you had in mind?” I asked, as I sent her a few outfits I had purchased.

A few minutes later I got a positive response. “Yes! Perfect. I’ll see you on Monday. At least you can interact with clients dressed like that.” Gods, what a …. That passive-aggressive bitch! I really need to find a new job that bitch is insane. Never mind immediately responding to me on a weekend.

I grab my bags and head back where I see Windell, our doorman, greeting me. “Mrs. Goodwin, there’s a package for you,” he says as he hands me a box from another boutique delivered for me. A little note written on the front. “To my favorite slutty snowbunny—M” I blush feeling my cheeks turn red as I suddenly feel far too exposed.

“Oh, it’s a joke. My husband is a brat at times.”

“Uh-huh…” he says. “Well, if Mr. M ever feels like sharing, let me know. “he says, making me stumble, dropping my bags as I pick up my bags my little thong teasing him. Fuck…. Noticing his fat cock bulging through his uniform. I somehow managed to get myself sorted out and barely keep from running into the elevator seeking refuge. Fuck… is every black guy hung like a horse? Why did nobody fucking tell me this!

I check my watch as it’s getting close to 6 p.m., I need to get ready as I open the little outfit and see the outfit. A short little tiny miniskirt, barely covering my ass. A cute little purple top that feels silky. “Mmm, that feels nice. I love the material for both.” I see a note. “Wear this and no other accessories. The only other thing you’re allowed to wear is that precious wedding ring you have. “I slip off my outfit and slip on the little micro miniskirt, tugging it down a bit to try to cover up my bubbly ass cheeks. Jeez, this is way racier than anything I’d ever wear. The top is okay; it’s not overly slutty. It shows off my tits and comes about midriff showcasing my abs. Ha, abs… I suppose I could wear that. I’m a few donuts away from being pudgy. I really need to get serious about working out. I’m not fat but hardly fit. I feel so bare. I hardly wear the most proper underwear of late, but having nothing there just makes me feel so naked. I had gotten waxed before Jason left, though I’m mostly bare my pubes are long enough to showcase the natural redhead color.

“Don’t be late girl, Daddy is waiting for you,” my buzzes with a message from Marcus. I feel myself getting wet already. All I said was that I’d wear the outfit, nothing else. He’s been nice. He saved my ass literally with this new gig. He also said he wouldn’t do anything unless I begged and that’s not happening!

“Fuck, I’m being dumb, aren’t I?” I grumbled looking at myself in the mirror as I finished up applying my make-up and dark lipstick. The shoes have a taller heel than I’m used to, as I slip them on and head over to Marcus’ place. Just as I popped out, I saw Wendell grinning looking me over dressed like a complete slut!

“So, your hubby really loves joking around, hmm?” He says as he moves his hand to his cock adjusting it flushing as I walk across the hall and knock on Daddy’s door nervous at being objectified like that.

“Hey Red come on in. Oh great Windell, come in man. I see you met Amy already.”

“Uhmm, yeah, we met briefly. Ididn’t realize you were going to have other guests,” I say looking at the large black man. While Daddy was athletic, muscular, and hot, Windell was the opposite. He was a bit shorter, a bit more tubby and well not unattractive but nothing like Daddy. That being said, I keep looking at his cock…fuck he’s really getting off to me. “What do you think Windell? She’s a fine little snow bunny, isn’t she?” Marcus asks as he slips up behind me.

“Fine piece of ass Marcus, though she’s in denial still.”

“Wait what is going on…” feeling Daddy’s hand pushing my hair back as his mouth kisses my neck. I open my lips to object as just a needy moan escapes me.

“I said I won’t fuck you or mess around with you till you beg me to do so. Windell, here is going to help you out a bit,.” He says as he pulls my tiny little skirt up. I can feel Daddy’s cock press into my ass while my pale white pussy is exposed to Windell. His cock is seemingly getting bigger. “You love the attention princess, don’t you?” He asks as his hot breath dances over my naked flesh. Shivers run down my spine, tickling all my senses till my pristine little toes.

“Yesssss……” Gods do I! What is wrong with me! I watch as Windell pulls off his belt as he drops his pants, kicking off his shoes. The tent is more obvious in his boxers.

“Aren’t you crossing the line, Daddy? I mean you said you wouldn’t touch me unless I begged….”

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“No Red, I said I won’t fuck till you begged. I never said I wouldn’t tease your slutty little cunt,” He says as he runs a finger between my cunt lips, making me moan loudly. Watching is shock as he tastes me on his fingers as he was sampling a snack before his mouth closes over mine, kissing me hard. His tongue intertwines with mine, as he makes me taste my little whoring cunt. Fuck, I’m sorry, Jason. I love you but I just can’t help myself! I can’t even rationalize this!

I feel Daddy push me down on my knees, as Windell’s boxers are now gone as he shoves his fat cock into my mouth.

“Mmmphhhhh” my eyes wide with surprise, as the biggest cock I ever tasted is forced down my throat. I groan as the musky black cock invades my throat, pushing into my throat again and again all the while Daddy gives my top a little tug, pulling it up over my head, revealing my natural breasts as Windel’s heavy hand paws at my bare breasts. Daddy kneeling down behind me whispering in ear. “That’s a good little slut. How is it tasting your first black cock, princess? “His fingers sliding between my legs teasing my clit as my hands wrap around with my nails digging into Windell’s ass as he fucks my mouth. Fuckkkk…I’ve never felt this good. I’m going to cummmmmmmm……

My entire body shaking as Marcus pulls my hair back as Windell pulls his cock out jerking off to my whoring body in heat. As the orgasm washes over me, I feel his hot load spray my face…going into my mouth, down my breasts….

“Mmmm, she’s good. Needs a bit more work the little slut cums ways too fast. Though I do love little white virgins. Love seeing them take their first black D”

“Ha! Yeah, we good then? ‘

“Sure thing Marcus, that makes us even!’ Windell grabs me, pushing his cock down my throat as I find myself sucking him off and licking his long thick shaft cleaning him off before he grabs his pants getting dress leaving.

“What….what was that?”

“Mmm, oh I owe Windell some money I was behind on, I figured I’d just use the opportunity to give you the feeding you need and clear off my debt”

“Wait.. you.. you.. no! You whored me out!”

“Yup, you got it, princess! Though I never imagined you’d cum so fucking fast. You’re really desperate for some good dick, aren’t you? Poor Jason has no idea what a good little slut he’s got waiting at home.”

“You fucking……mmmphhhh” my objections are interrupted as he wipes Windell’s cum off my breasts and fingers my mouth as I swallow it all, licking his fingers clean.

“Now, go get cleaned off. I still have plans for you for this evening. Can’t have you looking like a little whore that just got a fat load of cum sprayed all over her face now can we?”

I look at Marcus in shock. I’m both horrified at what just took place, disgusted and…and… turned on? No! I am NOT turned on by having just been used like a whore, and I didn’t even make any fucking money from it. He helps me up and turns me around as I hear two quick sharp SMACK, SMACK making my ass sizzle as he sends me off to the bathroom to get cleaned up, interrupting any further objections while I nurse my poor little bum glowing red.

[Fall From Grace] Chapter 4 - New Affair

Skylar Medina — Wed, 10 Dec 2025 13:53:42 GMT

Author’s Note: I’m re-releasing my novel behind the paywall. So sub if you want to read the entire thing. This is a somewhat shorter chapter so I’ll leave it as just free content

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“What have I done?” I groaned looking at the disaster that was left of my room. My phone sitting on the nightstand with seven new texts from Jason. “Gods what is wrong with me. I just fucking cheated!”

My pussy is still sore from all the attention it suddenly got last night, both from Marcus and my own self-love. My nipples feel sore and I can almost still feel the kisses on my naked flesh. The raw heat coming from his mouth while he pressed his lips on my breasts.

I passed out last night in the midst of my fever dream. I’m amazed I had the mental acuity to even pull the dildo of me before going to sleep. I was still naked and feeling the morning chill. My nipples were still erect, though I was unsure if it was from the temperature or the recent events. I looked over my naked figure putting of reading the messages from my husband.

I look at the woman staring back at me in the full-length mirror. My breasts were not huge, but they were more than a handful; I had long red hair down to my mid back. I had a slender waist and wide hips with an ass that could be a bit smaller. Though considering how much time Marcus spent groping my ass while fingering me, he didn’t seem to mind it one bit. My thighs were thicker than I’d like with a cute little pink pussy was bare and horny all the time these days. I run my fingers over my sex as if I could still feel Marcus’ fingers on my clit. The way he spoke to me while his fingers were inside me. Claiming my body as I moaned for him. I feel my mouth opening as a soft little moan escapes my lips at the memory. “Fuck, Amy you little slut!” I’m turning into a woman I barely recognize yet not so different that I don’t recognize myself, not yet anyways.

I saw a new notification of a text message from Marcus, though with some difficulty I resisted the urge to read it right away. I grabbed my robe and slippers heading to the kitchen, where the familiar sweet tantalizing aroma my favorite coffee roast wafting in the kitchen grounded me as it welcomed me home. I take a deep sigh looking around. My phone on the counter with my reflection looking back at me in judgment. I sighed and pulled up the phone, opening the text message up. Seven unread from Jason, one unread from Marcus. I unread from Tessa (work).

I opened up the texts from Jason. They’re all late responses to the ones I sent throughout the day, as Tessa was the biggest bitch she could be. They’re all caring, loving, nurturing and understanding and though he’s not present when I needed him, he’s doing everything a partner should be doing. I can feel the pit in my stomach growing. Gods, I wish he would have answered these when I needed him. The more time we spend apart the harder time I have being faithful. I love Jason but I can’t help but feel a bit neglected and abandoned in this big city. I read the last message as I felt my knees going weak digging my nails into the kitchen counter as I read it once then read it again to make sure I understood everything he said. Fuck me!

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“Hey babe, I’m sorry you’ve been going through such a hard time at work. I’ve been told we’re going to be leaving shore soon to the platform where I’ll be working. I won’t have cell service there for the next week or so. If you need anything, call my dad. He said he’d be happy to help with anything you need.”

“God damn it Jason!” I grumbled as I hit the coffee saucer, making my coffee fly at me and drenching my robe in coffee. Depriving me both of my precious caffeine and giving me more work than I needed. I sigh as I start heading back towards my room to pick up a change of clothes when I notice a magazine slipped under my door with a note.

“Her red, here’s some outfits you could get that’ll make you fit in at work. I have a rough idea of your measurements, but if you want to text me your exact size, I’ll be sure to get you dressed up. That being said, I REALLY enjoyed the rewards of your shitty day. I’m happy to take care of your needs without all the drama. —Marcus”

That is totally not fair! He’s supposed to be the hot sexy guy; he’s not supposed to be caring too! Shit!

I opened up my phone and looked at the text he sent. “Hey Red, I left you a gift under the door. I really enjoyed last night. I can’t wait to hear you beg for my cock for round two. I can still taste your cum on my fingers. “I can feel myself getting turned on just by reading his text. I shouldn’t be responding to him again. I looked over his choices. Most of them seem like good suggestions. None of them are super slutty, though he circled a few outfits for me to wear for him.

I headed back to my bedroom, forgetting all about my coffee, tossing my robe in the laundry basked as I grabbed my favorite toy, wondering when I started to have a “regular” sex toy. I barely used them before Jason left me all alone. Now, it seems like a regular thing.

I sit on the bed lightly teasing myself as I read over his messages again wondering why he’s turning me on so much.

He’s really not being fair. He’s supposed to be the hot sexy fuck boy that I should walk away from, he can’t be hot, sexy, caring, AND be able to make me cum like a little slut. He’s the bad boy. Not supposed to actually take the place of Jason but be better at everything he does. Gods, I need to look at some photos of us and read some of our old texts, I’m starting to forget why I married Jason in the first place.

I flip send Jason a quick message.

“Hey, please call me. That’s so not cool! You can’t drop off in this random city where I don’t know anyone and just disappear for 6 months! We were supposed to start a new life together not having stuck in a sterile concrete building by myself! Love you. Your wife, you remember her, right?”

I grumble as I open the phone and look at Marcus. I had an email with a new album with a few photos from last night.

“Hey Marcus, I really appreciate the clothing suggestions. You didn’t have to do that. I sent you my measurements like you asked. ‘I paused ….

“About last night, I had a lot of fun but you know it can’t happen again. I’m married and I honestly do love Jason.’

“I know you do Red. Do you think I’d get this hard if I thought you weren’t into him? I LOVE that you care about Jason. I want you to beg for my cock while you’re still married to him and he’s your dream man. Yet we both know you need me inside me. No worries about the clothes; you’d look great in them; plus you can thank me by buying those outfits I chose for me. Though I want to see them in person!”

“You are… absolutely terrible! I don’t know how you do that. How the hell are you coming off as both an asshole and kind all at the same time? That’s totally not fair!”

“Ha, who said I had to be fair. Besides, I like what I see. If your hubby is too dumb to take advantage of a beautiful woman he has waiting for him at home, then I sure as hell will appreciate his gift to me. You know he’s basically paying me to steal you away, what an idiot!”

“Hey, come on now… be nice!”

“Does he deserve that? Is he coming to see you?”

“Well, no… actually, he’s staying longer and honestly, he won’t be able to talk for a while.”

“Gods, he’s making this too easy! Fuck this; Hold on. I’ll bill this idiot for this.”

“Wait, Marcus. What are you doing….”

“You have a new outfit showing up tomorrow. I want you to wear it for me tomorrow. Stop by my place at 6.”

“What? Don’t do that. Wait. Don’t you have to ask first, what if I have plans!”

“You know you don’t have plans or friends in this shitty town. Stop pretending you’re busy and you’re not fucking yourself thinking of my cock. Wear the outfit and come to my place at six, understood,”

I shivered reading it. Fuck! He’s ONLY texting.

“Yes Sir….” I say my hand inside my panties playing with my clit.

“No, you don’t get to use that or Marcus, you haven’t earned the right to call me those names yet. Call me daddy, red. But say out loud.”

Fuck….. I can feel my wedding band against my clit as my fingers curve into my little pussy letting a need moan of pleasure as I whimper like a little slut… “Yesssss Daddy” accidentally hitting the microphone button, sending him my moan of pleasure. Fuckkk

Great, I’m never going to make it to that stupid store to pick up my work clothes!

[Fall From Grace] Chapter 3 - New City

Skylar Medina — Wed, 10 Dec 2025 13:49:34 GMT

Series:

I was nervous about my first day on the job. My background was in art. I explored all kinds of creative expressions from oil painting and sculpting. Jason managed to get an email out to me explaining that connectivity was super limited and he’s not able to reach out to me for a while. That left me with this insane event in my life and the person that was supposed to my rock was nowhere to be found. Christ, I’m driving myself insane.

I have 20 different outfits laid out on the bed and none of them feel right. The job involved booking appointments, travel plans and managing calendars. All of that seemed trivial enough. The last item was handling customer relations, which is something I had little to no experience with. I was also supposed to look “pleasing” to the customer. I really didn’t understand what that meant but here I was spending two hours picking an outfit and I’m still not happy with my attire.

I’m wearing a creme blouse, with a blazer on top with an accompanying skirt, stockings, and a pair of tactful nude leather shoes with a mild 4″ heel. It should be fine. It looks elegant and professional and yet I still feel unsure about the whole thing. Something about this whole job feels odd. Plus, the absence of Jason and my increased texting with Marcus has left me feeling both neglected and horny and unsure of myself. Gods, how did he end up being stuck on an oil platform? I read over the email from Jason again. If that’s true, he’s not going to be able to talk for a month, at least!

I looked over at my phone and smiled seeing a message from Marcus. “Good luck red, knock ’em dead!”

“Thanks Marcus! I appreciate it. I feel so weird about this. I just have a bad feeling.”

“It’s be fine, don’t worry. Just swing by my place when you’re done and you can tell me all about it. “

I sighed and chose my outfit, a long-pleated cream colored skirt just a few inches above my ankles. A turtle neck black blouse. I had an elegant silver necklace and a watch on. It was a lovely business casual outfit and looked professional. The attire is completed with a cute pair of black shoes with a 4” heel. I call a cab and head to work as I check in, I hear some murmurs. What’s with the Mormon Convention?

“Uhm, hello. My name is Amy Goodwin. I’m starting today and wanted to see checking. “

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The young blonde looks up at me. ‘Hey, I’m Tessa…. What are you wearing?’

‘Huh? You said you wanted me to wear business casual, this is my casual outfit. Is something wrong?’

She sighs shaking her head. ‘You look like you were wearing business casual for Ford motors when they were established in the 1800s. Where did you get this, a Mormon convention?’

I blushed and half whispered the name of the store, though it seemed irrelevant. ‘I’m going to give you a catalogue of some clothes I want you to pick up some new outfits. You’re custom facing; you can’t greet customers like that. Jake!’

A teenage intern shows up with a folder, likely doing an internship. Show her to the Cafe, she can make coffees and such. Get her setup on the computer and send her home after lunch. She needs to doll up a bit. Wearing that for a fashion firm. Sheesh.” She just sighs in frustration. “Come on, shoo… don’t want you scaring off the customers.”

[Fall From Grace] Chapter 2 - New City

Skylar Medina — Wed, 10 Dec 2025 13:46:48 GMT

Series:

Meet Amy Goodwin
Chapter 1 - Starting a New Life
Chapter 2: New Life
Chapter 3 - New City
Chapter 4 - New Affair
Chapter 5 - Crossing the line
Chapter 6 - Dark Reckoning
Chapter 7 - New Life, Part two
Chapter 8 - Parting Ways
“JASON… DID YOU SEE MY BEDROOM BOX #5?” I scream across the apartment trying to find all of my things, identify what is missing and for fucks sake find something to wear. I’m wearing a little tank top and a pair of booty shorts. We just got settled a week ago, figured out where to buy food before the movers told us they were delivering and our 800 sq feet apartment is now filled to the brim with giant boxes.

“No, I didn’t. Also, it’s a tiny little apartment babe you could just pop your head in. ‘He takes a moment to admire my nips poking through. “How are you doing nips?” He grins.

‘Oh shut up! I’m trying to find my bras, I swear they’re in one of these bags.’

‘Well, you wouldn’t have run out if you kept up with the laundry, though I’m not exactly complaining.’ He grins as I throw a soft slipper at him, which he easily dodges. Damn it, he really is VERY good at dodging for a nerdy white guy!

‘Yeah, yeah, like you’re not appreciating the view,’ I sigh and grab the collection of boxes and head out around the corner to dump them down the chute. I just finished discarding them as I saw a …. Well, wowza. In front of me standing a tall muscular black man with a big smile. He’s wearing a satin button up shirt half undone, showing off his powerful pecks with a matching pair of dark elegant jeans. My eyes can’t help but wander a bit. He looks like a model. ‘Uhmm, hello,’ I manage.

He’s trying not to snicker too much. ‘Nice to meet you red, you must be nips then?’ I blush red as his gaze goes down to my obvious nipples erect and at full attention as my cheeks burn. This is different; I’m not used to having other men look at me that way. ‘Welcome to the neighborhood, I’m a few doors down. I meant to introduce myself earlier. I’m Marcus. Also, careful what you scream sound carries amazingly well here.’

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‘I….’ My cheeks were burning. I’ve never had someone teasing me so openly. ‘Oh, hi, I’m Amy, yeah, sorry. Jason, my husband, and I just moved in. I guess we’re still getting adjusted,’ I offer him my hand that just seems to disappear in his large black hand. He runs his hand over my tiny little pale hand. I mention my husband in the hope of dissuading him from any further advances. He simply runs his fingers over my wedding ring, then his gaze back to my tits, giving me a wicked smile full of mischief. He doesn’t say a word but the look in his eyes conveys everything I ever needed to know about what he was thinking.

[Fall From Grace] Full Book for Subbed Readers

Skylar Medina — Tue, 18 Nov 2025 14:02:53 GMT

I have this book published on smashwords here, but for those that are supporting me month to month I figure I should share this with everyone.

I - Forward

Forward - Author’s Note

This is my foray into writing something a bit more concrete. I have been exploring erotica, sexuality and my own kinks for longer than I care to admit. There is something so tantalizing and alluring about letting your imagination run wild and allowing yourself to fully dive into the wide foray of your of your fantasy where no limits exist. I hope everyone who is willing to take the time to read my book will enjoy it as much as I have. I tried to include a wide spectrum of interests and sexual for everyone to enjoy and appreciate. Without further ado, I would like to introduce you all to protagonist, Amy Goodwin!

Prologue

Amy Goodwin grew up in a small town in the Midwest. One of the multitude of states in the corn belt that feeds our nation. Some of the stories place her in Iowa while others in Ohio. It doesn’t matter too much. She was the little princess of a proper conservative family. Her father passed away when she was young, leaving her with a need for affirmation and approval from a strong father figure, which she always found lacking. Her siblings Jessie or Jess as they call her and Brian were both significantly older. There was a 10-year and 13-year difference respectively between them. She tried to be close to her siblings growing up but by the time she learned to talk, Jess was already into boys and dating. Brian was off to the Military to do his duty and serve his country. Neither were particularly interested in the tiny carrot top little sister.

Amy turned out to be more liberal than anticipated. She studied music, art and writing. All her passions were creative and none very applicable to her livelihood. She was a dreamer while her family were realists. She was a liberal coming from a family where her father was a hard lined republican, a former mayor of this small little town. College served as a much-needed reprieve from the expectations and judgment of her family. She met Jason there during her freshman year. They started dating a few months after meeting. He was kind, sweet and loving. He had no expectations of her and accepted her for everything she was. After college they got married in a small gathering of friends and family. They were looking forward to starting their life together, moving to a large city.

Amy had no idea what was awaiting her. Sweet naive little Amy, the embodiment of the girl next door moving to the big city. Will she be able to survive all that is to come? Will her marriage thrive? Will she be able to stay true to her character? We shall see…

Chapter 1 - New Life

My name is Amy Goodwin! In my youth, people would tease me, calling me “Amy ‘Goodgirl’” a nickname that accurately described me. I’ve always been the good girl next door, no matter how hard I tried to escape that label. It’s not that I mind it too much but I just find it so reductive. I grew up in a small town and went to school at a college nearby. I never really strayed and tried to be good. Probably the “wildest” thing I’ve done is to turn out to be a “pinko liberal,” as my siblings put it. I come from a republican upbringing; my dad was the mayor doing his best to represent the party. My siblings, Jessica (Jess) and Brian, are both military brats. What can I say, maybe I am a rebel?

I married one of “those” guys too. Jason grew up in New York City. He was about as out of place in a small town as one can get. He’s sweet, kind, loving and cares about me. We started dating my freshman year and four years later we got married. My family isn’t a fan and honestly, I feel closer to his family than I ever have to my own. Maybe it’s Mom and her drinking. Maybe it’s the fact that Jess and Brian are both 10 years older and were always more like aunts than siblings. Maybe it’s the way they’ve been with Jason from the moment I introduced him to now when he’s my loving husband.

Of course I’ve always wanted to live in a big city. He could tell I was nervous about NYC, so we decided to go to Chicago! In a nice middle ground for a “good girl” from the Midwest. It was still close to my family if we wanted to visit. NYC wasn’t that far away to go visit his family. It seemed perfect. He started applying for jobs while I was looking at various local artist communities and trying to see what I wanted to do next. Sure, I learned to draw, paint and some minor sculptures but I never really found my passion. I just knew I loved working with my hands! Art just took me to a happy place that I could never find anywhere else. I know Jason didn’t fully grasp it but he always smiled looking into my eyes when I told him about my new passion.

“We’re going to the Windy City, Bella, aren’t you excited?” I say as I pick up my adorable little fur-ball. She’s been my companion during college and my alter ego. She’s a feisty little cutie while I’m… well anything but. I sometimes wish I had more of her personality.

I walked into the living room where Jason was packing up the last few boxes. “Hey sweetie, I love how proactive you are, but do we have any plates left unpacked?” I ask as Jason bursts out laughing. “Uhmm.. oopsie?”

“Ha, pizza it is, I suppose. Pizza Hut, Dominos or Papa John’s?” I ask

“Gods, I cannot wait to get out of here where we can get real pizza! Never mind actually decent food!”

“Hey now, I grew up on that food, you know?” I giggled sliding into his lap, pulling up the menu for the three places in town to choose from.

“I know, and I really appreciate what they did to you.” He grins and grabs a handful of my plump ass.

Shattered Bonds - Released

Skylar Medina — Mon, 18 Aug 2025 14:20:01 GMT

If you’ve kept up with me during my journey to finish up the short little novella, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Everything I put out was a first draft. I cleanup the story a bit and polished the writing but below you can find the final version. The previous posts except for Chapter 1 and the Teaser are paid posts.

If you want your own copy. The ebook should be available soon on most major platforms. I really would appreciate any purchases as I don’t make much on here and it is a time investment getting all these stories out.

[Shattered Bonds] Chapter 6 - Emily's new Life

Skylar Medina — Mon, 28 Jul 2025 14:01:59 GMT

Marcus brushed Emily’s hair lovingly. The cute, petite blonde was lying on top of him, nuzzling his chest.

“Is it morning yet?”

“Mmmm, it’s whatever you want it to be love,” he said as his dark hand ran across her backside feeling her naked body squirming up against him. She absolutely hated waking up early, unlike Marcus. Then again she’d been keeping hi…

[Shattered Bonds] Chapter 5 - Jen's Rebirth

Skylar Medina — Mon, 02 Jun 2025 04:26:26 GMT

Jen was sitting on the bed of Rachel’s room. One of the last good friends she had in town. The guest room was decorated with all the failed phases of her friend’s teen years. The boybands she was no longer interested in, the dark brooding goth clothes she wore when she thought the world was out to get her ant her parents hated her (spoiler, they didn’t)…

[Shattered Bonds] Chapter 4

Skylar Medina — Tue, 08 Apr 2025 13:04:02 GMT

Emily walked out onto the balcony topless admiring the beautiful Mountain View and fresh air. She’s spent the last day doing little more than fucking Marcus. Her bridesmaid dress and several others were neatly hanging nearby as she felt Marcus’ arms wrap around her kissing her neck.

“Someone once told me you weren’t a morning person”

“Mmm, I’m not” Emily said feeling Marcus’ placid cock stirring gently even in his flaccid state he was larger than Jason had ever been. “I also haven’t been this happy in a long time. I guess it provides some motivation” Emily says as she turns her head towards Marcus for a tender kiss as his hand reaches out and twists her bare exposed breast. At this point no amount of morning after pill could keep up with the fucking they’ve been doing. Twice in his truck, in the changing room waiting for the dress to be adjusted, several times bent over the balcony being actively fucked over looking the scenery. Her pores are probably oozing his cum at this point.

“So are we ever going to talk about what we’re going to do when we get back?” Emily says turning to face Marcus as he pushes up her short skirt finding her pussy bare as usual.

“Do we need to? Do you still not know princess?”

“Say it Daddy then, tell me what you have in mind”

“I’m falling for you baby. I don’t know if it was the first time I laid eyes on you, when I walked with you in the park showing you my favorite places in this small picturesque little town that I chose to say my vows. The first time we fucked, but I love you Ems. You’re Daddy’s princess. “

Emily bites her lip gasping as she feels Daddy slide inside erect now. “I love you too Daddy” she says returning the kiss eagerly.

“If I’m walking down the aisle with anyone here it’ll be you princess. We just need to close the loop with all the conversations we need to have with our respective SOs”

Emily can’t help but smile looking at her Daddy. She’s uncertain as to why she’s fallen for this man so fast. The way he fucks her into a dumb stupor certainly has something to do with it. The way screams his name into the night each time they fuck might have had something to do with it. The sweet pillow talk they spend hours staring into each other’s eyes naked recovering from the fuck session they just had. The only reason they ever stopped is that one or both of their bodies is too raw and drained to continue forcing them to talk for a bit. She had fallen hard for him! Truth be told she knew she was in trouble a while ago, only now was she able to be brave enough to voice it.

She felt Marcus’ hand brush her cheek as she looks up.

“Lost in your dreams love?”

Emily smiles as she hears that precious word again. It always feels like a sweet nectar heart strings. “No, well yes I suppose. Just thinking of our adventures over the past few days. I’ve been trying to come to terms with the fact that I’ve fallen in love with you in two days.”

“Well, I AM a really great catch you know”

Emily giggled and slapped Marcus’ arm. “Stop it, you know what I mean”

Marcus lifts her up her body his hand on her ass as she expertly anchored herself to him leading her back inside and sitting her on his lap.

“Okay, fine serious conversation… while naked.” Marcus says as he poked her nipples that were poking through.

Emily lets out a forced laugh sighing. “Okay fine. I can put on some clothes!”

Marcus immediately pulls her back on his lap. “Hey now, no need to be drastic. All I was doing is calling out the ridiculousness of the situation. You’re asking a full bodied healthy man to pay attention to you while your tits, ass and that gorgeous pussy is exposed. “ He says as Emily cross her arm mildly annoyed. “Okay, okay I’m done. By all means, princess”

She sighs and falls back into his arms. “You’re terrible. Usually I’m the brat in the relationship.”

[Shattered Bonds] Chapter 3

Skylar Medina — Mon, 24 Mar 2025 13:03:36 GMT

Disclaimer: This is raw and unedited. I ran out of time to get this out on Monday, and I think I’ll save more of that for the final draft that gets published or sent to an editor. If you like my work, I appreciating you subbing and/or buying my previous published work.

[Shattered Bonds] Chapter 2

Skylar Medina — Mon, 17 Mar 2025 14:42:00 GMT

Emily slowly stirs as she felt Marcus’ warm breath on her face as he gently shook her. “Wakey, wakey princess, we’ve arrived”

Emily gently stirred smiling, finding Marcus’ handsome face so close to hers. “Hey handsome. Such a nice view first thing in the morning,”

[Shattered Bonds] Chapter 1

Skylar Medina — Mon, 03 Mar 2025 14:24:29 GMT

Emily stood in her bedroom as she rummaged through her closet. She sighed to herself with a hint of frustration.

“Jason, have you seen my red dress?” She shouts from the bedroom. She’s been doing little else of late. Her relationship with her husband, Jason, seems to be deteriorating by the minute. The small morsel of joy in her life was her upcoming visit to see Jennifer. It has been far too long since they’ve seen each other.

“No babe, I can’t keep track of all your clothes. Don’t you have like three different red dresses though?”

Emily groaned, ever so helpful. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out.”

Emily married Jason 2 years ago. He was and is kind and sweet. It came as a total surprise to everyone. Even Emily was a bit surprised when Jason asked her to marry her and she readily accepted! She’s been jumping from one bad relationship to the next. When Jason asked her out, she was just bored and on a whim agreed to go out with him. He was very different from every man she’s ever been with. She couldn’t even remember when it had started, but she’s developed a bit of a reputation as a queen of spade. It wasn’t even intentional. A black guy asked her out in high school and her perfect pristine mother lost her mind. The guy was okay, but he was immensely more attractive given her mother’s reaction. She was probably a bitch for dating him as long as she did, especially since she was mostly using him to fuck with her mother. It became a bit of a pattern over the years, where Emily would go from one bad relationship to the next. Each boyfriend would be more aggressive, dominate and as an added bonus amazing in bed! The delicious orgasm with the complimentary torture of her mother was too hard to resist. She hated tattoos? Emily’s next love interest would be covered in tats from head to toe! She hated those vile drug dealers and criminals? Of course Emily’s next boyfriend had to be both. If he fucked like a champ and was feared, he was golden! As long as he treated her right and made her mother miserable, that’s all that mattered. Half the guys she dated after college were old enough to be her father. This one was a bit of a surprise, even to her. She was always somewhat of a nymphomania. She’d exhausted and drained most of her boyfriends with her sexual debauchery and exploration. She’s done most things so dating older men wasn’t really that big of a stretch for her. She was surprised how much she enjoyed those relationships. She loved the fatherly energy they gave off. They always seemed to want to either save her, treat her like a princess or both. Maybe it was her toxic relationship with her mother or that her dad bailed on her when she was barely a toddler. Though something about fucking a man twice her age, her pussy ran wet like the Nile. She couldn’t get enough to the dismay of more than one unfortunate partner asked to keep up with her libido.

The last thing anyone had expected was for Emily to marry a guy like Jason. He was about as white as can be. He was kind, sweet, gentle and cared about her but he was as far from the type of guy she typically dated as one can get.

Lately, though, things have changed. He kept saying that she was distant and didn’t let him in. Emily wasn’t sure what he expected from her. The sex wasn’t up to par, but it was never great. She fell in love with him despite that. He was so different from anyone she’s ever dated that a date she took on a whim turned into two, then three. A month later she was in a relationship and eventually smitten. The sex could be worked on and with her libido, it’s not like she didn’t already know how to please herself. No boyfriend has ever kept up with her. Emotional connections? She tried but it wasn’t natural. What was she going to say? She loved fucking black men, cause it pissed the fuck out of her mother? She had no father figure in her life and probably equated sex to love for far longer than was healthy? It took her a year of therapy to admit she had Daddy issues. Opening up about the actual trauma, that was asking too much. She wanted to, but she just didn’t feel capable of being so vulnerable and exposed with anyone, even Jason! Even Jen didn’t know half the stuff he wanted her to talk about and she was essentially her posh proper sister she grew up with. Well, not actually related, obviously. That is way too put together to have Emily’s mom in her life, but Emily almost lived at Jen’s house through most of her high school life and at one point her parents gave up and just turned the guest room into “Emily’s Room” as they affectionally called it. She probably still has things over there she should pick up.

At some point, after a particularly abusive relationship she got herself in, she decided that she wanted to have something stable. All these dalliances to piss off her mother were fun enough but she was turning thirty soon and at this point it was her choice whether to let her mother affect her life or not. Jason was really perfect in every way that mattered. Plus he was a good guy. She had dated so many assholes that it really felt right.

“Hey Ems. Do you want to come down? We should talk about our trip,” Emily sighed, looking at the pretty red dress she had finally found. A pretty delicate short summer. She loved the way her tits looked in it. She loved the way Jason used to look at her when she wore it. Now, it’s just a reminder of better times and it makes her feel good wearing it.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” she said. Jen got engaged to her gorgeous boyfriend or so she heard. She couldn’t wait to meet him. Though Jennifer’s wedding couldn’t be at a worse time if she tried.

Emily looked at Jason sitting at the kitchen table. He looked about as tired as Emily felt. They’ve both been fighting incisively. It has been emotionally and physically draining and they both needed a break.

“So what do you want to do? We’re supposed to spend a month with Jen. We were going to move to that area too. Now? I’m not sure what we’re going to do next week,” Emily sighed looking at her husband. He didn’t look like much to anyone else but despite all the fighting, she still remembered everything they went through. She did marry him for a reason, after all. Unlike everyone else she’s been with, he really was a good man! They’ve gone through some trials together. He was there holding her hand at the hospital while her grandfather was going through chemotherapy. She was in his arms sleeping in the hospital room while he finally passed. He supported her, loved her and cared for her. She didn’t use him and never had any ulterior motives for being with him. Maybe that’s why he was so refreshing; maybe that’s why she had a ring on her finger.

“Yeah, I still think we should move there. This area is too expensive. You lost your job and we can’t really afford being here for too long. I have family there and you probably have opportunities you could explore. What do you think?”

“Do you want to try to move while we’re going through all of our relationship shit? I mean we can but really it feels like we’re asking for trouble,”

I smiled at him. “Yeah, but you know me. I never do easy; why not? Do you still want to end up in Nashville?” she asked him holding his hand as her tiny hand seemed to disappear in his large bear paw. Emily was always tiny, even for Jason, who towered over her and he was only 5′ 8″.

“Yeah, well eventually. Plenty of pretty smaller towns all around. Plenty of jobs and kind of wanted to see more of where you grew up. My cute little southern belle.”

Emily chuckled at his comment. “Oh, that was a long time ago. I’m not eating carrots for six months to fit in any dress anymore!”

Jason shook his head. “Yeah, I’d hate my mother if I had to deal with that. Honestly, you turned out so well all things considered. “’That’s what I keep telling you!”

He sighed and pulled away. “Let’s not start that again. I’m going to spend an extra week here before I join you. I think we both need some time apart to cool off. I’m going to assume that you don’t want to tell them we’re a few fights away from killing each other?”

“Yeah, no. They’re just getting married. We don’t need to add our bullshit to it.”

He sighed, “Okay, does all that sound good?” He asks looking at Emily. Emily nods slowly. Her eyes are still puffy from all the crying. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Yeah, it does baby.”

Emily sighed as she looked over her packed bags. She was leaving tomorrow and had an early flight but couldn’t fucking sleep. Her little pussy is shaved and waxed with a recent Brazilian wax, making her ready to entice any man’s desires. Yet, she’s really not been with anyone but Jason in well over two years now. She’s hardly been with Jason of late either. They’ve been fighting for what feels so long that she can’t remember the last time they’ve been intimate together. She’s not even sure why she bothered getting her little snatch dolled up when it’s had so few visitors of late. Her panties are soaked but she’s doing little more than edging herself. Her mind keeps wandering and she just can’t seem to be able to get herself off. Thinking of Jason isn’t helping. Her mind wanders to past relationships feeling her libido reacting. Remembering the simplicity of just sex, not having to care about the future, wanton desires, opening up. All she had to do was express interest and her partner wanted her body. It was hot, intoxicating, carnal and everything she needed right now. She finally lets out a delighted pleased moan and likely a far too loud scream of pleasure as finally cums.

“Mmmm, gods, it’s been so long,” she says quietly to nobody in particular. Her bed is empty yet again.

Emily ever so slowly stirs. She absolutely hates waking up early. What kind of insane person would wake up at 9 a.m.? Oh shit!

“Emily, are you ready yet? I called you 3 times already; you better be out of bed and ready to go. We’re leaving in 30.”

“I am, yeah, totally ready. I’ll be down in a bit.”

“You just woke up, didn’t you?”

Grabbing a pair of blue denim shorts and a little blue top as she tosses them on. “If you know, then don’t ask! I’ll be down in a minute,” Emily said, groaning as she looked through her 100 bottles of various shampoos and creams and makeup accoutrements to see if there’s anything to help. Dry shampoo, check and super deodorant it is!

Emily barely made it right at the 30-minute mark. Jason looked her over, giving her one of those you’re living up to your inner blonde looks. “What?”

“Are you sure you want to wear that?”

She sighed. “It’s a long flight. I’m late and people can deal! Let’s go”

He chuckles and shrugs. “Okay, it’s your rodeo. I’m just the driver,” He grabs her bag and loads it into the car.

“Let’s go Ems, if you’re not in the car in five, I’m going to the airport with or without you.”

“Hey! I’m ready, well almost! Besides why would you go to the airport by yourself?”

“I don’t know; it’s a nice drive. Great scenery, don’t need your ass to be in the seat to make it worth my while.”

“Oh gods, you’re such a brat. There I’m ready!” Emily groans smacking Jason on the arm. “You’re such a brat,” she says as she pops into the passenger seat.

“Well, how else would I get you there on time?” He grins as he starts heading out.

“What? I’m only… wait I’m on time?”

“Of course, you think I’d leave you to your own devices? You’d never make any appointment. I moved the bedroom clock up ahead. See, now you’re actually right on time instead of running 15 minutes late from when you were supposed to leave!”

Emily looks at Jason fuming and then relinquishes. “I know you know me pretty well but I really want to be annoyed with you. I also really hate that it worked!”

He grinned chuckling as he kept on driving. “You could wake up on time or early but seeing as that’s never going to happen, this works well enough,”

Emily sighs as she enjoys the ride to the airport. At least it’s not that far away. She thanks Jason for the ride and heads off to go through the usual pattern of getting molested by TSA security in order to get to where she needed to go.

She opens up her phone and sends a quick text to Jen. “Hey, Jason just dropped me off. I sent you the flight info but it will be just me this time. Jason has some things to finish up so he’ll be joining me a bit later. Looking forward to seeing you both! Kisses.”

“I cannot wait to see you!!!!! I miss you so much Ems!”

“I can’t wait to see you either babe. Are you sending your lover boy to pick me up?”

“Oh gods. Do NOT call him that. I should not have told you I called him that.”

Emily can’t help but laugh as she read the text, earning her a few looks from fellow passengers at the gate. “Now, I have to ask. Does he live up to the name? Or is it all for show?”

“What? I am not telling you that!”

“Well, I mean I can’t really test him out, now, can I? Well, I suppose I can but it’d be so much easier if you just tell me!”

“OMG please don’t tease him. I shouldn’t have told you and….”

“And?”

“Well, he’s kind of got this boy crush on you.”

“Well, duh. I’m a catch of course he does!”

“Of course you are. Hell, if I wasn’t married, I’d steal you away myself. That’s not what I mean, though, like he legit has a thing for you. He thinks you’re great and you guys are constantly flirting. ‘“Yeah, I know Jen. Though I always do that. You know it’s just playful fun. I’m married and gods, if I was to cheat on Jason. Your fiancee is the last person I’d go for.’

‘I know babe. Just don’t tease him too much.”

“Okay. I’ll do my best to be nice, but you know he’s a terrible flirt too. He really should stop insinuating you might not be able to walk down the aisle because of lover boy!”

“Ah, well. He’s not exactly wrong but that has more with me twisting my ankle after we were done fucking. The sex was great too! Though hey if he earns street cred, sure! Totally fucked me into a doctor’s visit!”

“Oooooh, I really, really want to use that. Can I please have that inside info to tease that man? He’s got such a big ego and you keep on feeding it! You gotta let me bring him down a few notches.”

Emily can almost feel Jen’s smile through the phone. “No, no teasing. His family is coming to town and he’s got a lot on his plate. Either way you have Marcus’ phone number. So to answer your question from twenty minutes ago, yes, ‘lover boy’ is coming to pick you up. Thanks for the flight info I’ll make sure he’s there.”

“Thanks love, I’ll be nice. Mostly. ;) ‘

“You’re terrible! Don’t make me send you to your mom’s!’

‘Okay, now that’s uncalled for. Nobody deserves that!”

“Yeah, okay sorry. She’s a cunt everyone knows that. Sorry Ems. The wedding has been stressful and, honestly, Marcus’s family and mine are all insane. I’ll fill you in later but let’s just say I’m looking forward to having you in my corner!”

“I’ll be there in a few hours. They’ve started to board, so I’ll let you go. Tell that fine stud muffin of yours to come pick me up! I’ll see if I can text him before I lose connectivity. Love you, Jen!”

I get settled in and, for once, being a little 5′2″ tiny things works to my advantage. I get settled in my middle seat and try to shoot off a quick message. “I asked your wife to remind you but I’m sure she’ll forget. Don’t forget to pick me up, Marcus!”

“Oh, what if I do? Will you make it worthwhile for me to get your cute little ass?”

Emily shakes her head. Oh yeah, I’m the trouble maker.

“Your future wife will kill me if I make it worthwhile, but I have many pet names for you that I need to verify are authentic. So maybe we can test those martial bonds you’re striving for. How dedicated are you to my BFF? Hmmm?”

“I’ll see you in a few hours smart ass. I’m glad you’re coming to visit Ems. Jen missed you and so did I to be honest, despite your smart mouth”

“Looking forward to seeing you too stud muffin. We’re in the air. See you in a bit”

Emily finally lands as she drags her suitcase behind her, finally seeing Marcus. He’s wearing a collared shirt and a pair of jeans. It’s amazing how well he can look in basically everything. Emily will really have to steal him away a bit if he keeps filling his clothes like that. I wave at him as she walks towards him. She has a bit of a history with black men but Marcus was beyond hot. His mom was white so he’s mixed but has mostly black features with the most stunning green eyes Emily’s ever seen. He smiles looking her over with a grin as he wraps her up in a hug. Emily is a tiny 5′2″ little blonde so it always felt like he swallowed her up each time he pulled her in. He always gave the best hugs. Plus if she could get a reaction out of him, all the better. What girl doesn’t want to be reminded that she’s still attractive!

“Mmmm,” he looks Emily over taking a step back looking me over. His eyes always wandered down to my breasts and this time is no exception. He raises his eyebrows looking at her. “You do know I’m getting married, right?”

“Oh yeah.. that girl…what was her name again? Jane? Joy?” Emily giggled enjoy getting Marcus a bit flustered as she ran her nails over his pecks. “Oh don’t worry I’m just teasing you. It’s far too much fun! I mostly ran out of time and just grabbed the first thing I had on hand to not be late. Not that I NEEDED to do that. Jason lied to me! He told added a 30-minute buffer before I needed to be at the airport and didn’t tell me! I’m still a bit upset at him!”

I glare at Marcus, who starts laughing his ass off. He’s having a hard time keeping tears from running down his face. “Hey now! Okay, fine, here you carry my bags if you’re going to take his side.”

Marcus just shakes his head. “Sorry, sometimes that guy surprises me. He comes off like such a tool, but goddamn he knows you well, doesn’t he?”

Emily just shakes her head. “I’m going to get you back for this, you know.”

“Sure, sure. Let’s get you home, I’m sure it’s been a long flight and the way your nips are popping out, you might cause a riot or at least put someone’s eye out!”

“Hmm, oh. Well, you shouldn’t be looking at them,” Emily says crossing her arms. “Besides, it’s freaking cold here. “’It’s seventy outside ems. You can’t blame it on the temperature. That is ALL you!”

Emily grumbles something incoherently as she walks with Marcus heading to his truck.

“So, did Jen make you go native?”

“What was the saying again. Once you go black… oh no wait wrong one.” He grins that devilish smile of his giving Em a wink. “What can I say, it’s growing on me. Country music, my pick-up truck. I might even give bull riding a go one of these days.”

“Oh gods, you’ve gotten corrupted! Where did that fun sexy city boy I got to know! She convinces you to move to Nashville and gets you a truck. Golly, I’m not sure if I know you anymore.”

“Oh hush, save that banter for Jen. She’s been saving up all that girl talk and is antsy to have you all to herself. Now get in the truck,” Marcus says, giving the far too inviting ass a firm smack, helping her get into his Ford F-150 tossing her bags in the back.

“You… “Emily blushes a bit frazzled. “I’m going to get you for that, Marcus!”

“So I keep hearing. “Marcus says unable to wipe the smile of his face at her flustered expression. The small tiny 5′ 2″ blonde promising death and destruction couldn’t be more adorable.

Marcus starts driving. “Speaking of owing me something. How are things with and Jason?”

“Hmm, that’s a longer story. I probably need to get a drink and maybe I’ll save that after the wedding.”

“Oh, that’s cute. You think Jen won’t be able to pry that out of you before then? Tsk, tsk. So young and innocent. So naive. ‘“Yeah, well you got any juicy gossip? I need to distract that girl with something.’

“Me? No way, I’m a good old country boy driving my pickup. I’m not about to start any shit.”

Emily snorts at the imagery. “I’m not leaving before seeing in a proper cowboy hat! Gods, I can’t unsee that visual. “Giddy up girl! I’ll put them sickly white boys to shame. Show them how a real man can ride!”

Emily giggles tears running down her face. “Jesus, I don’t think it’s the kind of ride you’re thinking of. Have you even been on a horse before?”

“What are you nuts? Of course not. Those are glorified death machines with a pretty mane. Do I look like I have a death wish? Still, no reason I can’t dress like one! I look damn good in a cowboy hat and boots. I might even wear the rest of the outfit.”

“The rest of the outfit?” Emily asks confused then the visual finally catches up to her. “Oh my god you are terrible!” She smacks him on the arm. “Gods, I’ll need to bleach my eyes out, ugh!”

“Oh honey, if you spend your nights dreaming about me, that’s a you problem. Though I do appreciate being the man of your dreams. Just don’t get me in trouble with Jen. She likes me spending most of my nights in her dreams and in her bed.”

“I sure as hell hope you’re not wearing a hat to bed.”

“Well now, a gentleman never tells!”

“That my dear Marcus is reserved for actual gentlemen, which you are most definitely not!”

He smiles looks me over. “I’m glad you’re visiting Em. It’ll be nice to have you around for a bit and helping Jen relax a bit. She’s been crazy stressed with this wedding,”

Em smiles and squeezes Marcus’s hand. “What are friends for? You both can call me anytime. I’m happy to be of help.”

Emily smiles their hands intertwined a bit much of the ride. His large black hand dwarfing her tiny little pale hand. It felt so wholesome and comfortable feeling his touch. Her eyes gently closing as she fades into sleep feeling the presence of a good man and the low hum of the engine as he drives her to her favorite place in the world where her friend waited for her.

[Shattered Bonds] New Series Teaser

Skylar Medina — Tue, 11 Feb 2025 14:03:33 GMT

This will be a bit a shorter than my usual chapters, but I wanted to introduce Emily and share what I had in mind for one of the main characters.

Emily

Emily stood in her bedroom as she rummaged through her closet. She sighed to herself with a hint of frustration.

“Jason, have you seen my red dress?” She shouts from the bedroom. She’s been doing little else of late. Her relationship with her husband, Jason, seems to be deteriorating by the minute. The tiny bright note of late was her upcoming visit to see Jennifer. It has been far too long since they’ve seen each other.

“No babe, I can’t keep track of all your clothes. Don’t you have like three different red dresses though?”

Emily groaned, ever so helpful. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out.”

Emily married Jason 2 years ago. He was and is kind and sweet. It came as a total surprise to everyone. Even Rachel was a bit surprised when Jason asked her to marry her and she readily accepted! She’s been jumping from one bad relationship to the next. When Jason asked her out, she was just bored and on a whim agreed to go out with him. He was very different from every man she’s ever been with. She couldn’t even remember when it had started, but she’s developed a bit of a reputation as a queen of spade. It wasn’t even intentional. A black guy asked her out in high school and her perfect pristine mother lost her mind. The guy was okay, but he was immensely more attractive given her mother’s reaction. She was probably a bitch for dating him as long as she did, especially since she was mostly using him to fuck with her mother. It became a bit of a pattern over the years, where Emily would go from one bad relationship to the next. Each boyfriend would be more aggressive, dominate and as an added bonus amazing in bed! The delicious orgasm with the complimentary torture of her mother was too hard to resist. She hated tattoos? Emily’s next love interest would be covered in tats from head to toe! She hated those vile drug dealers and criminals? Of course Emily’s next boyfriend had to be both. If he fucked like a champ and was feared, he was golden! As long as he treated her right and made her mother miserable, that’s all that mattered. Half the guys she dated after college were old enough to be her father. This one was a bit of a surprise, even to her. She was always somewhat of a nymphomania. She’d exhausted and drained most of her boyfriends with her sexual debauchery and exploration. She’s done most things so dating older men wasn’t really that big of a stretch for her. She was surprised how much she enjoyed those relationships. She loved the fatherly energy they gave off. They always seemed to want to either save her, treat her like a princess or both. Maybe it was her toxic relationship with her mother or that her dad bailed on her when she was barely a toddler. Though something about fucking a man twice her age, her pussy ran wet like the Nile. She couldn’t get enough to the dismay of more than one unfortunate partner asked to keep up with her libido.

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“Yeah, I’m coming,” she said. Jen got engaged to her gorgeous boyfriend or so she heard. She couldn’t wait to meet him. Though Jennifer’s wedding couldn’t be at a worse time if she tried.

“Do you want to try to move while we’re going through all of our relationship shit? I mean we can but really it feels like we’re asking for trouble,”

I smiled at him. “Yeah, but you know me. I never do easy; why not. Do you still want to end up in Nashville?” she asked him holding his hand as her tiny hand seemed to disappear in his large bear paw. Emily was always tiny, even for Jason, who towered over her and he was only 5′8″.

“Yeah, well eventually. Plenty of pretty smaller towns all around. Plenty of jobs and kind of wanted to see more of where you grew up. My cute little southern belle.”

Emily chuckled at his comment. “Oh, that was a long time ago. I’m not eating carrots for 6 months to fit in any dress anymore!”

Jason shook his head. “Yeah, I’d hate my mother if I had to deal with that. Honestly, you turned out so well all things considered. “‘That’s what I keep telling you!”

“Yeah, no. They’re just getting married. We don’t need to add our bullshit to it.”

[Fall From Grace] End of Life...

Skylar Medina — Mon, 10 Feb 2025 14:02:40 GMT

If you want your own copy. The ebook is now available from smashwords. I really would appreciate any purchases as I don’t paywall or charge for anything on here. If not please bear with me as I introduce some new characters in the new series. Tentative title: A Friend’s Betrayal

[Fall From Grace] Chapter 1 - Starting a New Life

Skylar Medina — Mon, 14 Oct 2024 13:03:02 GMT

Series:

My name is Amy Goodwin! I was tease when I was younger being called Amy ‘Goodgirl’ which isn’t exactly far from reality. I’ve always been the good girl next door, no matter how hard I tried to escape that label. It’s not that I mind it too much but I just find it so reductive. I grew up in a small town, went to school at a college near by. Never really strayed, tried to be good. Probably the most ‘wild’ thing I’ve done is to turn out to be a ‘pinko liberal’, as my siblings put it. I come from a republican upbringing, my Dad was the mayor doing his best to represent the party. My siblings, Jessica (Jess) and Brian are both military brats. What can I say, maybe I am a rebel?

I married one of ‘those’ guys too. Jason grew up in New York City. He was about as out of place in a small town as one can get. He’s sweet, kind, loving and care about me. We started dating my freshman year and 4 years later we got married. My family isn’t a fan and honestly I feel closer to his family than I ever have to my own. Maybe it’s mom and her drinking. Maybe it’s the fact that Jess and Brian are both 10 years older and were always more like aunts than siblings. Maybe it’s the way they’ve been with Jason from the moment I introduced him to now when he’s my loving husband.

Of course I’ve always wanted to live in a big city. He could tell I was nervous about NYC, so we decided to go to Chicago! In a nice middle ground for a ‘good girl’ from the midwest. It was still close to my family if we wanted to visit. NYC wasn’t that far away to go visit his family. It seemed perfect. He started applying for jobs while I was looking at various local artists communities and trying to see what I wanted to do next. Sure I learned to draw, paint, some minor sculptures but I never really found my passion. I just knew I loved working with my hands! Art just took me to a happy place that I never could find anywhere else. I know Jason didn’t fully grasp it but he always smiled looking into my eyes when I told him about my new passion.

“We’re going to the Windy City Bella, aren’t you excited” I say as I pick up my adorable little fur-ball. She’s been my companion during college and my alter ego. She’s a fiesty little cutie while I’m … well anything but. I sometimes wish I had more of her personality.

“Ha, pizza it is I suppose. Pizza Hut, Dominos or Papa John’s?” I ask

“Gods I cannot wait to get out of here where we can get real pizza! Never mind actual decent food!”

“Hey now, I grew on that food you know?” I giggle sliding into his lap pulling up the menu for the 3 places in town to choose from.

“I know, and I really appreciate it what they did to you” He grins and grabs a handful of my plump ass.

“Hey! Are you calling me fat?” I glare at him though he knows I’m joking.

“No… never! I would never put my life in jeopardy like that! Just, you know, curvy in the best of ways”

“Uh-huh. You lucky you make all those big bugs babe. You may end up with a shortened lifespan with that sense of humor!” I pull my long dark red hair as I smile at Jason. Gods he’s a brat at times but I really love this man. I glide down and kiss his mouth softly forgetting all about the subpar food and instead finding his lips. My little booty shorts lost somewhere along the way, his jeans on the mountain of boxes as we finally make it the bedroom and….. “Oh shit…” I look over at the two sleeping bags. “I forgot we shipped the bed already with the rest of the furniture” I groan in need and frustrations as his fingers slide between my legs and let out a delicious moan. “Gods you’re always Soooo good with your fingers!” I say with my cheeks burning as he grins wickedly keeping me pinned against the wall of our bare naked apartment. My naked ass pressed up against it, leaving our mark on the little shit hole we lived in for the past few years. I spread my legs wider as I feel Jason’s wedding band, a symbol of our love teasing my clit. I buck wildly looking at my new husband. Lust filling my eyes and my whimpers as holds me close. His cock stirring in his pants while he invades my wet needy little pussy his mouth presses on mind as I can’t take his teasing anymore and feel my entire body shaking. I moan in raw carnal desperation as my body shakes against his touch cumming into his fingers.

I gasp for breath kissing him again. He’s always been masterful with his fingers and it’s taken him so long to get me to where we were. I had so much guilt and baggage around sex. I had abandonment issues, fear of intimacy, I needed so much coercing and patience and love to get me to open up. I never understood how good sex could be till I was with Jason. He really was the perfect man for me.

“Gods I love you” I moan kissing him again wishing we could make love properly.

That was my last day in my home town. The last time I visited this place that molded me into the sweet, kind, loving good girl that Jason fell in love with. I had no idea what awaited me.

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[Fall From Grace] Meet Amy Goodwin

Skylar Medina — Mon, 07 Oct 2024 13:49:44 GMT

Series:

I have never particularly liked having a character pictures for anyone I write about. It limits the imagination of the reader. So I here’s my compromise of what you may imagine our esteemed Mrs. Goodwin might look from the back.

Amy Goodwin grew up in a small town in the midwest. One of the multitude of stats in the corn belt that feed our nation. Some of the stories place her in Iowa, others in Ohio. It doesn’t matter too much. She was the little princess of a proper conservative family. Her father passed when she was younger leaving her with a need for affirmation and approval from a strong father figure which she always found lacking. Her siblings Jesssie or Jess as they call her and Brian were both significantly older. There was a 10 and 13 year difference respectively between them. She tried to be close to her siblings growing up but by the time she learned to talk Jess was already into boys and dating. Brian was off to the Military to do his duty and serve his country. Neither were particularly interested in the tiny carrot top little sister.

Amy turned out to be more liberal than anticipated. She studied music, art, writing. All her passions were creative and none very applicable to her livelihood. She was a dreamer while her family were realists. She was liberal coming from a family where father was a hard lined republican, a former mayor of this small little town. College was a much needed reprieve from all the expectations and judgement of her family. She met Jason there during her freshman year. They started dating a few months after meeting. He was kind, sweet, loving. He had no expectations of her and accepted her for everything she was. After college they got married in a small gathering of friends and family. They were looking forward to start their life together, moving to a large city.

Amy had no idea what was awaiting her. Sweet naive little Amy, the embodiment of the girl next door moving to the big large city. Will she be able to survive all that is to come? Will her marriage thrive? Will she be able to stay true to her character? We shall see…

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