Just Call Her Queen of Porn Pt. 02

Thank you kenji for your assistance *** "Come on, let's take the path to the edge of the forest," Mia asked her husband. Ian stopped and looked sullenly over the trees to the nested gable roofs that belonged to his in-laws' mansion. Mia took his arm and sighed, "Do you always have to be so sensitive. My parents are not at home at all, and nobody else can see us when we walk past their house." Ian grumbled, "I actually like your parents; but your mother visits us regularly, always on days when I want to concentrate on work at home. To this day, I haven't found out if she's doing this to control us, especially me." "Oh what," his wife waved him off, grabbed his hand and pulled him next to her, "Mama is overjoyed about our marriage, she keeps saying that. You are her dream son-in-law." "I know," Ian confirmed, "I can see that she's trying. How should I put it, maybe it's her aristocratic behavior

After a year, freedom comes in the shape of a baby boy in the Schönborn-Buchheim palace. He looks nothing like Franz of course. Guiltily, Amelia remembers her mother's last letter. Perhaps it would have been better to use some other man's seed. She'd be a happy mother herself, ignorant of all this madness. In any case, although what's left now is a strange kind of half life, destined for a bitter ending, Amelia will live it all the same. On returning to the brothel she learns that Antonio the escort is long gone, moved on to another establishment, another town, who knows. In her search for a truly willing victim, one who gladly gives body and blood to sate Amelia's passion, little by little she begins to know herself. Pain is the only human sensation the kindred body can experience. Her fear of pain is what keeps her compliant, her fear keeps her mouth shut when she hears distant screams in the night. Amelia finds herself drawn to those who revel in their sufferin

The following morning, Celeste opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Craig next to her. The room was still steeped in shadows, but she could make out his peaceful expression, and the way his full lips were slightly parted as he slept. She reached to turn off the alarm before it had a chance to sound, then snuggled closer to Craig, breathing in his scent and basking in the warmth of his skin. He let out a soft moan before his eyelids fluttered open and he smiled at her. "Good morning, baby," he murmured. "Good morning," Celeste whispered back. She noticed that Craig immediately realized it was Celeste lying next to him, and not Alice. He no longer felt uncertainty, or fear of being tricked, for he could tell the two women apart now. She slid her hand over his bare chest, then slipped her fingers beneath the sheet covering the lower half of his body. Craig moaned louder when Celeste stroked his erection. "Oh my, it does feel like a good morning!" she sai

Thanks a lot to Kenji Sato for correcting my story! * It did not seem true, yet the big day had arrived, my eighteenth birthday. Wow, to be of age, a great thing; but it had its pros and cons. Despite a certain independence, the fateful responsibilities would have also arrived. I live with my mother, just the two of us. My father had left years ago; he had not been a bad father, but he could no longer get along with my mother. I ended up living with her, as my father disappeared, and did not show up anymore. At eighteen, I could now really choose who to stay with, but since my father is gone, I guess I'll stay here. Well, not just for that, but you'll know why when I'm done telling the story. My mother had a hard time recovering from his leaving, but I tried to comfort her in every possible way. My father, having left me long before my becoming a real man, could not do with me 'men-things', such as taking me to the strip club during the party for my eighteenth bir