Hey, it's me, Haley. I come from a little small town in the countryside. Yes, I am a country girl. Though, life happens and takes you somewhere you could never think before. I have always lived in Portsmouth since I was a child surrounded by my parents and family. It’s been pretty nice growing up learning so many things. For example, I know how to climb trees, how to ride a tractor, how to churn cheese from milk etc. Eventually, I got bored with the monotony that country life offered. This girl had bigger than life dreams. People would always come up to me at schools wanting to take me out on dates. On some occasions, scouts would approach me with modelling offers if I was ever interested in walking the ramp for big fashion brands.
People say I have been blessed with quite a nice body. My body vital statistics are 28”-30”-28” and I have long blonde and curly hair, naturally red-tinted lips and coral green eyes. I mean I am not some frivolous person, who looks at beauty standards, but I have always wanted to achieve something more in my teenage life. I dreamt of living in a big city, attending fancy dinners and private parties while dressing like Hollywood celebrities posing on the red carpet. By now I realised my calling, I always wanted to become a writer. Ever since I was 21, I have always loved to write poetry, essays, short stories, and long novels. I specialized in writing for Television Movie Arts and guess what?? A big LA studio called me back last week wanting to sign me!!
I am walking on cloud 9. As though my lifelong dream come true. The studio cast and crew expressed that they really liked my fresh perspective on writing for their upcoming urban content. They are going to let me collaborate on a popular TV series set in a 1990s college that is already on the air. To make it an even sweeter deal, they've called me in to try and pitch one of my creations. It sounded like an opportunity of a lifetime. I will not be alone there either, which is perhaps the best part. My closest friend, Amy, moved there last summer. She has always wanted to be an actress and she's been moving to LA frequently for the last two years for auditions and theatre. But since last summer, she's been on a permanent crew for a TV series about witches that's been very highly rated.
Everything seems to be going well, Touchwood. My boyfriend, Ron, will visit me when he can, depending on his work schedule. So, it's perfect and sorted. The adventure is about to begin and I'm not afraid. The big city can be confusing at first, distracting, soul-stealing, but I'm going to move downtown, not too far from Amy, so we'll always be close in case of any emergencies. I know another person there. Apparently, Zac, Amy's ex-boyfriend of five years is based in LA as well, from what I hear. They broke up because he was a pathological flirt and had cheated on Amy with multiple girls.
I have no idea what the truth is. Whenever Amy would throw hypothetical questions like would you have dated a guy like him? I've always replied that he's not my type and I'm not interested. Also, because she can get excessively jealous but objectively, I would never, ever go out with Zac...He is just a pretty boy, No brains, devoid of drive or passion, Superficial, that's what he was! I was attracted to him but I’d never date my best friend’s ex. It would've been just a fling because I couldn’t plan my future with a guy like him.
Anyway, he's an actor too and it's been almost a year since he and Amy broke up, but if I know her, I bet she still thinks about him, constantly. She moved to LA specifically because she was hoping to have a better chance of meeting him and working things out. Anyway, as I know that moving, in the beginning, is difficult, I think that in order not to miss Ron, my boyfriend, I'm going to put all my efforts into my work. I was focused on helping Shirley Anderson, one of my bosses, with the annual entrance contest. The shoot of the TV series shall commence in a few days, and thus Shirley asked me to help her organise the whole schedule.
I am gonna meet so many young artists and writers which is so cool. It’s a contest about new writers presenting their pieces. There are some seriously talented guys, trying out, but there was this one boy super impressive, who Shirley wanted to see again. I am joining her at the second selection and I sit comfortably in the audience place when someone walks on the stage, sits at the piano, and breaks out singing an amazing song. The singer's voice is not that great, but Shirley explains to me that we only have to judge the writing. And the lyrics are absolutely crazy. Deep. Full of inspiring thoughts. Powerfully engaging. I'm almost moved when the contestant stands up, walking forward as he bows on the proscenium. The lights strike his face, I have seen him somewhere. He seemed so familiar. Is that Zac! Oh my god! Yes, that's Amy’s ex-boyfriend, Zac!!!
This shocks the hell out of me. I thought he was a frivolous fool. Anyway, from the stage, with the headlights in his face, he couldn’t see me. So I don't have to talk to him. I stay in the theatre all day watching, judging different contestants, helping my boss when the crew come over and invite us to a little party in the evening. Since I'm the new girl keen on socialising and making connections, I accept like an over-excited teenager. Before going to the party, I called Ron to let him know about my plans and whereabouts for the evening. He picks my call. It seems as though he was in a crowded place playing loud club music. I hear some muffled noises in the distance.
“Hello… hello… honey?” I called out to him on the phone.
I hear a female voice saying, “Oh man, it's your phone, Ron... Fuck! A guy cusses, it sounded like Ron!
I remain silent and end the call. I'm shell-shocked. After a few moments, I gain my breath back, stay calm and call back again. He doesn't answer. My insides start shaking again. Shirley and the crew start calling me to join back. I show hand gestures signalling them that I shall join the party in five minutes. I call back again and intend to do so until he picks up.
He finally does, answering, “Hey babe, It's Ron, sup?”
“Who the hell was that?” I scream out loud losing my calm on the phone.
“Come on, don't bother babe…” he replies, sounding drunk.
“What do you mean by don’t bother? Who was that female with you?” I continue to yell demanding answers from him.
Again I hear a female voice calling out 'Ron, Ron, Ron' in the background. He remains silent, shushing her out. I don't know what to say. I hung up, concluding I was done with him. It hurts so much right now that only alcohol can reduce the pain. I decided that I'm going to get drunk like crazy. I stare at the pavement thinking about what just happened, what the hell was that!!? I am not going to ruin my new life in LA. I needed to focus on myself and the bigger picture...
I find myself in a taxi drinking vodka with the whole group and it seems incredible that everything sounds so blurry to me.“Our pretty newcomer is already high, gurrl it's normal to drink before the party” Jenny, the girl who invited me says laughing.“Oh Yeah?” I ask slurring.“You have to attend the party already drunk. So, you can have the gumption to hit on more guys. My roommates have already invited a lot of people” she giggles naughtily.We reach the destination. The party was being held in some rich assistant director’s condo. I enter the house and find myself in front of a flat-packed with people. The condo was stunning and offered a gorgeous view of LA’s skyline. This party was so legit that all the
I continue to jerk him off with my feet while strangely getting aroused. Maybe it's just looking at his giant cock, or maybe seeing my thin, white, small, manicured feet on his huge member.He continues to breathe heavily groaning, “I want you so bad baby”He walks on all fours over me in bed, kissing my lips, collarbone, cleavage, unzipping my dress in a jiffy. He pauses, admiring my naked body and resumes kissing my navel entering the delicate zone, nuzzling against my thighs, smelling my wetness.He rubs the tip of his dick at my opening, teasing me as I arch my back in misery and before I knew it, he entered me with all his might. He was so strong as he controlled my body rhythm instantly fucking me like an animal.“Damn, you’re
The next morning I woke up very early and rushed to work. Miss Anderson had practically no memory of yesterday. She quietly fills me with new errands to run minding her own business. She seemed distracted. That's good for me. Jenny comes over to chat with me and apologizes for the day before, “I had too much to do”Giving her a warm hug I replied, “But no need to apologize. It was a super cool party.” We talk for a few more minutes and depart.That's great. Today, everything's going to be alright. All that's left is to sort out my relationship with Ron. But I'll give it time. He has been making an effort, calling me every day, asking how my day was and so on.The days go by and I continue to throw myself into work and forge close relationships with the crew. We have a couple of dinners, go to
“Because I have always been fond of you for a very very long time!” He says, slamming his hands on the kitchen table with a virile, shocking force. Surprisingly that noise along with his confession gets me all wet. I feel like I want to be spanked, by those large hands.Provoked Zac looks at me, confronting, “We didn't talk about that night…”My nerves tingle at the thought of that sultry night. Bunching my eyebrows I probe, “About which night?” What is there to talk about?”Irate and impatient, he exclaims, “What we did Haley…”I was not sure I wanted to be vulnerable in front of him so I counter questioned him asking, “What did we do?”
My moans grow louder, exploding into a scream of pure contentment, satisfaction, endless enjoyment as I had never experienced before. What a fuck, what a fuck yessss!!He holds me close as I cum, embracing me. Nobody had ever looked at me before the way he did now, as though he really wanted me to be with him. His arms felt safe, like home. It’s like that feeling of being really wanted and loved for the very first time. He holds me close and kisses me, but I don't give him a second.Winking at him I snicker, “Guess what, it’s payback time!” I turn around and bend over kissing his thighs, grazing the inner area. “Ohh baby” he moans, holding me by the head. I moisten him well, licking his balls, the tip of his penis, suckling, bathing him in saliva as he lies down on the couch. I take my black heels and place them in his hands.
I used to work hard when I was younger. Now I am in my late 40s, a bit mature but still, a cool, rich, handsome man as the ladies say. Nowadays I work in the UK, as an Acquisition Manager, but I had to do a quite hard career in the past. I started accounting in the Netherlands and I came here, travelling from Dubai, to Singapore, to Chicago, too, and so on.My lovely wife has spent our married life the easy way, choosing to be a homemaker, here in the UK. She is still beautiful, always well-dressed, always perfect. I call her my blonde, blue-eyed Barbie. Thanks to my money, she buys herself all the jewels, bags, dresses, shoes, she wants. While I am away, she might have had her share of affairs as well because her phone is constantly ringing. I once accidentally found her sexting not one but three men through Tinder!! Wives…After a p
As I feel her ambered skin under my hand I want to take her then and there. Her cheeks become red, she smiles shyly, flinching and clears her throat after I apologize, saying “no problem, That’s ok”. Her voice was profound although a bit hoarse with desire. I badly wanted to hear her screaming in bed as I pounded her but perhaps I must stop fantasizing and have control over myself. I was her boss after all and wouldn’t want her to view me as some kind of pervert.When we arrived at the Viceroy hotel in downtown Chicago, I could see Greg flirting with her saying how thrilled he was because their rooms are close together, maybe in the evening he could drop by to have a chat. She smiles politely in return saying nothing. That's how she was..kind... Did she smile out of politeness when I touched her?? My ego was crushed and confused. We each go to our rooms to rest before the evening ba
Today we have an important presentation with our numero uno clients. I am sure all the guys must have woken up hungover. I hoped they had drunk enough water the night before so as not to get a headache. But I honestly don’t care about them as long as they perform and don’t mess up the presentation. My mind wanders to Ellie, I hope she is alright, should I drop by her room and check on her?As soon as I leave my room, I find a basket of flowers with "SORRY'' written on it, signed by Ellie. I'm sure she must have realised what happened last night. I meet her in the lounge and see that she is mortified to see me. I approach her and enquire to see if she’s feeling better and put her mind at ease explaining that she had nothing to worry about. It was a fun night. Besides those flowers were lovely and her apology had been accepted.But