Aftermath

Aftermath Aftermath

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

After the director yells cut, one woman's emotions keep rolling.

Summary

After the director yells cut, one woman's emotions keep rolling.

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Submitted: November 02, 2017

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Submitted: November 02, 2017

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AFTERMATH

Eden Kristina

 

I’m wasted. Totally wrung out, done in, done out. Physically, emotionally messed up.

It's a good thing Sharese is along to help me to my feet. I steady myself on her shoulders so she can guide me to the shower. She’s like a nurse and I’m some limp teen who had her legs knocked from under her. Or a woman my age who was suddenly filled with everything all at once, then popped with a pin.

My heart hasn’t settled from the knocking. I’m almost wheezing and see everything tilted.

The scene with Jake was powerful. God, it was intense. It was wild and loud and sweaty as hell. Now I can barely walk because of it. That’s why I thank god for Sharese.

We pass by Ray, but he doesn’t get out of his chair to help, and I don’t want him to, because I need space. I really don’t want anyone touching me right now except Sharese. I need her to carry me, while I recover and regain my senses. And I need to do that without feeling guilty or generous or anything that doesn’t center around me.

I want Ray to stay quietly sitting in the shadows like he did while I was getting fucked. Sitting in the dark behind the director, where I couldn’t see him gave me the freedom to be blown away. I couldn't have done the shot if he wasn’t invisible. What I do is just a job, there’s no real love in it, so he never has to worry about me getting an O so awesome I want to pack up and run away with my costar. I loved Jake and his dick, but he hasn’t been to me what Ray has. Orgasms are a bonus, they’re great, but when they

subside, like this one will, I’ll be back in my lover’s arms.

As much as I enjoyed doing the scene, I'm still grateful to get up from under it, step into a stall and turn on the hot water. The torrents wash away the porn star and revitalizes the real me. I’m once again Ray’s one and only. He’s in my heated pores and mixed in my hair and scalp so tight that the foam of my shampoo can’t wash him out.

He’s a good man for me, he doesn’t say anything about my sets, never tells me what he’s really seeing when he’s watching big dicks fuckin' the shit out of me. But I'm sure he saw, along with everyone else, that the last few minutes of this shoot was totally unplanned and far more about mother nature than acting. But I also know he understands that at the end of the day, it's just business.

I don't like to keep him waiting so I hurry through my shower, dry off, and get dressed. My blonde hair is always a little damp when he takes me into his embrace. He always asks if I'm okay and if there's anything I need him to do. As we walk out of the rented mansion he wraps one of his muscular arms around me. It is so sweet! Him protecting me. We never talk about scenes when driving home. We try to let all that fade, and chatter about harmless stuff like gossip or what to do for dinner.

When we get home, he opens the door for me but never jumps me once we’re inside. He always holds off 3 or 4 days before and after a shoot to give me time to get into into pro mode, then, come down once it’s done.

That doesn’t mean there isn’t alot of touching and cuddling and just being in each other's hugs.

Being physical is something we do as a couple. We feel it in our bones, it’s automatic, instinctual, reflexive.

After about 4 days the feeling becomes a gnawing. Ray once told me for him it becomes an irresistible need to reclaim me. I completely understand and welcome it. Really, I expect nothing less.

I admit I wonder if it’ll be more aggressive this time around, a competition of his middle age against Jake’s youth, his ebony skin to Jake’s handsome blue eyes. What will I get when we’re nekkid.... him on top.... pinning me down..... kissing me out of control.... getting his sex in me. Reminding me. Reminding my pussy, that without a doubt we belong together.

I’m gone if he ever stops feeling that. I don’t want him polite. Being nice don’t make my back arch and voice shake. It don’t make me cry and tremble all over. I Love him as he is. I Love how he makes me feel dirty and divine at the same time. He knows how to turn my guilt into explosive pleasure.

I need to know I'm still his in spite of what he sees me doing for the cameras.

And that cum of his. That delicious jet powered cum of his. Older wins, his reliable darkness wins, him knowing how to melt me wins. I love my man. I may suck whoever, ride whoever. That’s my living. But I Love my man.

Him taking me back and owning me the way he does just makes it stronger.  

 

 

 


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