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A Final Promise The Bard 17/12/08(Fri)06:38 No. 25211 ID: 8a3dce

Ok so I am throwing my hat into the ring. I have been inspired to try my hand at writing a story since I am bored and want to write. I am looking for constructive feedback and to start getting more comfortable sharing my stories rather than just letting them sit in my hard drive over the crippling anxiety of putting myself out there. I am going to try very hard to pound (lol) out this story semi-regularly and I have a definite ending in mind so without further ado, A Final Promise.

Tags: Loli(ish), Romantic, Sex and Teacher/student, M/f

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Anonymous 18/01/21(Sun)03:21 No. 25306 ID: 4fedd1

Original anon-noob here. Thank you very much, and also enjoying the story lots (even the non-smut bits, imagine that). Keep up the good work!

The+Bard 18/01/21(Sun)05:29 No. 25307 ID: 8ab234

Rachel has her own thing going on, which will be revealed in a steamy chapter down the line, and doing a threesome scene would make all the relationships messy, and not in the fun way. But if you want some kinky shit, it's on the way, and I do hope it will be a welcome alternative.

What do you think! (eyebrow raise)

Thank you for enjoying! It is really makes me humble that I have gotten such a good response to the story. You all have been very forgiving to my climbing the learning curve in more or less real time, and you enjoying the story is reason enough for me to keep writing. Working on the next chapter, look for it on Monday!

Anonymous 18/01/21(Sun)22:01 No. 25308 ID: 3883df

Im sure that w/e you have in store for us will be fun. Well I really loved the "school incident" under the table. Hope we see something like that again!

The+Bard 18/01/22(Mon)03:20 No. 25309 ID: 4dcb2c

Finished a little early. Don't worry, steamy chapter is coming up next. Look for it in a few days.


The engine roared as David pulled out of the school parking lot. I couldn’t believe it, he really quit, and it was all my fault. My heart sank every time I looked at his beautiful face. He was trying to portray a calm demeanor, but I could see the tension in his jaw. It was painful to see him like this, and all because I couldn’t keep my desires in check. Those pictures, and that horrible woman, the bitch, if she never had those we wouldn’t be in this position. I hated her, more than I ever thought possible, and yet at the same time I hated myself just as much, and David was the one suffering because of my foolishness. I read in a book one time that we hurt the ones we love the most. It was true, and I was living proof.


There was no answer, only the tenseness of his jaw and the mask he wore. Tears threatened to come to the surface, but I swallowed them back down. I would not be that girl, who fucked up the life of the man she loved, only to be forgiven just because she put on a little waterworks show. No, I would not do that.

“David?” I asked, a little louder. I just wanted him to look at me, to show me his eyes. I could always tell how he felt just by his eyes. I needed to know if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.

He kept his eyes forward, deep inside his own head, and far, far away from me. The warmth that I always felt around him was all gone, and I felt cold. I hunkered down into my seat, pulling the jacket of my uniform tighter around my shoulders. Maybe when we were back home, and I could cook him something, maybe then we could talk this out. I thought about what we had in the fridge. We still had some ground beef and some pork sausage, but I would have to make some more pasta. Did we have any more tomato sauce? Probably in the pantry. I decided I would make him some lasagna. Shit, did we have ricotta? I couldn’t remember.

Before I knew it, we were pulling up to our house, and the swarm had grown. Now there were at least three vans with those big satellite dishes on them, and the station numbers plastered all over them. Men and women with microphones and cameras all surrounded our house, all waiting like hungry wolves, and I couldn’t help but feel like a wounded lamb.

“Shit!” David swore, and with a quick series of motions he dropped a gear on the car and peeled a u-turn, forcing me into the seat as he accelerated in a white cloud of tire smoke.

“David!” I cried out, and finally he looked at me, and his eyes were full of fear, and anger, but there was a spark of love in there as his gaze met mine, and I knew he held me blameless. Oh, this wonderful, beautiful man. How the heck did he not hate me after all the trouble I had caused him, I will never know. I only knew I didn’t deserve this man who was my husband.

“We can’t go back home,” he stated calmly, but I could hear the forced nature of it, “but I have an idea where we can go.”


“You will see.”

I hated when someone said that. “You will see.” Ugh! Now that I knew he wasn’t mad at me, although he should, I was mad at him! Let me let you in on a little girl secret, we don’t like waiting. Ever. For anything.

“You can just tell me now.” I huffed at him.

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He gave me a beaming smile and my heart melted, and my panties too. Oh, he did have a wonderful effect on me, and thankfully it was a genuine smile.

“If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised,” I said, returning his smile, and fully aware that I was quoting my favorite movie ever.

He turned onto the Interstate, and the car accelerated so fast that I felt my face stretch as I was pushed into the seat. I couldn’t stop the excited giggle that escaped from me.

“I love that sound,” David chuckled.

“Mr. Simmons, don’t you dare try to change the subject!”

“Mrs. Simmons, I am not going to tell you where we are going until we get there.”

I crossed my arms, but there was no hiding my smile. I faked a huff and rolled my eyes. Our troubles seemed to melt away, and for some reason I thought that this banter was… Normal. For the first time since ever, I felt like this was how our marriage would be once the chaos was all over. Then I got an idea.

“This uniform is so hot,” I exclaimed, as I undid the top two buttons, exposing my cleavage, barely hiding the pink bra that was already a bit too small, but it did make the girls pop out a little bit. When do boobs stop growing, anyway?

I could feel David’s gaze on me, and it only made me more bold. I grabbed my shirt and fanned myself, giving David a glimpse at what could be his for the low, low price of information. Okay, I was already his and all he had to do was tell me to strip and I would have torn off my clothes like an Amazonian Sex Machine (I made a mental note to trademark that), but I hoped that he didn’t know that.

“Mika, what are you doing?”

“Oh, just trying to get a little more comfortable, Husband of mine.” I gave him the most innocent look that I could muster.

“I’m not telling you.”

I placed my finger on my exposed knee and slowly slid it up to my skirt. “I know. I am just trying to get comfortable.” My finger slid my skirt slowly up my thigh, and I could see the temptation in his eyes.

“Mika, I’m driving, and you are distracting me.”

“How would I be distracting you?”

“You know how, so stop it or we will get into a crash.”

I grinned at him. “Or you could tell me where we are going and all this would stop.”

He grinned back at me, and without a word he cranked the cold air on and on full blast. The ice cold air hit me and I suddenly decided that it would probably be best for me to keep my clothes on. “Cheater!”

He laughed. “You never said I had to play fair.”

I huffed in a pout, but the atmosphere around us was finally playful for the first time since we headed out from home, and I couldn’t be happier, considering the circumstances.

After a while David turned us off the highway and took us down some winding roads, and I couldn’t help but feel like I have seen them before. Then it dawned on me where we were going.

“You’re taking us to my old home!”

He smirked at me. “Well, we did have an invitation. Also, we won’t have to deal with reporters while there, and we can figure out what we will do next.”

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I don’t care where we go, as long as I am there with you.” I know, sappy, but you made it this long and if you didn’t know by now I am made of pure sweetness when it comes to my husband you clearly haven’t been paying attention.

I felt a sudden turn in the mood, and looked over to David, who was glancing up at the rear view mirror. “David-”

“We are being followed.”

I looked back and he was right, we were being followed by two guys on a motorcycle, and one of them had a camera. Oh. My. God! Can’t we get a fucking break?! This is way too action film for me.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, and I was sure that David picked up on the worry in my voice, because he dropped a gear and accelerated. The motorcycle sped up and was easily keeping pace with us. “David!”

“It’s all right, we won’t be able to outrun a bike, but I am not going to make it easy for them.” David had that determined look that he got when he used to do tournaments, and I felt a pang of pity for the poor fools on the bike. David hit the curves, sometimes sliding the back end of the car out, and I caught the motorcycle in the side mirror dipping over to match us in the turns. I knew the turn to the road that led up to my old home was coming up soon, but David only sped up. I could see our speed was over 90 mph, and I clutched onto my seat.

“Hold on!” David hissed.

“Tell that to the losers on the bike,” I thought to myself.

David turned the wheel and pulled on the hand break and my hair whipped over my face, covering me in a blindfold of red hair, and when the turn ended we were on my old road, shooting back up to bat-out-of-hell speeds. I looked out of the back, just in time to see two bodies fly off the motorcycle as they tried, and failed, to match our turn, causing it to turn over in the other direction and launching the riders into the trees. There is no way they would be able to catch up now.

“Lost them!” David cried in triumph. “I love this car!”

“Oh, you love the car? Should I be jealous?” I couldn’t hide my amusement to even pretend to be serious.

“You know you love the car.”

“I’m not into cars, Dear, but I am willing to change my mind if you make it worth my while.”

He gaped at me like I just said a dirty word. “The driving like a Formula One racer isn’t enough?”

I shook my head, “Nope, but I’m sure if you took me on the hood I would find a way to become a car fan!”

“Oh, Mrs. Simmons, you are a carnal creature.” He looked pointedly at me, but I could see the humor and at least one or two ideas floating around there, behind his eyes.

“You know it, Dear.”

David looked up, “Here we are.”

We pulled up to a large gate, with a large, ornate bronze “A” on the front. After punching in the code for the gate, we drove up the driveway and over a small hill, flanked by heavy woods on either side, and finally there it was, my old home, exactly how I remembered it. It was a big place, over fifty rooms and a large garden to right side and two tennis courts to the left, surrounded by a large hedge so that only the opening was visible.

The driveway curved up to the front door, and was covered by a balcony that I remember playing on when I waited for my dad to come home from trips or work meetings. I wondered if the loose tile was still there, hiding my treasure.

As David pulled up, I saw a tall, bald man waiting for us at the front door, and I instantly recognized the kind features of Joseph, my Dad’s butler, or was he now my butler. A small pang of guilt hit me, and I knew that I left him alone in this big house while I ran from my pain and into my Husband’s arms, while Joseph had to tend to the house all alone.

Before the car came to a full stop I was out the door and gave Joseph as big a hug as I could. Tears streamed down my face and I sobbed into his charcoal gray suit, and the crying only got worse when he returned my hug with one of his own. I felt the kind old hands of the man who taught me how to read, and write, and cook, and told me stories about princesses and dragons, pat my head.

“There, there, Mrs. Simmons. Welcome home.”

The+Bard 18/01/24(Wed)02:03 No. 25314 ID: 8ab234

I have some good news, and some bad news. The good news is that the next chapter is going to drop tomorrow and it is going to be huge. Easily the longest chapter I have written so far, and it is full of hot steamy (literally) goodness.

The bad news is that thanks so some absolutely horrible parenting decisions (I took my daughter to dance class during flu season and she is pre-K so all the girls were sick and had zero germ prevention skills) I have come down with what we shall call Snotvomit Disease, so I am going to take a few days off to try and beat the chicken soup eating record, drink more water than thought humanly possible and drug myself up to my eyeballs in medications in all the Christmas colors available.

Don't worry, I will post update so you know I didn't die, since that is apparently a thing with this flu, but I did get the vaccine and I have been taking all the vitamins and things so it shouldn't be so bad for me.

Get ready for a chapter full of hot and wet action!

The+Bard 18/01/24(Wed)19:09 No. 25315 ID: 8ab234

I climbed to the controls, dripping with snot and sweat. The big red button labeled "Launch Next Chapter" just out of reach. I thought about giving up, giving in, but no. My readers needed me. They needed this. With a final lunge I slapped the big red button, and as the fever of the flu led me down the dark corridor to a dreamless, Nyquil influenced sleep, my last thought as I watched the next chapter launch into the internets, was "Motherfuckin' T-Rex Baby!" (Hey, fevers do strange things to my brain thing.):


I don’t know how long I cried, maybe a few second, or minutes, or a week, but eventually my sobs ran out and all that was left were sniffs. I felt like the weight of a thousand worries were lifted off my chest, and there were arms around me, Joseph’s arms, just like when I scraped my knee the first time I tried to ride a bike, or the time I broke my toe after my first field hockey game. Where as I felt safe and loved in David’s arms, Joseph was different. He was the second parent in my life, and was always there for me when Dad was working in the office, or away on a business trip. Now it felt like everything was going to be all right. I had my husband and I had Joseph around me. There was nothing that could hurt me anymore.

“Mrs. Simmons, have you eaten?” Joseph asked, and I couldn’t help my snort. He always wanted to know if I ate. It was his go to greeting, and it made me feel like I was home after a long journey.

“I didn’t, is there anything to eat?”

“I will have lunch ready in an hour, Mrs. Simmons.”

I pull back and frown up at him. “Please, call me what you always call me. It sounds weird, you calling me Mrs. Simmons.”

“Very well, Little Miss.” Ah, that was so much better. Joseph always had a kind smile on his face, like what you would picture an old world toymaker to have.

“Mr. Simmons, would Chicken Alfredo do for you?”

“Yes, Joseph. That would be fantastic.” David replied.

“Very good, Sir.” Joseph helped me up. “Did you bring any luggage?”

“No. We had to make this trip on short notice.”

Joseph and David shook hands, and then we were led into the home that I grew up in. It was exactly how I remembered it, the smells, like an old coat, comfortable and warm. The only thing missing from the place that I remember the last time I was here was all the funeral flowers were all gone. If I didn’t know better I would expect my dad to walk down the grand staircase and lift me up into the air, but I knew that it wouldn’t happen. Not anymore. I looked over to David, and the dad in my mind became my husband, lifting a dark haired little boy into the air. Oh, that would be the best sight, but not yet. Someday. Fatherhood would suit him I think.

No! Not yet! Hell, my mind can really wander sometimes. Still, I looked forward to many wonderful experiences with my husband, and that is one I looked forward to with glee.

“I will get dinner started,” Joseph called, “So why don’t you two go and relax by the pool. It is nice and warm out there, and I will have Mrs. Charlotte fetch you some lemonade.”

“Thank you, Joseph.” I beamed at him.

“Very good. Everything is where you left it.” With that, Joseph was off to the kitchen and David was following me up the stairs to my room.

My door didn’t change since I was six. It had cut out paper hearts, stars and a nameplate shaped like a unicorn with “Mika” written in recessed pink letters. The dark wood of the door make the contrasting bright colors of the decorations easy to spot from down the wide, blue carpeted hallway. When we reached the door I had an idea.


“You can’t come in!” Mika suddenly whirled around and pushed me back from her door.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re a boy! Boys are not allowed in a girl’s room!” She gave me a scowl that told me she was serious.

“I’m your husband, Mika. We sleep in the same room at home, and I’m not going to judge the decor, and I am almost certain that it isn’t messy.” I couldn’t help the grin on my face, even though I was trying really hard to look offended.



“No! Not even you!” She stamped her foot and made it clear she wasn’t going to budge.

“Fine, I will stay in the guest room.” I threw my hands up, and she grinned at me. Oh, I knew she had something planned. I rolled my eyes and she stuck out her tongue. It was moments like these that it really hit me how young she was. It was really easy to forget when she acted so mature, doing all the housework and all the cooking, but she really was only fourteen after all. My fourteen year old wife…

Before I could say anything she was into her room and the door was closed with a slam, and I was left to find the guest room that I was going to be staying in. My favorite was the room that overlooked the gardens, if only because you could see the flowers blooming in the early summer sun, and in winter there was a pond in the back that we used to ice skate on. I remembered the one time I tried to teach Mika to skate when she was five. She hung onto my hand so tight that she cut off the circulation to my fingers. She also fell and twisted her ankle, and I had to carry her back into the house, and I got scolded by my dad for not taking better care of her. Then there was the time that I found her crying in the garden when she was seven. She was being bullied by a boy in her private school, and I remembered the rage.

It was the reason I got into martial arts was to curb that rage of mine. For some reason I had a lot of anger in my elementary school days, and my father’s solution was to put me into tournaments to let me blow off some steam, and it worked. I only lost two tournaments, my first two. I never wanted Mika to know of my anger issues, so I worked hard to hide it. Even now, I used my Karate classes to focus that anger, and to be honest, Mika’s smile had a profound effect in calming me down. It was almost like that part of me was incapable of coming out in her presence, and I never wanted to see the look in her eyes the day she saw that monster in me.

“Mr. Simmons, can I help you?” Mrs. Charlotte appeared behind me and I almost jumped out my my skin and into orbit. I bet that would give some astronauts a heart attack, I mean, she near gave me one.

“Oh! Uh-Yeah! I was just looking for a room. And a swimsuit. Because we were going to the pool.” I stammered like a moron, but all Mrs. Charlotte did was smile at me. Mrs. Charlotte was a middle aged woman, with blond hair that she kept in a tight bun in the back. She always had a pleasant look about her, even though I always on my best behavior around her, because even though she was always sweet, I couldn’t help but feel like this woman would break me in half with her pinkie if I so much as uttered a single syllable of a swear word in front of her.

“This way, Sir.”

She led me into my favorite guest room, and told me to settle in while she fetched me a pair of swim trunks. It was only a minute or two and she was back with a pair that I must have brought with me one time, since it fit me perfectly, then she left me to change.

After I was changed I made my way down to the pool. It was massive, the size and shape of a small lake, with a fake rock mountain on one side that was at least as tall at the second story, and had a meandering water slide that started at the peak and winded its way down, ending in the deeper end of the pool. There were also some waterfalls, the biggest one hiding a cave that I knew had a hot tub inside. Mika and I used to play hide and seek and it was my favorite place to hide because she would never think that anyone could hide in the hot water. She eventually figured me out but it took her a few years, around the time she started to like relaxing in the hot tub. I think it was also around the time she started doing field hockey.

I heard the sound of flip flops behind me, and I turned to see Mika. Holy shit! She was wearing a bikini, and while it wasn’t too small to be dirty, it sure showed off all her good sides. It was red with blue stripes, and pressed her breasts together in just the right way, showing off her ample cleavage. The bottoms did cover her but the material was thin enough that it was clear any water would make it cling to her skin and leave very little to the imagination.


“So what?” I replied, still floored at how stunning she was with her bathing suit and how it only enhanced her hour glass figure into something so much more alluring.

She did a spin, and holy fuck! It was a thong!

“What do you think? Like it?”

All that I could think now was that for some reason the swim trunks I had on were feeling a little too tight right now. I instinctively held the towel in front of me. “I think I like it a little too much.”

She beamed at me, and suddenly bolted into the water with a big splash. I decided to join her, since I could easily hide the stiff erection I was sporting. As I slipped into the water from the side of the pool, Mika swam up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, and suddenly I was under the water.

I broke out of the water and she was laughing, and I decided that I was a big proponent of revenge at the moment. I had perfected the art of the targeted splash, and my shot ran true, hitting Mika right in the face.

“Y-you!” She sputtered, “You splashed me!”

“Yup.” I grinned. “I’m not even sorry.”

Her eyes lit up, and I could see that my future was going to be one of endless torture. “Bring it on, babe!”

After a few minutes of a most epic watery battle between the forced of good (me), and pure girl levels of evil, I finally caught her and after applying a full tickle torture attack, threw her into the air, and she splashed down, leaving behind evidence of my victory, two triangular patched of cloth connected by a string.

Mika popped back up from the bottom, with only her arm keeping her modesty in check.

“You dick!” She shouted in between her giggles, and she grabbed the fallen top. “Turn around.”

I didn’t. “Why? Not like I haven’t seen them before.”

“That’s not the point.” She glared at me. I just smiled in return.

“I’m going to the hot tub.” I announced, and swam over to the large waterfall. Inside was a set of stairs that I climbed, and walked over to the recessed pool of hot water, and it felt magnificent. There was a hole in the top where I could see the blue sky above, and it was surrounded by plants so that it gave off the illusion of a tropical hideaway.

Mika soon stepped out of the pool and joined me, her top now firmly tied on.

“You know, you could have waited for me.” She pouted.

“I was just giving you some privacy.”

“Oh, what a gentleman you are.” She was dripping with sarcasm.

“Mrs. Simmons, you wound me!” I couldn’t hide the shit eating grin on my face.

She rolled her eyes at me, and the urge to quote Christian Grey wasn’t easy to suppress, but Mika hated that book, so I held my tongue. After all, seeing a fourteen year old with a perfect body, and a libido that would put almost any man in a world of trouble if he tried to match it, made me not want to ruin it with a smart comment. After all, I liked the trouble I could get into with her.

She slipped into the hot water with a groan of pleasure, and it sent the sound right to my cock, already stiff after watching her prance around in a bikini that fit her a little too well.

“Why don’t you come and sit by me?” I said, patting the water next to me.

She smiled, and it was a radiant smile that melted through me to my core, and she glided in the water over to me, and straddled me. Her lips met mine in a kiss that spoke her desire more than words ever could. She wanted me, really wanted me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her into me. Her arms reached up and grabbed my hair, dragging my kiss deeper as she pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I pushed back, eventually pushing my way into her mouth and tasting the sweet flavor of Mika. My head swam in lust and the hot water wasn’t helping.

I pulled back, and we were both panting like we ran a mile full sprint. My hands were on the knot that kept her top on. Try as I might, my love drunk brain just couldn’t get around the string puzzle before me. Mika giggled, and reaching back easily undid the knot, and slipped out of her top, exposing her breasts, and I just couldn’t help myself. I popped her right nipple into my mouth and sucked while my hand found, and lightly pinched, her left nipple.

“Oh! God! David!” She moaned out. Her hips began to grind on me, and my erection became like granite. I could have fucked my way to the core of the Earth, but I was much more interested in Mika’s core at that moment.

Her hands were back in my hair, playing and kneading as she gasped and moaned, and I wondered if I could make her come just by playing with her tits, but she pulled me up to her lips, and they were cool from her panting, but her mouth was red hot. It was a very arousing contrast.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her so that she was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, and she clamped her knees tight, seemingly knowing was my intentions were.

“Oh, no baby. I am going to take you how I want you.” I said. I wanted her, and I had a plan.

She smiled, and her eyes were dilated with need. I pushed her legs apart, and she only put up a token resistance before spreading wide before me, her lips in full view, being clung to by the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. I pulled the fabric to the side, and I could see her glistening wetness that was absolutely not from the hot water. I leaned in and ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit, across her opening, and right up to her clitoris, and felt a satisfaction in hearing the cry of pleasure escape from her.

My tongue moved around like on autopilot as I reveled in her moans, feeling all around her clitoral hood, and circling the small, but swollen hard bean. I circled her opening with my finger, and then I slowly pushed it into her, feeling the top of her vaginal wall, and I felt the rough patch of nerves. I teased it while I devoured her pussy with my tongue, and I could feel her starting to tighten around my finger as her moans became sharp and high pitched.

“David!” She cried out in a thunderous orgasm. I had to move my head back quick before her legs trapped it in a death grip, as she shuddered in release.

I dragged off my trunks, exposing my cock, and untied the side strings that kept her bikini on, and I peeled off the fabric that was clinging to her sex. I threw it to the side of hot tub where it hit the floor with a splat. I looked at her, still trembling with orgasmic shudders, and I moved up to her. She opened her legs for me without opening her eyes, like she was sensing me. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance, and with a quick thrust I was in her, and she opened her eyes with shock, and just as quickly she clenched onto my hard erection with another shuddering orgasm. I mentally ticked off another orgasm on the score card.

When she relaxed again I began to move, feeling every warm, wet inch of her. I was already close as I watched her breasts bounce with my thrusts.

“Oh! David, fuck me hard. Please.” She begged, and I was only too happy to oblige. I slammed my cock deep into her, and she began to moan again as I hit deep, all the way to her womb. The slapping sound of my balls just heightened the erotic feeling, and I could start to feel the pressure build.

Mika grabbed around my neck and pulled me suddenly down into a deep kiss, and I began to buck into her with everything I had. Her moans and cries were muffled as she let them out into my mouth, and I could feel her walls tighten around me, pulling me in as I tried to move away, and accepting me back in hungrily. With one sharp cry she detonated around me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me into her as far as I could go. It set me off and I released my own orgasm inside her, pumping hot cum into her beet red pussy. My mind was swimming in post coital drunkenness as I collapsed onto her in exhaustion. The last thing I remembered was the light kisses she placed on the side of my mouth, and I fell asleep in her embrace on the side of the hot tub.

My God, I loved my wife.

Anonymous 18/01/25(Thu)06:54 No. 25317 ID: 9b2c16

Get well soon. Don't drink too many pills!

The+Bard 18/01/27(Sat)06:51 No. 25319 ID: ae5466

Feeling well enough to get back to the next chapter. Will have an update soon.

The+Bard 18/01/29(Mon)19:17 No. 25320 ID: ae5466

Update: I am still alive. Having a bit of a hard time with this lingering effects of the Flu, so I am taking my time with the next chapter. Let's call it Wednesday for the next installment. Thursday at the latest.

Anonymous 18/01/30(Tue)08:07 No. 25321 ID: a93ad4

Even I got sick. So take it easy, just don't die on us.

The+Bard 18/01/30(Tue)08:29 No. 25322 ID: ae5466

It seems like everyone got sick on this one, but outside of coughing like a plague victim extra in a sub-par medieval movie from the 90's I am doing much better. No longer sleeping for 18 hours a day, which was a thing at one point. It is still exhausting to cough that much all day and most of the night even on nyquil just to get a small dose of sleep. Turns out sleep deprivation does not a good writer make.

Anonymous 18/01/30(Tue)19:05 No. 25323 ID: 484143

Oh I kinda envoy you. I wish I could sleep a solid 18 hours. I have to talk to clients all day long, so my voice is basically gone,I'm not coughing though, which is nice.

The+Bard 18/02/01(Thu)02:38 No. 25325 ID: 9b5ea5

I work from home and don't have to talk to anyone, I use email. So when I get sick I am mostly left alone to heal. It is the benefit of having no social life from the ages of 21-28. I don't recommend it but it does have some nice side benefits.

The+Bard 18/02/02(Fri)01:57 No. 25326 ID: ae5466

Pushing the next chapter to tomorrow. Had to rewrite it.

The+Bard 18/02/02(Fri)20:08 No. 25327 ID: 82aff4

Ok, here is the next Chapter. We will be returning to our regular release schedule. Turns out the characters haven't been suffering in a while, so it's time to really blow things up:


My eyes opened to the sight of a naked, sleeping David, and I stole several moments taking him in. His dreamy body, it was all mine. I looked around and finally spotted my bikini, wadded up and wet on the floor of the hot tub cave. When I stood up I also spotted a pool of white, sticky liquid that remained where my butt had been.

After taking the service exit to the cave that was kept discreetly out of sight around the corner of the well sculpted rock work, I slipped over to the outdoor bar to grab a towel. I knew that the towels, at least the ones that were kept on this side of the pool, were in the bar, and it was an amazing bar. It was sunk into the ground with stairs leading to it on the dry side, but the really cool part about it was that you could swim up to it on the other side and sit on underwater stools. I remember there was one time my Dad had a party, and I would keep swimming up to the bar, and I drank so many virgin strawberry daiquiris that I got a stomach ache. I don’t remember much about the party, but I do remember throwing up pink for close to an hour. These days I can’t stomach anything sugary unless it has a ton of chocolate in it.

I slipped into the bar and found the cabinet that held so many neatly folded towels, all folded tightly, that I had a little trouble dislodging the first one. With towels in hand, and a spare pitcher of water, I returned to the cave. David was gone.

“David?” I asked, but there was no reply. He must have swam out to look for me, I thought to myself.

After using one of the towels and the pitcher of water to clean up the puddle, because I would die of embarrassment if anyone else had to clean that up, especially Joseph, I took the service exit back out and went looking for my missing husband.


There are few greater feelings in the world than getting to the bathroom just in time when you really have to pee. I sighed with relief, emptying everything I had in my bladder and saying a small “Thank you” to whatever divine providence let me get to the pool bathroom right before I popped. The bathroom had a sandstone floor and nautical tile work that had mosaic shapes of various sea creatures, all fitting in with the tropical island theme of the pool area, making me feel like I was in Hawaii, not western New Jersey.

After finishing, I went to look for Mika. She wasn’t in the hot tub cave when I got up, and I was most definitely hungry, so I decided to look for her in the direction of the kitchen. We hadn’t eaten all day, and if I knew Mika, like I knew Mika, she was probably starting to get very cranky. My wife was a definite sufferer of what doctors call, the Hangry. It was probably a very good thing that she was usually the one to prepare the meals. I was useless in the kitchen and sometimes I would forget to eat if left to my own devices. One time, when Mika had first come to live with me, she found out that I didn’t eat for three days before she showed up. Well it was more that I only ate a cookie and a banana at one point in those three days. I quickly learned that not only did Mika get angry when she was hungry, but she also could give me a glare that could kill most large animals if she thought that I was hungry, too.

As I walked into the kitchen, there was only Joseph. He was finishing up out late lunch, and he smiled politely as I walked in.

“Mr. Simmons, is there anything I can help you with?” I always liked Joseph, but his politeness always threw me off. I could never get a read on what he was thinking half of the time, and the other half was just as mysterious.

“I was just looking for Mika. Have you seen her?”

“I have not seen her yet, but I will let her know you are looking for her, Mr. Simmons.”

I smiled politely. “Thank you, Joseph.”

“Very good, Sir.”

I left Joseph to finish our food. After all this time of Mika cooking, it felt odd that someone else was making us food. I turned from the room and looked outside again. “Where could she be?”


Back in my room, I searched through my closet. Most of the clothes in here were a few sizes too small now. The only thing that even remotely looked like it would fit was a sun dress that I got a few months before I moved in with David. It used to be down to just past my knees, but now it barely made it to my mid thigh. I must have had a growth spurt at some point, and my breasts stretched the fabric to its limit. Still, it made my cleavage look impressive.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was not one for checking out girls, but even I could see how good I looked in the sun dress. Maybe a little too good. I decided to throw my jeans on, making my outfit more conservative. While I would have been happy as a clam to walk around with my assets hanging out just to make David all hot and bothered, I just couldn’t do that around Joseph, and lunch would be ready soon.

As I made my way down the grand staircase, I finally spotted David, still in his swim shorts, looking at the portrait of my Dad and I. I must have been around ten at the time, because I couldn’t believe I ever looked that much like a doll. I was in a black dress with white frills, and a black headband that stood out against my red hair. My eyes looked a little too big for my overly round face. Thankfully, my face slimmed down since then.

“David?” I called to him. He turned around and gawked at me. Even with the jeans on, I still had my chest to bother him with, and I couldn’t help my smile.

“Lunch is going to be ready soon.” He choked out finally. Oh, I loved it when I could effect him. Especially because it was just so easy!

I crossed my arms so that my cleavage was brought to the fore front. “That’s good, because for some reason I feel really hungry. Almost like I had a really intense workout.” I could see him swallow at the memory of our hot tub antics. He was so easy to fluster, and I could barely contain my grin.

“I’m going to change.” He muttered. He headed up the stairs and I took the opportunity to grab his butt as he passed by, causing him to jump and shoot up the stairs. His butt was so firm. I loved it, and just about everything else about him. I really was married to the greatest guy in the whole world.

The smells coming from the kitchen were heavenly, so I made my way to the dining room, but before I could make it to the bottom of the stairs there was a knock at the front door.

I stopped, and stared at it. Who the heck could that be?

The large booming door bell rang out. I walked over to the door and opened it just a crack, and then when I saw who it was I swung it open fully and gave Senator Fredrickson a big hug.

“Mika! Oh, thank goodness you made it here.” He said. “I didn’t think you would have made it here yet.”

“You were expecting us?”

“David is here too? That’s good. It’s good you two are safe.”

Senator Fredrickson was a close friend of my father, and he was the one who arranged our dispensation. The last time I saw him was at the funeral, where he helped carry my father’s casket. It looked like he aged twenty years since then, even though it was only a year and some change since then. His salt and pepper hair was now white, and it looked like he hadn’t slept in a while.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I would rather talk about this later.”

My heart clenched, but I pushed it away. “We were just about to have lunch, if you would care to join us.”

His smile told me he would love to. Just then, David finally came down. He was wearing a smart button down shirt that looked very light. It showed off his muscles even though it wasn’t tight, and his tan shorts made him look like a dream. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and I couldn’t stop my carnal thoughts. I made it a habit to ogle my husband, and him looking that good didn’t make it a chore at all!

“Oh, Senator Fredrickson. When did you get here?” David asked.

“Just now. I hear you two were going to have lunch. Mind if I join you two?”

David gestured to the dining room, and we all walked in and sat down to a very delicious lunch, prepared by Joseph. Maybe it was just my imagination, but Senator Fredrickson looked, nervous. Was something wrong? We all talked about things that I can’t remember, mostly telling stories about my Dad, and their school days. He asked David how teaching was going and was appalled to hear about the resignation. Then the conversation turned to Nancy “The Bitch” Patterson.

“David, I am really sorry that we couldn’t keep her away from you.” The Senator said.

“It’s not your fault.” David replied.

I sat in silence, finishing the last of the chicken that must have been made of delicious flavor itself. I made a mental note to get the recipe from Joseph.

“I’m afraid it was all my fault, actually. One of our interns proved to be less than discreet. It turns out he was a follower of Ms. Patterson, and was more interested in snooping in my files than actually doing work.”

“So this intern is the reason that all this is happening?”

“Yes, David. I am so sorry.”

“No, sir. It’s not something to be sorry over.”

Senator Fredrickson went pale, and I knew in my heart something bad was coming. “That is not what you are sorry for, is it?” I piped up. They both looked at me, one confused, one horrified.

“It isn’t. I’m afraid Ms. Patterson has a knack for drumming up a frenzy when she gets on a roll, and now…”

Oh, no.

“It looks like the dispensation is going to be repealed. I just wanted to come and prepare you for it.”

“WHAT!?” My shout startled both David and Senator Fredrickson. “How could you do this!” Fury gripped me in a way I had never felt before. The one thing I wanted in my life, the marriage I had been so blissfully happy in for the past year, was all being taken away from me all because that Bitch Whore couldn’t sleep with my husband.

“Mika, it isn’t me. I already promised to vote against the repeal, but most of the others are too scared for their reelections, and I think there are enough of them to pass it over even a veto from the President. I, at least, remember where my loyalties are. I am so sorry.”

I couldn’t listen to this anymore. I bolted from the room and, after bursting into my room, threw myself onto my bed and sobbed until my throat hurt, and then I sobbed some more. Everything came out. All of my grief over my father, and now my marriage, the two things that I cared for in my life were now being taken from me and there was nothing I could do about it, drove my wails of pain. For the first time in my life, I felt alone. All alone.

Anonymous 18/02/04(Sun)04:41 No. 25335 ID: 88171d



great work, Bard, this is awesome!

Anonymous 18/02/04(Sun)05:09 No. 25336 ID: c1e7d1

The description of the layout of the pool and in ground bar area was pretty immersive.

The strawberry daiquiris part was pretty funny too.

The+Bard 18/02/06(Tue)02:31 No. 25343 ID: ae5466


Thank you. I was actually not very sure about including the details of the layout. I was worried that it would slow things down.

The+Bard 18/02/06(Tue)02:32 No. 25344 ID: ae5466


Glad you like it.

The+Bard 18/02/07(Wed)20:52 No. 25347 ID: d9856f

I open my eyes, glued shut from sleep and drink. The room spins and I stumble over the sleeping dog on the floor.

"Shit, sorry."

I open my phone.

"When the fuck! Wasn't it Monday?"

I buckle down and write with fury.

(The next chapter will be out tomorrow.)

The+Bard 18/02/08(Thu)18:13 No. 25348 ID: ae5466

Next Chapter:


I stood on the other side of the door, hearing the one sound I never wanted to hear, the sound of my wife sobbing. Soon she would not be, but right now she still was my wife and I would stand by her side. Hell, even if she wasn’t my wife I would stand by her side, always. I loved her, and no stupid piece of paper, or lack there of, would ever change that. I knocked on the door. There was a sudden silence, and my heart pounded in my chest, anticipating being told to go away.

“Come in.” Her voice was hoarse, and she sounded unsure. I pushed the door open and there she was, on her bed holding a pink pillow. It was strangely appropriate.

“Hey,” I said. I just didn’t know what to say to her. I was as floored by the news that those spineless bastards were going to make it so that the happiest year of my life never happened, but Mika needed me to be strong for her.

“Hey,” she sniffed.

“Can I sit down?”

She nodded her response, and I look a seat by her. I looked around the room, taking in the place she grew up in. I guess she was still growing up. My eyes were drawn to her desk, white with a matching wood chair that had pink cushions. It was exactly what I would expect from a young girl. There was a computer on the desk, and behind it a cork board with pictures. Most of them were of her, with her father, in all the far flung places she traveled to while he was alive. There were some of me, arranged in just the right places so that they could be seen easily from the computer. One of me when I was thirteen, with little hearts drawn around it. How long has she had a crush on me? How long has she been in love with me?

There were stuffed animals, mostly horses but also a few bears, gathered up in a corner next to a closet door. There was the bathroom door, open to a sink that was covered with various tubes and tubs of whatever girls have, and on the other side of the room was a shelf with various trophies and treasures from when she was growing up. Then there was the bed, pink covers over a white wood frame, and a pink canopy overhead. Somehow it made me feel comforted while I sat here.

“David,” she choked out, “what are we going to do?”

I honestly had no idea.

“What can we do? It seems like this is out of our hands, for the moment at least.”

“I don’t want to be apart.” She whispered.

I laid down beside her, pulling her into my arms and she buried her face into my chest. I stroked her long, red hair. “I don’t want to be apart either.”

“Will I have to move out?”

My heart gave a sudden pang of pain as I thought of not waking up next to her. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“But I won’t be your wife.”

“Does it matter? I love you, and that won’t change, no matter what.”

She grabbed my shirt, pulling herself tight to my chest, and I could feel the wetness of her tears seeping through. “Oh, David. You know we won’t be allowed to be together if we aren’t married.” She murmured into my chest. I knew she was right, but I didn’t want it to be true, for her, or for me. There had to be another way.

“We should just run away, where no one knows who we are.”

Her words came out of nowhere, but they were the ones I was thinking of at that exact moment. Yes, Mika and I could run. We could get into my car and drive away. We could buy a little place in the middle of nowhere, and live under false names. I knew that it would take a while for them to nullify our marriage, so it wouldn’t be a crime to take my wife on vacation, and by the time our relationship became illegal again, we would be long gone.

“We can’t Mika, it would be wrong.” I sighed. I knew we couldn’t. It would be a fun fantasy, but it would be horrible to make everyone worry like that.

She looked up at me with hurt in her eyes. “So you are going to break your promise?”


“You promised never to leave me. Well I’m going, and if you don’t come with me that would be breaking your promise!”

Oh, yes. I did promise that to her. I can’t believe I forgot that. I sighed with resignation. “All right, Mika. Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t care.” She thought for a moment, too absorbed in the task to remember that she was supposed to be crying. “How about that cabin? The one in Pennsylvania that your Dad owns. The one for fishing trips?”

I remembered the one she was speaking about. My dad loves fishing and so he bought a piece of land near Oil City, PA that had an old cabin and a lake with lots of fish in it. There was also a dock, too. It would absolutely be roughing it, since there was no electricity up there, but at least we would have running water and town would not be so far away. The cabin was well insulated and the lake was well stocked so we could stay there for quite a long time without anyone bothering us.

“All right. We can leave whenever you want. Just, let’s go tonight, so no one will notice we’re gone.”

“No, I want to go now. Let’s pack and just go.”

She gave me a look that made it clear it was going to be done her way. I had a really bad feeling about this.


I hated the sun. David had been driving for a few hours, and the setting sun was just in the right place; too low to be covered by the sun visor, but not low enough to be covered by the hills of Pennsylvania. We were on I-80, I think, and the miles blended with the curves in the road, making my attention wander to wherever it wanted to go.

My thoughts pulled me to the first time we spent time up at the cabin. I must have been ten at the time, and David’s Dad must have invited us up to fish. My Dad had just been diagnosed with the illness that eventually killed him, but I didn’t know it at the time. He didn’t start to fade until I was eleven or so, but it did seem strange at the time that he wanted to spend every waking day making memories. Had I known at the time, I wouldn’t have resisted so much, but all my Dad had to tell me was that David would be there and I packed my overnight bag in record time.

When we got there, I remember seeing David coming out of the water, wearing nothing but swim trunks that seems to barely hand on his hips. He must have been sixteen at the time, and just remembering him back then made my panties wet.

“Hey, Mika!” He shouted at me as we got out of the car. My dad and his shook hands, and David ran over. Even back then he was all tight and toned, and his six pack was just starting to form. I think that was the first time I felt desire, and my tastes became very, very singular.

While my Dad and his tried their best to catch a fish, David took me up the mountain, or hill, I honestly don’t know the difference, and showed me a nest at the top of a tree.

“It’s a Bald Eagle nest. They used to not be in this area, but we think this may be one of the first to settle back in this area.”

I could listen to David talk about animals all day. Okay, I could listen to David talk about anything all day. Even then, the sound of his voice spoke directly to the place between my legs, and it was confusing, and I wanted to run away as fast as I could, but I also wanted to run into his arms. My ten year old brain, just starting to awaken to the need for David to be naked in front of me, just froze up, and I listened to him talk about Eagles, or History, or whatever. Honestly, all paid attention to was the way his lips were moving, and how I wanted to taste them.

Taste them! I didn’t know what was wrong with me at the time, but I sure do now.

The cabin only had one room, with two sets of bunk beds in the back and a living room with a couch, table with some creaky chairs and a propane stove that was hooked to one of those cans you get at a gas station. We had canned ravioli, since both of our dads didn’t catch anything, and all I could do was steal glances at David. I wanted him to be mine. I worried that he was going off to college that year, and maybe some college girl would give him kisses!

“Mika? Something wrong?”

I looked up at David, and his eyes were full of worry. “Oh, nothing. Just, I need the bathroom.”

After waiting the proper amount of time in the smelly outhouse, I returned to the cabin just in time for camp stories and then bed. David let me have the bottom bunk. I was always worried that if I slept on the top bunk I would fall out. I was a wanderer in my sleep back then.

As I lay there, in the dark, listening to David’s steady breathing, my mind wandered back to seeing him getting out of the water. I could feel that itch in between my legs, and I moved my hand down to rub it away. I slipped my fingers under my pink pajama bottoms, and under my panties, and felt the heat of my slit, a heat I never felt there before. I remembered Sex Ed at school, and they talked about how babies were made, and my imagination ran wild with images of David on top of me.

My fingers probed the puffy outside of my slit. I tried to recall the name, Labia I think. I could feel a wetness that wasn’t there before, and as my fingers explored, I found a little bump right where the itch was, but it wasn’t an itch really, it was something else. I rubbed the bump, and it felt amazing! I pictured David touching me there, and it made my cheeks heat at the thought. Oh, I would love him to touch me there. My rubbing became faster as I lost myself to the feeling, and I felt a pressure starting to build. What would happen with the pressure became too much?

I could feel my breathing quicken, and everything else for that matter. The more I thought about David touching me down there, the more the pressure climbed in my belly, until it suddenly released as a wave of, I don’t know but it felt amazing, washed over me.

“Mika! Are you all right?”

It was David, at my side. Oh, no. I must have cried out.

“I, um.” I stammered.

“Was it a bad dream?” My Dad asked. Oh crap, he was there too!

“Uh, yeah. It was a bad dream. I have to pee.” I said as I jumped up and ran out the door to stand in the smelly outhouse and try to figure out what was going wrong with me. Wrong? No, something wasn’t wrong with me. It was something very right, and it was because of David. I made a mental note to look it up when we got home, on the brand new laptop my Dad got me.

“Mika, we’re here.”

David’s voice jolted me awake from the dream I was having. It was about the first time I was here, and I looked out to the familiar view of a little green painted cabin, and the outhouse that was the refuge for my sexual awakening.

Anonymous 18/02/11(Sun)10:34 No. 25356 ID: 9b2c16

Great chapter! Can't wait for more.

The+Bard 18/02/11(Sun)15:46 No. 25358 ID: ae5466


If you can wait till tomorrow, I should have the next chapter done.

The+Bard 18/02/13(Tue)01:44 No. 25360 ID: ae5466

What the hell! Doesn't this author keep deadlines? Also the writing sucks, the characters are unoriginal and what the fuck is up with having two Mary Sue's in the damn story! Who is writing this shit!

Oh, me?

Umm... So how about that new chapter?:


David opened the door to the cabin, and I reveled in the smell of wood and mothballs. It looks like time stopped since I was last here, the two sets of bunk beds still had the old pillows and blankets on them. They looked clean enough. No doubt David’s father has been here at least a few times since that day.

“I think it’s going to be cold tonight.” David said, walking into the cabin. While the outside air was cool, the inside of the one room was downright chilly. “I may have to go into town to get some firewood, and at least something for us to eat tonight.”

“Where are you going to go?”

“There is a market in town, they will probably have what we need. Do you think you can hold the fort down while I go?”

I looked into David’s eyes. Oh, they were so dreamy, but they were also full of concern.

“Yes, Dear. I can manage.” I rolled my eyes. It isn’t like I couldn’t keep a four bedroom house in order, so a one room cabin should be a piece of cake.

“All right. No one knows we are here, so there shouldn’t be anyone else coming up here. Just don’t go wandering around, just in case there are bears around.”

“David, I will be fine.”

I launched myself at him, and nearly knocked him down. Pulling his head to me, I kissed him, passionately. He pulled me into the kiss, and I lost myself in his arms. We could have been there for hours, or minutes. I don’t know, but we were breathless when we pulled apart.


“Go, David. I will be fine, I promise.”

He nodded, and then walked out the door, and I was alone in the cabin. I watched his car pull out and down the road, and then the outside was just the dark. I looked over the cabin, closely this time. There was a lot of dust and dirt. There were some dishes in the basin that acted as a sink. The faucet was one of those ones that you had to pump, and I was reminded of those old black and white shows from the old days, where they put food in an actual ice box, with real ice in it.

Oh my gosh! Was that mold growing on the plates? It was!

I decided to reach deep down and pull out my inner Snow White. It was time to clean. I remember the times I was reported on, they used to call me the Attaco Princess. Well, it was time to earn that title, by making this cabin spotless, sans helpful woodland critters, but I had my phone on me and I was sure I had at least a few cleaning songs on there.

I rolled up my sleeves, grabbed the broom from the corner where it was clearly thrown the last time David’s Dad was here, and I got to work.


Mar’s is nearly empty of customers when I arrived. Pulling out a shopping cart, I walked into the box-shaped building and began the unnecessarily difficult task of getting food. Mika always gave me a list when I did the shopping, but without her expert directions I found myself wandering without purpose.

A buzz in my pocket distracted me from trying to decide which package of dried camping food would be least awful. I don’t bother to check the number…


“David, how are you?” The sickeningly sweet, predatory voice of Nancy Patterson floats out of the phone and right to my stomach, and makes it sick.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Oh, David. You really should watch your language.”

“You really should find a farm house to get crushed under. Tell me, do you have a sister who would be overly obsessed with your shoes in the event you do?” I sniped at her.

“Now that’s just mean. I was just calling to let you know the Senate will be voting tomorrow. When you are a single man, we should get coffee sometime.”

“Nancy, in the event I find myself single again you can be assured that they is no way I will have coffee with you. In fact, having relations with a cactus filled lemon juice bath comes far, far before I would consent to be in the same state as you. Fuck off!”

I ended the call, fuming. If there was such a thing as pure hate, I may just have found it. Quickly, I finished my shopping and hope that Mika will be able to do something with the stuff I got.


“There, all finished.” I announced to no one in particular. The cabin looked clean, and all before David got back! Yes, I was that amazing. Now where were my woodland critters? I think I earned them at this point.

The dishes were all spotless and stacked next to the propane stove. I checked it and was glad it lit up, showing there was still propane in the small tank on the side. If there was a spot of dust anywhere in the room it was so well hidden, not even Joseph would have been able to find it. I even cleaned the windows of cobwebs and the blankets on the bunk beds were all neat and perfectly proportioned so that they were ready for occupants. The only issue is that they didn’t have the crisp, clean smell that a run or two in a washer would give them. That would have to wait for tomorrow.

I spotted the lights of David’s car coming up the dirt road, and I rushed out of the cabin to greet him. When he stepped out of the car, he looked sour about something, but I didn’t give him the chance to remain that way as I launched myself into his arms.

“Mika!” He shouted in surprise at the squealing fourteen year old hug missile that I turned into hit him in the chest.

“I missed you.”

“I can see that.” He chuckled. “Wanna help me with the food?”

I nodded, and we brought in the groceries, laughing about something or another. It didn’t matter. I was with the man that I loved more than anything, and just hearing his voice was all I needed to feel satiated for conversation, although it did make me hunger for other things.

After I made us food, spaghetti with meatballs, I washed the dishes while David moved the bunk beds together so that we could sleep next to each other. I was happy to curl up next to him, knowing in my heart that the days I would be able to do this were numbered.


I woke up with a start. David wasn’t in bed, and he wasn’t in the cabin. We were so tired, we didn’t even have sex, and I could feel the frustration.

I looked out the window and there was no sign of the car. David must have gone out to get something, and I really wished he woke me up so I could go with him. At least I would have the chance to do some chores around here, and it was light and sunny, so that helped my mood.

There was a dock that jutted out into the lake, and I walked all the way to the end. It floated on the water and was held in place by chains that were obviously tied to the bottom by something heavy, like a rock or something. I would love to go skinny dipping with David, and maybe make love in the dark water. Then again, maybe not, because the thought of a fish touching me gave me the creeps. It was a phobia I had, and it was the reason I never liked going snorkeling. My skin crawled at the thought of getting fish slime on my leg, or arm. I shuddered at the thought. No, we would be skipping lake fucking this time around.

I was laying out on the porch of the cabin, sunning myself with my shirt off, leaving only my bra on with the straps slid down so I didn’t get those pale lines when my skin eventually turned pink, because my complexion never allowed for anything close to a tan, when David pulled up.

“Hey, Darling!” He called out, and stepped out of the car with two covered cups. He handed one to me, and it was a coffee, just how I liked it, with cream and sugar.

“Mmm.” It had enough cream in it to make the coffee thick and bland, and it was perfect.

“I’ll take that as approval.”

“David, I approve of anything you do, but this is perfection.”

“You are perfection.” David whispered into my ear, and it made my cheeks turn beet red. He kissed my forehead, and I spun around on my heel and snuggled into his chest. He held me and I sipped my coffee as we watched the birds fly over the lake.

“I called my Dad,” He said, “to let him know where we were.”


“He told us to be careful, that there are bears out here, and to not worry.”

My brow narrowed. “Not to worry about what?”

I could tell David was keeping something from me, and I didn’t appreciate being kept out of the loop.

“David, tell me what’s wrong.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, looking like he was forcing himself to eat something slimy, and awful. “They are voting today on our marriage. After today we will probably not be married anymore.”

My heart sank like a stone. This was probably my last day being Mrs. Simmons. Would I have to go back to Attaco? Would I still be allowed to stay with David? Tears started to form in my eyes.

“No, baby. Don’t cry.” David pulled me close. I felt so safe in his arms.

“You won’t leave me, right?” I asked.

“No. Never.” He kissed me deeply, and I needed him. If this was going to be my last day as his wife, I was going to make the most of it, the future be damned.

I pulled off his shirt, and he undid my bra. With my breasts exposed, he put a nipple into his mouth and began to suck, and just like before, my nerves were direct, express connected to my groin. His tongue moved around the tip, pulling and elongating it with each suck, and the warm wetness oozed into my panties. I was all his, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for this man.

His hands stroked my stomach, and then slipped into my pants, and then there they were in the wet sensitive flesh that craved his every touch. He circled my clitoris with his finger, and I moaned with wild abandon as I melted into his sensual scent, or was that my scent? I didn’t care anymore.

Pulling away from me, he smiled a devilish grin. “Shall I take you inside the cabin, Mrs. Simmons?”

“No.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit his earlobe. “I want you to fuck me on the dock. I want to never forget this. Make me yours, forever.”

David pulled his hand out of my pants and undid the button. He slowly unzipped them and pulled them down slowly, dragging my already soaked panties down with them. After helping me out of my shoes and socks, I stood there, naked as the day I was born, and he took me in, burning the sight of me into his memory.

“Mika, you are so beautiful.”

I blushed, suddenly shy with his gaze. After all I had done with this wonderful, beautiful man, the sex, the blow job under his desk, the hot tub… How could I by shy now?

He suddenly lifted me up into a princess carry, and my arms instinctively went around his neck. He carried me out to the end of the dock and gently laid me down on the cool metal covering over the floats.

“You all right with this?” He asked.

“David, I want you to take me. Now. Here. I want there to be no doubt that I belong to you, mind, body, and soul.”

He smiled, and he kissed me so deeply that my head spun with excitement and anticipation at what was to come.

The+Bard 18/02/17(Sat)02:06 No. 25373 ID: 96c81c

Here's the deal. So I am a bit behind my writing. I suffer from chronic headaches that I have had since I was 4 years old, and every now and then I get one that lasts for a full on week and basically knocks me out for the count. I don't like it, but it is a thing I have to put up with every now and then. The bogus part is that I can't take medication for it outside of OTC pain killers because I do things that prevent me from taking anything stronger than a decaf cup of coffee.

So I am gonna have to work on the story when I can and crush my way through the rest of the story when I am back to 100%. Just know I am fine and not abandoning you guys, just gonna be a little absent for about 3-5 days.

Anonymous 18/02/17(Sat)18:24 No. 25378 ID: 9b2c16

I hope you get well soon. Take care and don't worry too much. "stronger than a decaf coffee."lolol

The+Bard 18/02/19(Mon)02:02 No. 25382 ID: a8081c

Half way through the next chapter. Possibly tomorrow or the next day it will be done. Just keep an eye out.

The+Bard 18/02/20(Tue)02:35 No. 25384 ID: a5e7e4

Ready for the 18th Chapter? Of course you are. Here you go:


He filled me, every inch of his dick reached deep into my core. Oh, David! I loved him more than anything in the world. Every thrust pushed me against the metal of the dock, and the pain that the bite of the dock was only matched by the pleasure of being fucked by the man I loved. It only made me want more. It opened up a part of me that I didn’t even know was there, a part that wanted to be bit, scratched and marked up in our love making.

“David, harder! I want it rough! I want to never forget this feeling!”

My pleading unleashed something inside him, a wild animal that filled me with lust, and a little bit of fear. His eyes darkened, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “As you wish, Mika.”

Before I knew what was going on, I was flipped around onto my hands and knees. The metal dug into my hands and I could feel him behind me. Suddenly, he grabbed the base of my hair, just above my neck, and pushed me down so that my cheek pressed into the dock, and he was in me again, filling me all the way and bottoming out.

Ah! I cried out as he began to move. I could feel him stretching me as he slammed down into my pussy, his skin slapping against my ass. It made me feel dirty. So dirty, and yet so loved. “Ah! Fuck me, David! Make me yours, forever!” I was desperate, pleading, I wanted him to lose himself just like I was lost in him.

“Jesus! Mika, you are so perfect!” His hand came down and slapped my ass, making me tighten at the sudden shock of pain. It made me so wet. He pulled out of me, and before I could protest, he turned me over and pulled me into his lap. I was face to face with my David, my sexy, beautiful man. His eyes sparkled and he pushed into me in just the right way. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into my chest as his hands forced my hips to ride his dick, stimulating all the right spots inside and out.

Then I could feel it, his mouth on my breast, circling kisses around my nipple. I started to thrust myself down harder on him, pushing him into my pussy as far as he could go. I would never have him deep enough. His tongue played with my nipples, now rock hard and sending sparks all the way down to the tender flesh between my legs. My heat radiated, and I could feel my nerves ignite. I felt like I was going to explode into cinders at any moment. I pulled his face away from my breasts and planted a desperate kiss onto his lips, and his tongue slid into my mouth, fighting for dominance that I willingly relinquished as I pulled his dick across my G-spot, or he was thrusting up against it, I didn’t know anymore. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to do this to me forever.

“David! I’m close!” I cried out as the pressure built up in me.

“Me too, baby,” David growled into my mouth, and he pulled my hair back so he exposed my neck, and he kissed my throat. His thrusts, or mine, became a grind. All these sensations, all these feelings, pushed me over the edge and I detonated around his dick, and my screams of my thunderous orgasm set him off too. He tensed inside me as a warm, sticky feeling exploded in the depths of my core, and his dick pushed so far that it was almost painful, and it caused me to detonate a second time.

“Fuck! David!”

I collapsed into his arms, and he held me until the tremors of my shotgun orgasm slowly subsided. We laid there, two bodies glowing in post-coital bliss, our breathing slowing down as we came back to Earth from the Heaven we found ourselves in.


We were in my car, heading down the road to a restaurant I found when I was out shopping. It looked interesting and it got plenty of good reviews when I looked it up on my phone. Mika was wearing a short green pleated skirt with a white button down blouse that she had unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. Her shoes were black flats that she chose to mirror the shoes I had on. It was her way of going the extra mile, and I appreciated it.

A few hours ago we got the news that as of midnight tonight we would no longer be married, but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to change for us, we would just hide out here and then move back to the Mansion and remarry when she was old enough. It wasn’t like I had to work, so I could spend the time helping Mika with her school work and keeping the flame alive, not like there was any chance of our flame dying anytime soon. She seemed to agree. Joseph would become her legal guardian and as long as he was fine with me staying, and I had no doubt that he would, there was nothing anyone could say about it. Sure, we would have to keep the fact that our relationship would continue as if nothing happened a secret, but we would still be together and when the right time came we would have a big wedding and a proper honeymoon. Then there would be nothing that bitch could do or say about it.

Sure, there were probably about a billion things that made that plan unreasonable, but my heart wouldn’t let me think of that. I wanted to stay with Mika until Death himself parted us, and even then he would have one hell of a fight on his hands.

I pulled up to the restaurant, and I opened the door for Mika, and her beaming smile let me know how happy she was with my manners. I could survive only on that smile, and maybe frequent visits to that special place between her legs that was only meant for me. Still, it was nice to get food every once in a while. Angelo’s was a pretty upscale place for Oil City, with dark walls and tasteful pictures of Italy surrounding a nice room filled with white cloth covered tables, each with a tasteful candle that pulled everything into to room into intimate bubbles of light. The soft piano music pumped through the speakers that were hidden by the occasional plant finished the ambiance and I knew we would have a wonderful dinner, the last one as husband and wife for quite a while.

When we were led to a table near the back, I preempted with server and pulled out Mika’s chair for her.

“Oh? Being extra attentive, Mr. Simmons?” She quipped at me, beaming that smile that melted my heart every time.

“Always, Mrs. Simmons.”

The dinner was lovely, and we talked like we normally did, before the trouble with bottom feeding muckrakers, that is.

“David, are you sure we should stay together?”

“Mika, I made you a promise never to leave you, and I intend to keep that promise. There isn’t an army in the world that can keep me from you.”

Even in the dim light of the restaurant I could see the blush overtake her. It was always a fun sight to behold.

“You’re blushing.” I grinned at her. She tried, in vain, to hide her face from me. “Why so shy, Mrs. Simmons?”

“You know why.”

“Do I?” I loved teasing her, especially after all the teasing that she put me through over the last few days.

“How long can we stay at the cabin?”

“Getting ideas?” I said, giving her a wicked look. Sometimes I just loved playing the Devil in our relationship, being the tempter, for once.

“David, I think you know me better than that.” She protested in mock shock. I couldn’t help but light up. Oh, tonight was going to be a fun night, even though the bitter thought of our impending annulment kept threatening to sour my mood. I could tell that Mika was also thinking about it from time to time. I would catch her trying to hide the stab of dismay every time we danced around the subject of tomorrow.

“I think we can stay at the cabin for as long as we want, but we should get settled in at your place before the end of summer. I also have to sell the house, since we are no longer going to be there.”

“It sucks that we can’t live there anymore.”

Mika’s gaze falls to the table, and we eat in silence when the food arrives. I didn’t want things to get to awkward. I would have preferred it if she could take some time to forget the unpleasant fact that she wouldn’t be my wife in a few hours.

“If I can’t be your wife, can I at least be your girlfriend for a while?”

I look into her pleading eyes. “Of course, Mika. I was going to ask… I mean, would you want to be? After all, you would have to put up with dating such an old man…” I let my voice trail off, but I couldn’t hide the grin.

“You’re not old.”

“I’m ancient.”

Her giggle finally lifted the mood and we finished our dinner, and skipped dessert, and I made sure to leave a very generous tip with the bill. As we walked out to the car, I couldn’t help my mind wandering to all the things that we could do while dating. Then there was the whole proposal that I would have to set up, for when she was old enough. I try to remember what the legal age to marry was. If I had to wait the four years for her to turn eighteen, I would without complaint, but I still hoped for sooner. I would have to look that up when we got back to the cabin.

On the drive back, I noticed that the tank on the car was getting low, and I decided to stop at the gas station on the way to the cabin. It was a small place, but they had bathrooms, and I desperately needed to go.

“Baby, I need to use the restrooms. If you want, you can go pick up some water, or soda, or whatever, for the cabin tonight.”

She beamed at me. “I love it when you call me that. Okay, I’ll grab some stuff.”

She bounced out of the car and I slipped into the restroom. It was grungy inside but I just needed to pee. I could hear the sound of a few motorcycles pull up, not because the walls were so thin but because they were the kind of loud that shook the roof tiles. When I walked outside the monster inside noticed the trouble before I did. Three bikers, wearing the same vests, each emblazoned with a skull of some kind, surrounding Mika. They towered over her, and probably towered over me, too. They looked more ogre than men.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let us show you a good time.”

One of them leaned into Mika, and she backed up in fear, but glared at them with determination too.

“I said no! Don’t you have sometime better to do than harass fourteen year olds?”

“Age is just a number, little girl. Besides, you are hurting our feelings. Maybe if you say your sorry, we promise not to be too rough.” The biggest one said, and I could feel the rage build.

“Hey, assholes! Get away from her!” My words cut through the air and they all turned to me. I could feel the fight coming, and a big part of me wanted it to happen, to kill them with my bare hands, for putting that fear into Mika. My Mika!

“Someone put on their Death Wish pants on today, huh?” I could see the “1%” patch on their vests. Shit. I made a mental note to keep an eye out for weapons.

“Is that what you call your jeans? Funny name for them, but I think you guys terrorized my girl for long enough. We are leaving, and I think you should too.” I was shaking with rage.

The big one laughed. “Hoo, boy that is funny. Look at ya. There’s three of us and one of you, and I can see you shaking there. Why don’t you run along and forget about the bitch and maybe-”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I quickly closed the distance and cracked him on the jaw before he could react. His buddy, the fat one, shoved Mika out of his way and I watched in horror as her head made a sickening thud on the curb, leaving her unconscious and a trickle of blood forming around her temple. My eyes were locked on her lifeless form as I felt the massive hand of the fat one grab my shirt, and then the monster broke from the cage I spent so many years building, and all I could see was the red of rage. All I could hear was the crunch of broken bone, and the scream of pain, and the pounding heartbeat of the rage inside me. Then the blue and red lights lit up the gas station, and the questions as I watched the paramedics put Mika into the ambulance, and the lights of the hospital that were far too bright. All a slide show of things, and events.

The monster was back in his cage, but the only thing I could register is the sight of my beloved Mika, the girl who meant more to me than my own life, lying in a hospital bed, and my world was contained in a small hospital room, and the only sound was the “beep, beep, beep” of a heart monitor.

The+Bard 18/02/22(Thu)02:03 No. 25390 ID: 1d989d

Next chapter coming out tomorrow.

The+Bard 18/02/23(Fri)02:05 No. 25399 ID: fc5b70

Next Chapter:


I couldn’t remember how long it’s been. The sun out of Mika’s room came up and set, only to come up again. Doctor Banson was a kind, elderly man, and thankfully aware of our situation. He listed me as a relative, allowing me to stay by her side after visiting hours. I’m grateful for it, because it would have been really inconvenient for them to try to remove me. I made Mika a promise, and I was going to keep that promise no matter what. I was no longer her husband, at least legally, but I was still the man she married, and that has to count for something.

They checked on her recently. She has a concussion and there was some swelling in her brain, but she is stable and they tell me she is going to wake up anytime now. “It just takes time for the body to do what it needs to get better.” That’s what the nurse said the last time she was in to check on Mika’s vitals. I wanted to believe that, but seeing her, paler than I have ever seen her, and the bright fire of her hair muted, makes my mind slip to darker thoughts that I push away immediately. When the nurse leaves I return to my vigil, sitting in the chair next to her hospital bed and holding her hand so that she can feel me next to her, so that she can have a way to come back to me.

“Mr. Simmons?”

I looked up, and there was the police officer that questioned me at the gas station. She was an African-American woman with dark eyes that looked like they have seen way too much of the world. I guessed she was a soldier before she was a police officer. I remembered the work my Dad did with Veterans Charities and everyone I met there had the same look, the same eyes. This time there was another person with her. An older man with a tailored suit and a briefcase that said “Lawyer” louder than if it was emblazoned in neon on his forehead.

“Hello, Detective,” I replied with little enthusiasm in my voice.

“This is the assistant DA. We want to talk to you about the incident.”

I glared at them. “Are you charging me with anything?”

“No.” The assistant DA chimed in. “It’s pretty clear that you acted in self defense. We reviewed the security footage and we have a strong case against them. Both men are being charged with a host of crimes that will keep them locked away for a very long time, and on top of that they have charges for murder in Ohio so we doubt you will have to worry about them ever again.”

“I’m not worried.” I answer truthfully, and I turn back to Mika. Then I catch something he said. “What do you mean, ‘Both’?”

“One of them didn’t make it. He died this morning from the injuries he sustained.” The Detective said.

“Oh.” I replied, frankly I didn’t care at all. The only thing in my life that mattered to me right now was the girl who’s hand felt way too small in my hand. I could have sworn that her hands were bigger. She looked like a child in that large hospital bed, diminished when she should be vibrant and smiling. I should be hearing her laugh and that glint in her eyes when she looks at me, the one that expresses her complete devotion to me. If I could feel anything, I would be crying, but without her presence I just couldn’t feel anything. I was empty without her.

“How is she?” The older man said.

I ignored his stupid question. The man had eyes, didn’t he? If it wasn’t for the gentile movements of her breathing she may as well have been a wax statue. I didn’t remember hearing them leave, but they did, and I couldn’t have cared less. My Mika was lost, and I was stuck waiting for her to come back. She wasn’t alive, nor was she dead, but she was stuck somewhere in the middle. My mind went back over the last year or so, where we were happy. I remembered the time she first moved into my house. She gave me hell because my fridge only had an out of date carton of milk, two sticks of string cheese and some leftover Chinese takeout. She made me drive her to the supermarket and stock the fridge with everything she needed. It was strange and at the same time the most normal thing for us to do.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there. Visiting hours-”

“Oh, shut it. I’m with the press.” Are you fucking kidding me! I knew that voice anywhere, and sure enough the door opened to reveal literally the very last person I wanted to see. Nancy Patterson.

I kissed Mika’s hand to let her know I was going to be right back, and then I rose to my feet and turned to Nancy, my eyes full of nothing that could be misinterpreted as kindness, or welcome. The monster inside, slumbering inside the cage but the bars fully broken, stirred from his sleep.

“Nancy, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Her vile smile of self-satisfaction made the monster inside me open one glowing red eye as I glared at her. I was about to feel something for the first time since the ambulance took Mika away, and it wasn’t the emotion I hoped it would be.

“Looking for a story, of course.” Her voice was sickeningly sweet in just the right way to let me know she was here to gloat.

“Get out of here. Haven’t you ruined our lives enough?”

My anger was just below the surface, threatening to boil over. This was all her fault. Mika and I wouldn’t have had to go through any of this if she just left us alone, where we were happy.

“Mr. Simmons, do you want me to call security?”

I looked over to the nurse, and I nodded. She left to go make the call.

“David. You just don’t understand. She wasn’t good for you. How could you have been happy with a little kid?”

I can’t believe what I was hearing. “I was happy! I was very happy! I was loved, unconditionally, by the best girl in the world!” I couldn’t stop myself from yelling at the top of my lungs. How dare she! She just stood there, giving me a look that held contempt for everything that I was.

“Love is a myth.” Nancy snapped. “All love is just another word for lust. You were just lusting over a child-”

“My wife!”

Her mouth curled up into a grimace. “Not anymore,” She said quietly. “I saw to that. The little whore should have never crossed me. She deserved everything she got.”

My back hand was across her face before I could stop it, the monster lashing out at her. She fell to the ground, a stunned look on her face, and she held her cheek. I looked up and there were two security guards standing there, looking impassive at the scene they just witnessed. The Detective was with them, glaring at Nancy. She obviously heard everything. Nancy shot to her feet.

“Call the police,” She demanded, “This man assaulted me and I want to press charges.” She emphasized the word “Man” like it was a curse.

“I am the police, Ms. Patterson, and I saw the whole thing. I don’t think that making up stories about assault is legal.” I gawked at the Detective. She clearly saw the strike.

“But… But, you saw him!” Nancy stammered in protest.

“I saw you fall.” The Detective replied, stone faced. “Now are you going to leave or do I have to arrest you?”

Nancy looked half way between angry and confused.

“Nancy, just go,” I said. Clearly that was the wrong thing to say at that moment, because she turned on me and tried to slap me, only to find I wasn’t where she expected me to be, instead careening into a cart with medical equipment on it. It was very easy to read what she intended to do, and I made sure to step out of the way. “Detective…”

“Detective Hicks.” I never did catch her name, but I was glad to know it.

“Detective Hicks, please get her out of here.”

“Would you like to press charges?” She asked me with an eyebrow raised that gave me the answer she wanted to hear, and I was grateful enough for her help that I decided to comply.

“Yes, please.”

Nancy was dragged out of the room in handcuffs, shrieking about lawsuits and police brutality until her voice faded away, and I was left alone, or so I thought.

“I’m so glad she is gone.”

The voice was small, and I almost didn’t catch it, but then it hit me. Looking over to the bed, my eyes met the two emerald green eyes that I ached to see over the last few days.


I had to stop myself from scooping her up out of the bed, instead tenderly embracing her and being mindful of the tubes and wires that seemed to be required in hospitals. “Oh, thank God you’re back to me.” It was all I could say to her. I kissed her, desperately, passionately. I wanted every ounce of my kiss to tell her everything that I didn’t have the words for. How much I loved her, how happy I was she was back, how scared I was I would never see her smile again, it all flooded out of me and into her soft, but very dry lips.

Her arms caressed my cheek, and she kissed me back, putting all her love into it. “David,” She said, pulling back for a moment, “Oh, David. I love you.”

“I thought…”

She kissed me again, and again. Her heavenly soft lips calming me, and the monster in my chest wandered back to its cage, and went back to sleep. She was my balm, my savior, and my love.

“Can I ask you for something?” She said with a weak smile.


“I could use some water.”

I was out the door in a flash and over to the nurse’s station. I grabbed one of the pitchers of water they kept there, along with a cup, and not caring about the protest from the nurses, I returned to Mika’s room, one of the nurses following me, exasperated.

I handed a cup full of water to Mika. “Ms. Attaco, you’re awake. Let me call the Doctor.” The nurse game me a scolding glare. “You really should ask before you give anything to a patient.”

I mumbled an apology, but I didn’t really mean it. I was just too happy to know Mika was all right, and if she wanted water, she was going to get water. Soon after, Doctor Banson showed up.

“Ah, Ms. Attaco, how are you feeling?”


“My head hurts, and I’m really hungry.” I replied. I also didn’t appreciate being called “Ms. Attaco” by the doctor. Didn’t he know I’m… Oh, right. I wasn’t anymore, was I. “Please, just call me Mika.”

“I understand, Ms. I mean, Mika. I am going to have the nurse check your vitals and then I will prescribe some pain killers and let you rest.” Giving David a pointed look and emphasizing the word “rest” gave me a fit of giggles. I decided that I really liked this doctor.

“Can David stay?” I asked.

“Absolutely. He hasn’t left your side since you got here and I see no reason to change that now.”

The doctor left me in the care of the nurse and my David. We talked well into the night and I fell asleep holding his hand and listening to the soft snoring as David fell asleep with his head in my lap. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The+Bard 18/02/27(Tue)04:05 No. 25416 ID: 2346f5

So here's whats up. We only have a few more chapters to go and I am finding it hard to get the time to write them out being that my spouse is hitting 30 in a few weeks. It is a bit of a distraction with the kids and the weather turning into not snow and cold bullshit (seasons, fuck seasons) and making a massive birthday bash... Look it is gonna take some time. So as soon as I get some time to just sit down and smash out the last few chapters I will and you will have a massive update. Until then please bear with me.

The+Bard 18/03/07(Wed)04:54 No. 25437 ID: 280e55

Update: Next chapter tomorrow. I have been looking over my outline and I just realized we are nearing the end of our little journey. It has honestly been a fun experience writing this story and while wrapping up on this story is somewhat bitter sweet (after all I love the characters I created) I fully intend to keep writing. I have improved so much and I am really happy and grateful with all the support and advice I have been given in this experiment of mine.

I hope my next story is as well received as this one when I get to work on it. Until the end I hope you all keep reading and enjoying the last few chapters of my little story. It's been wild. I will be trying to finish off the story by the end of next week.

Again, thank you all so much for the help and support. Now I did have a request at one point to do a threesome scene, and while it really doesn't fit in with Mika's character, I did think long and hard (not in that way you pervs!) about giving the audience what they wanted. So when I type out "The End" on the last chapter I decided that a bonus chapter starring Mika's friend Rachel would be a fine "Thank you" and it will be a steamy threesome that you won't want to miss.

I am going back to writing, and I am going to try to rapid fire the chapters again, so thank you for everything, and most of all your patience, as I finish up the story.

C. Bard

The+Bard 18/03/08(Thu)04:43 No. 25440 ID: 8fc537

Made it with an hour to spare:


David looked so peaceful. I couldn’t sleep, so I spent the whole night just looking at the man I loved. I thought I knew everything about him, but there was this thing he did with his lips when he slept, like he was trying to chew something. It was so adorable that I couldn’t help but stare at him until the sun rose and Nurse Kathy came in to check my vitals.

“You seem to be all right now,” She whispered so she didn’t wake David up, “Doctor Banson will be in later to check up on you and then we will find out about when we can discharge you.”

“Thank you,” I mouthed, and she returned a smile to me.

“I know it isn’t my place to pry, but I want you to know you have a fantastic man there. I’m so sorry about what happened to you two. After seeing how he was with you while you were unconscious, I just want you to know no one in the hospital belives a thing that horrible woman wrote about you. I’m sure it will all work out in the end, don’t you worry.

My smile was weak, but that was mostly because I was so tired from ogling my David all night. Still, I could feel that the sentiment was understood.

“I’ll leave you two alone then. Take care of that man of yours, he is hopelessly lost without you.” With that, Nurse Kathy left and I went back to looking at the most handsome man to ever grace the Earth - and he only had eyes for me!


I woke up with a start to see Mika, her bright green eyes and bright red hair full of life, and she’s looking at me.

“Slept well?” She says.

“Now that you’re safe and awake, yes.”

I get up and reach for my phone. I have to call my Dad and let him know Mika is all right. “Who are you calling?”

“I was going to call my Dad. He wanted to know the moment you were all right. He would have been here but he’s in Europe until tomorrow. We were going to meet him at his place when you are free to go.” I looked at her, and the sadness in her eyes pulled at my heart. I put my phone down and held her in my arms. Her scent filled my nose, and I could hear the change in her breathing as I kissed the top of her head.

“Can I stay with you?” Her voice was breathless, husky with want of me. Just like I wanted her.

“I don’t know, but if we can, we will.”

"I hope we can – I would like to still be a family." Her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly, and I knew in my heart that she was afraid. Hell, I was too. Now that she wasn't my wife, could we stay together? I mean, there's no way that they would let us continue our relationship. Without the special dispensation there would be nothing to protect us – and I knew deep down inside I would never be able to keep my hands off her. Even more importantly, there would be no way she would keep her hands off of me, even if I could control myself around her.

I looked into her eyes, her beautiful green eyes, like emeralds, and my heart ached for her.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Doctor Banson, with that kind smile that reminded me of a grandfather, stood by the door.

"No, Doctor, you weren't interrupting anything." Mika said.

"Well, the nurse told me that you are doing well. If you don't mind I'd like to check up on you."

I was asked to step out, and I did, even though Mika was completely against it. Still, I needed to stretch my legs, and if me not being there would help her get discharged faster, I wasn't going to hold anything up. In the courtyard of the hospital there was a garden, it was nice, with greenery and trees. I sat down and drink in the warm rays of the sun.

I fished around in my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I had my dad on speed dial, and while it would be late in Europe I was pretty certain that he would still be up, waiting for my call.

"Hey, son. How's she doing?" My dad was right to the point – it was something I appreciated.

"They say she'll probably be discharged soon."

There was a pause on the other end. "That's good. What are you planning on doing when she gets discharged?"

"I was planning to take her back to her home. We can all meet up there, then we'll discuss what were going to do." It seemed like the most reasonable thing to do. Besides, it would give me a chance to think, or delay the inevitable heartbreak.

"I think that would probably be for the best. I'll try to work out things on my end."

"Thanks dad."

"It's not a problem, son. You know I love you."

I try not to be emotional around my dad, but even still it was hard not to get choked up. Who knew that those three little words, spoken with unconditional love for me, his son, could mean so damn much to me. My whole life was crumbling around me, my marriage, my career, everything. But with those three little words I felt something. Something I honestly didn't think I'd feel. I felt... Hope.

"Yeah, I love you too dad." I choked out.

I sat there staring at the phone, long since hung up, for what must've been fifteen minutes. My tears fell on the floor as I ran through a marathon of emotions. I had no idea what I was going to do, that much was plain. I only had things planned up until we got back to Mika's house, but after that...

After I cobbled my broken self together, I put my phone back in my pocket and returned to the hospital room. Whatever came my way, I wouldn't let Mika worry. I would be strong. I had to be strong. For her.


I woke up to the steady sound of air passing the car. The hum of the engine was a soothing sound, a sound that let me know I was safe. I tried to remember the dream that I was having. I could remember a gas station, surrounded by blackness, and all I could feel was the crushing loneliness. It was the same feeling I have every time I think about a life without David.

I was discharged shortly after David returned to the hospital room. We then went to pick up our stuff at the cabin. I could sense something was up with David, but I didn't want to press the point. It looked like he was trying to hide it from me, and whatever it was, it was upsetting him. I knew we weren't married anymore, but I wasn't going to be cast as the nagging wife even if I wasn't his...

"Hey, baby, how'd you sleep?" I looked over at David. There was a weight on his brow that told me everything I needed to know. Whatever was bothering him, was still bothering him. He'll tell me sooner or later, so I decided to act like nothing was wrong.

"I slept fine," I lied. If he was worrying about something, then I certainly wasn't going to add to that by telling him that I've been having bad dreams. Dreams without him in it. Fuck it, they were nightmares.

"That's good, because were almost there."

We hadn't been for away from the mansion for very long, but it felt like forever since I saw it last. Joseph was waiting for us at the front door, and I suspected that while I was sleeping David must have called ahead. There were also two cars in the driveway. One I recognized, David's dad's car, the other one I didn't recognize. I wondered who else was here.

Inside it didn't take me long to find out. There were three men sitting around the dining room table, stacks of papers and manila folders were strewn about the table. David's father was there, and Sen. Fredrickson, and there was a man that I didn't know, but he had the air of a lawyer. After my upbringing I could always pick out a lawyer from a group of people.

"Ah, here they are." David's dad spotted us first. "David, Mika, you remember Sen. Fredrickson."

David shook his hand, but I wrapped myself around David's waist. I still hadn't forgiven him. I knew it wasn't his fault, but a large part of me resented that he was even here.

"This is Mr. Graves. He works for the firm that represents our company, but he was kind enough to come here on a short notice. He thinks he may have found a possible solution." David's dad turned to Mr. Graves. He was a thin man, almost like he was stretched a little too much. Still, for a lawyer he had a kind enough face, and he did come all this way. I knew that the law firm that represented my father's company was located in Texas, Sophie came straight from there, it must've been very short notice.

"Mr. Simmons, Miss Attaco, unfortunately we can't restore your marriage, but we may have found something. As it turns out, the legal marrying age in the state of New Jersey happens to be sixteen."

"So this means we can get remarried before she turns eighteen?" David asked.

"Unfortunately it's not that simple."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I could feel that there was a catch.

Sen. Fredrickson was the first answer. "You can only get married at sixteen with written consent from your parent or guardian. Up until recently, your guardian was also your husband. Unfortunately, with the annulment that is no longer the case. In fact, things have gotten very tricky indeed."

"Tricky how?" I asked, again.

"The annulment really screwed things up. Unfortunately, there is no case law for this, so right now you're considered an orphan. With no known living family members, your case is been referred to a judge."

David's arm pulled me and tightly. "And what does that mean?"

"Well, Mr. Simmons, it means that the judge will have to decide whether or not to place her in foster care."

The room suddenly felt very cold. They couldn't take me away. I wouldn't let them take me away from David. "I won't go."

"Like I said before," Mr. Graves interrupted, "we were able to find something. There is precedence for guardianship to be given to a close friend of the family. I have already spoken to the judge, and she has agreed to transfer guardianship to your father's butler. Joseph is already agreed, but the judge did make a stipulation."

"I have to stay away," David said. Mr. Graves nodded, solemnly.

"It turns out that she is aware of a certain Internet rag. She's willing to let Joseph take guardianship, effective immediately. But, as of tomorrow, you will not be allowed to have any contact with each other until Miss Attaco is sixteen."

Sen. Fredrickson spoke up, "when you turn sixteen, all we will have to do is submit your father's letter to me, asking for the special dispensation, as proof of consent. With that letter, and as long as Joseph agrees, we can get you both remarried in seventeen months."

My head was spinning with all this new information. I wouldn't be allowed to see David, not for seventeen months. It felt like my heart was splitting into shards. I couldn't imagine not being able to see David, or hear his voice, but I was willing to put up with it. I hoped that David would too. "May I... May I speak with David for a moment in private?"

"Certainly Mika. Take all the time you need." David's father said. David and I walked out of the room, and up to my father's old room. If we were going to discuss this, it felt only appropriate for us to discuss our future in the room where all this began. In front of the fireplace where we made our vows.

The+Bard 18/03/13(Tue)04:03 No. 25446 ID: 8fc537

Bard here, I am still working on the next chapter but having a rough time with it. I want to do this right and that means giving it a lot of attention. I had to do a full rewrite twice. I won't let it fail but the weight of it has been taking a toll. It is a needed chapter, and we need to get through it before we get to the grand finale and the very hot and heavy payoff, so please accept my apologizes for taking so long with it but I promise a double post for bearing with me. I just really don't want to half ass this chapter.

The+Bard 18/03/18(Sun)04:42 No. 25454 ID: 2ec6f4

Good news everyone! Tomorrow will be the day I post my next TWO chapters. Two in one day! It's gonna be a good day.

The+Bard 18/03/18(Sun)20:11 No. 25456 ID: 2ec6f4

Next Chapter:


"This is where it all started." I put my fingers on the mantelpiece of the fireplace. This room had so many memories for me. This is where my father spent his final days, where I got married, where I told my father who my choice of husband would be – all these positive and negative feelings rolled around my stomach. It felt like I had two growling tomcats inside me, and they were fighting to the death. Now this room would house one more memory for me, the worst memory that I could ask for. This is where my father died. This is where my marriage will die too.

"Mika, I know how hard this must be for you."

Tears began to flow down my face. "Yeah..."

"It's hard for me too."

I couldn't help it. An unwanted giggling laughter bubbled up from my stomach. "These next seventeen months or so gonna suck." I wanted to stop laughing at this whole fucked up situation, but I just didn't have any more crying left in me. It felt like the only way I could express any emotion was through laughter.

I could feel David – he wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest, my giggling and crying melding into an unnatural sound. We sunk to the floor and stayed like that. I don't know for how long, but it was long enough.

"What did we do to deserve this?" I asked.

I could feel David shrug. "I don't think we did anything wrong. Sometimes bad things just happen in life and you have to roll with the punches. We just happen to cross paths with the shark of a woman, and she just decided to do us harm."

"And now we have to wait seventeen months."


"I'm going to miss you."

David didn't say anything, he just pulled me into a kiss. It wasn't like any kiss that we ever shared before. It wasn't a "how was your day" kiss, and it wasn't an "I want to devour you" kiss either. This was something different. It was only when he pulled back and I could look into his eyes, his beautiful, dark eyes – that's when it hit me.

"Mika, my Mika. I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. I know that this is going to be difficult, and it will be, but I promised to marry you. I didn't do it because of obligation. I didn't do it because I felt I had to. I did it because I love use so, so much it hurts. I've always wanted to be with you, forever. So, if I have to wait another seventeen months for our forever, willing to wait." David was looking at me with that serious look. It made my heart melt.

"I think that if you can wait, then I can wait."

David closed his eyes, as if he was in pain. It made me want to kiss him. I did, over and over again. Trying to kiss away his pain. I tried to get as many kisses as I could. Because this was it, this was the last time I would see him for seventeen months.

"Mika." He looked at me and I could tell her time was up.

"Yes, David?"

"I want you to make me a promise. A final promise. This one last promise. I want you to promise that when you turn sixteen... I want to meet up with you on your sixteenth birthday. I want to do this right. Like we should've done the first time around."

I looked in David's eyes, and honestly out of all the things he could have asked me to promise them, this one. This one promise was probably the easiest promise I would ever have to make, because there was nothing in the world that I would want more.

"Yes, David. I promise. I promise a thousand times that when I turned sixteen we will do this right. I promise that when that day comes we will never be separated ever again."

He gave me one last kiss, then he was gone. He was gone, and it felt like a large chunk of my heart went with him. Even as Joseph tried to comfort me on the floor of my father's room, the only thing that I could get out between the gut wrenching sobs that racked my body was "I promise... I promise."


My house was empty. More than empty, it was a void. I walked around the couch in the living room, remembering her here. I remember the way she used to sit, her feet curled up underneath her, her head resting on my shoulder as we watched a movie.

I looked over to the kitchen, where she would cook me delicious meals, always my favorite foods, always more than I deserved.

It was well past three in the morning. I was so tired, but I couldn't sleep. The bed still smelled like her. Like us. When I closed my eyes I could almost feel the warmth of her, and its absence made me feel cold. Colder than I'd ever felt before. A cold that was like death. Without Mika here to fill me up with her light, her life, I was just a husk.

They say that home is where the heart is, and I've been always skeptical of that saying. This house used to be a home. It felt like home when Mika was here. Now, too late, I realized the truth in that saying. My heart was a long way down the road, next to a fireplace in a large mansion. My heart was far away, and my home was to.

The clerk at the liquor store looked at me with confusion. It was the kind of look that you give someone that you know, but you can't quite remember where you've seen them before. I didn't care. He rang up the five or six bottles of amber and clear liquid. I'd heard that drinking dolls pain, and right now my pain was greater than I'd ever felt. I doubt it very much that foul-smelling liquid could numb this pain, but I was willing to try anything. I just couldn't sleep. I needed to sleep.

Back at home, I poured some of the liquid into a glass. The bottle said it was whiskey, and I filled up about half the glass. There was something awful about the vapors coming off of the whiskey. When I held up the glass it made my jaw clench, in the same way rancid milk sent a shudder down my spine from just smelling it. I stole a sip from the cup, and I immediately spit out the liquid onto the floor. It was horrendous. It was like liquid fire, and all it did was add on to the pain.

I picked up the bottle and threw it against the front door of my house. House, not a home. It shattered into a million pieces and sprayed amber liquid from floor to ceiling. It made everything smell foul. It made everything smell how I felt, foul.

Knock, knock, knock.

I woke up laying on the floor, my head pounding. I finally found my drink of choice. It was something called rum and it was in a white bottle with a palm tree on it. It tasted sweet. At least it tasted sweet last night, but right now it made everything taste vile.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door. Someone was at the door. I wondered who the hell could be.

I opened the door, and there stood Rachel, Mika's friend. She didn't say anything, she just looked me up and down, and she knew. I don't know if Mika asked her to look in on me, or she could just tell from my sorry state, but I didn't care. She didn't say a word the entire time she was there. She just help me clean up, made me drink water and eat some leftover soup, and kept me company. She just sat there and let me cry, with no judgment. This, this was why she was Mika's friend. Only Mika would be able to find the one girl in middle school who could sit by and watch her former teacher cry, and only offer compassion, no judgment, no pity, and no disgust. Just compassion, and sympathy.

Shortly after, Samar came over and helped me get back on my feet. He helped me get my job back, and he and Rachel took it upon themselves to walk with me to work every morning. I can honestly say if it weren't for them, I probably wouldn't have survived those seventeen excruciating months. They were truly good friends.

The+Bard 18/03/18(Sun)20:12 No. 25457 ID: 2ec6f4

And Another!:


“Please pass up your tests and I will collect them.”

It’s December and right before winter break. The snow is falling in light flakes that stick to the windows of my class room- The same classroom that Mika gave me our first blow job. Today is the day I have been waiting for, Mika’s sixteenth birthday. I was planning to head out immediately from school to see her. I want it to be a surprise, one of many surprises I have in store for her today. I just hope after all this time she still wants me.

I was very lucky that the Headmaster decided to give me my old job back. It seems like there wasn’t nearly as much of an uproar among the parents, and even a few divorced single mothers expressed their… Appreciation, at me returning to my post. One of them even slipped me a phone number. I never took her up on that offer but at least I didn’t have to give up my career. At this point barely anyone bothered to remember what happened over a year ago.

Nancy Patterson was no longer an issue. It turns out she decided to break a few federal laws when she went after a reclusive industrialist and one of her hacker minions confessed to breaking into his company servers on her direct orders to dig up some dirt. She got a few years and hopefully her felony conviction will ruin her ability to harm anyone else for a while.

I looked over the tests. My plan was to grade them before I headed down to Mika’s to give her the little box I kept in my jacket pocket ever since Rachel helped me pick it out. She told me that it was perfect for Mika, and I couldn’t have agreed more. It was perfect.

Last I heard from Rachel, Mika was doing very well at her new High School. It was an all girl’s school closer to her home, and while Rachel was able to see her every weekend, she was under strict orders not to tell me anything more than she was all right, and superficial things like how she was liking her new school. I suspect those orders came from Mika herself, to spare me from hearing how miserable she was being forced to stay away from me. I could read between the lines, but thankfully that exile ends today.

My work all done, I pick up my bag and stand up from my desk. For the last few minutes of my work I felt eyes on me, and when I looked over to the door I met them. Green eyes. The eyes that I dreamed about for months to see, and here they were.

“Mika.” I whisper her name, not wanting to say it louder just in case saying it would make her disappear. She may be an illusion, created by my overactive and overeager imagination. Then she spoke.

“Hi, David.”

My heart beat in my chest like a jackhammer. “Hi.” My voice is hoarse. I can’t believe she’s here.

She walks around the room, and slips into the seat she used to sit in when she was in my class. “It’s been a long time.”

These past seventeen months have changed her. There is something more mature about her. She sits taller in the seat, and it’s clear that she gained a few inches, and her hair is a few inches longer. Her face has a more womanly shape, no longer the face of a young girl- She has the face of the super model she was always destined to grow up into. The curves of her body are even more pronounced, making her look like a goddess come to Earth to bless the pathetic mortal that I am with her presence.

My mouth is dried up.

"You know, it's almost strange to be sitting in the seat again." Mika says, "it's almost like a dream from another lifetime. Has it only been seventeen months?"

I take a deep breath. "I honestly have no idea. It feels like a thousand years since I last saw you, and now that you're here... You've changed so much."

She gives me a look, somewhere between pain and sadness. We've lost so much time, time that we should've spent growing together, but a large part of me is afraid. I'm afraid that the girl that I fell in love with is no longer a person that exists. The last time I saw her, there was still so much about her that was a little girl, but now she's a woman. A stunningly beautiful woman. If she could change so much on the outside, what are the chances that she's changed on the inside too. What if, over the time that she's been gone, she doesn't want to be with me anymore. What if she wasn't the same Mika who loves me. Loved me.

"Is it bad that I've changed?" She looks at me. She looks through me, like she always has. I forgot about this. There's nothing I could hide from her, I realized at that moment I don't want to hide this from her. I don't want to hide my fear. Nothing good ever came from hiding my feelings from her.

"Change is never bad, Mika. Everything changes. The thing that I'm afraid of, is that you've changed so much you'll no longer want me." There, I said it.

Mika bursts out laughing. It's a loud hysterical laugh, the kind you get when you watch a Mel Brooks movie for the first time.

"Oh my God, David! That's what I was afraid of two!" With that, we could jumps out of her seat and I'm engulfed in her scent. Her lips are pressed up against mine, a kiss so passionate that it feels like my lips will burn off. Her arms wrap around my neck and she pulls me in deeper. So deep that when she finally pulls back I've realized that I forgot to breathe.

"Does this mean you still love me?"

Her smile is radiant, and in it I can see my Mika. The same girl that cook me dinner every night. The same girl that drove me wild. She still here, and she still wants me. "Yes, yes! A thousand times yes!"

I pull her back into my kiss. Were nothing but lips and limbs, trying to express in touch what words never could. I feel my blue button down shirt start to unbutton, and I find my hands reciprocating on her blouse, sending it to the floor. Underneath is a lacy black bra containing her ample breasts – I swear that they've gotten bigger – and it finds its way on the floor as well.


David pulls me in and kisses me like I'm the only source of air in the entire room. In these past seventeen months I learned a lot about my body, but it takes me by surprise how much I need this man. My nipples are as hard as diamonds, and I swear my panties aren't just wet, they're a thin piece of fabric valiantly holding back the flood in excruciating heat from my pussy. Every time he kisses me I can feel my desire shooting directly through my core.

"Oh, David!" His fingers reach down under my skirt, and find their way to the apex of my thighs. His fingers begin massaging, instantly finding my clit and teasing me so much that I feel I might explode. So quickly, too quickly, my body detonates in a shattering orgasm and I bite my lip to stop crying out. When my wits returned to me, he still going at it, and I can feel another orgasm building. "David... Please... Don't make me wait any longer."

Without another word he lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist. His mouth is on mine, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, and all I can do is whimper. Before I realize what's going on, I'm laying down on his desk.

"Oh God, Mika, you're so perfect."

I can't even respond. I'm laying back on his desk, my breasts exposed, but I'm still wearing far too much. I came here right from school, and our dress code requires us to wear stockings over her panties. I think that this is going to slow him down – I was wrong.

He tears through the gossamer fabric of my stockings like they were an afterthought. I looked down as he's pushing my panties aside, and he's naked – when the hell did that happen?

I don't have very much time to think, because he's already thrust inside me. I forgot how big David is, he's filling me, stretching me in every way. His cock is reaching all the way back to my cervix. It's so big, I almost can't breathe. Before I can adjust the long forgotten, familiar sensation, he begins to move.

He pounds into me, and my pelvis thrusts back into him, and we are both completely out of control. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to his, and his follows soon after. His cock jerks inside me and I can feel his warmth coating my walls and filling me.

Thank fuck! I needed that.

After we both come back down to Earth from the Heaven we sent ourselves to, he picks himself off of me. “That was-”

“Amazing.” I finish for him. I honestly forgot how much sex with David felt, and it felt wonderful. So much that… “Shit!”

I forgot. Oh, how could I have forgotten something so important! I just got caught up in the moment and lost myself in the man I love. The man who just… I quickly hopped off of his desk, making a quick mental check off the bucket list, and quickly got dressed. I couldn’t run to the bathroom buck naked, but I had to wash. Maybe it wasn’t too late.

David just looked at me, bemused. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, David. I completely forgot, I stopped taking the pill. I brought condoms but… Oh, I’m so fucking stupid!” David just laughed, how could he laugh at me.

“It’s fine, Mika. It will all be fine.”

“No, it won’t. This is literally the worst possible day for this to happen. Like, prime fertility day! Stop laughing!” I stomp my foot, but his laughing as he pulls up his boxers is infectious, and full of joy, and I can’t help but start to laugh too. “It’s not funny!”

“It kinda is,” David says, “Because it gives me a better reason to give you this…”

“Give me what- Oh, God!” He’s down on his knee, clad only in his boxers, and in his hand is a small, blue velvet box, open and presenting the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. But why give me a ring on his knee if… If… My brain decided to take a vacation.

“Mika, I want to do this right this time. I love you more than anything in the world and these fast seventeen months have been hell without you.” My brain sends me a post card from Brazil. “I never want to be apart ever again, and I want to be married to you again. Will you be my wife?” 404 error, brain not found. “Will you marry me… Again?”

I can’t speak, only nod like a fool and cry. It is only after a few moments that I am able to catch my brain somewhere on Safari in Africa that I am able to say, “Yes! Yes! A thousand times! Yes!”

The+Bard 18/03/23(Fri)16:47 No. 25468 ID: ce5d4c

... Soon. The grand finale... Sooner than you think... Get excited.

The+Bard 18/03/27(Tue)22:42 No. 25469 ID: 57f605

Here we go:


I am surrounded by white and lace, and my best friend is fussing around the large room like a demon hungry for the soul of whoever hid the makeup case.

“Where the fuck is it,” Rachel grunted as she threw boxes and bags aside like she’s Godzilla and the surrounding packaging a hapless city. I bite my lip to keep the sides of my mouth from turning up, because if she knew how amusing she was being right now, I would never make it out the door, much less down the aisle. It has only been three months since David proposed to me, and we tried to run off to Las Vegas that day, but David’s dad insisted we have a real wedding, and to be honest Rachel would have killed me if I denied her the chance to be my maid of honor.

The wedding dress is perfect. It is a tea length dress with lace straps and white beads literally everywhere. It sparkles when the light hits it just right and the things it does to my boobs - which have gotten even bigger - makes me slightly worried that I will knock David out before he can say his vows. My smile accidentally breaks through.

“Are you smirking at me, Mikayla Attaco?” Rachel is glaring at me like her eyes could shoot me through with daggers.

“Who’s smirking? Why would I, the bride to be, be smirking on this day of all days.” I feign scandal, and it drags out a giggle from Rachel that I appreciate. It’s calming, which I kinda needed since my stomach has just became the new home to a whole flock of butterflies… Is it a flock? Herd? Blessing? No, that’s Unicorns. Unicorns made of virgin strawberry daiquiris… Oh, no!

I bolt to the bathroom just in time to unload the contents of my breakfast into the toilet. Bacon and Maple pancakes with jelly smeared on top was wonderful going down, but not so tasty on the way back out. I puke until I can’t puke anymore, and then I puke some more, letting the dry heaves wreak my face. I’m so glad I didn’t have my makeup on yet, or the undignified tears would have ruined it completely.

“Mika, are you all right?”

I can only retch in response.

Rachel comes into the bathroom. “Mika, you’re pale… I mean more than usual. Are you sick?”

I must be, there is no other explanation. I must have caught the flu, but I have no idea where I could have gotten it from. David and I haven’t been around anyone sick, and I know that when I get sick like this the thought of food, even as an idea, is absolutely revolting, but right now I would sell my soul for mustard covered pickles, and I have mustard with a demonic passion. I am so glad David loves Italian food…

I begin to wretch at the thought of garlic and tomatoes. “Mika, what do you need. Tell me. Should I call David?”

“No,” I gasp, catching my breath from the waves of nausea, “But I would kill a puppy for some mustard right about now.”

Rachel just stares at me, taking in my statement like I grew two heads and started speaking in Latin, backwards. “Mika, you hate mustard.”

“I know, but right now I could eat a whole tub of the stuff.”

Rachel’s gaze swept over me, hunched over the toilet, and then her eyes shoot as open as her mouth. “Mika when was the last time you had your period?”

“Why does that have anything to do with…” Wait… I start doing mental math and then it hits me like a ton of brick lightning. “Oh…”


“A week before David proposed to me, I think.”

Like the speed of a cartoon mouse that I won’t mention, Rachel bolts out of the room, leaving me alone in the room. Adrenaline pounds through my veins and my heart seems to have lodged itself in my throat, and for some reason it has gotten way too cold in the room, and there isn’t enough air. Rachel returns a few minutes later with three white stick looking things.

“I asked the wedding planner lady’s staff and they had a few of these.”


“Mika, didn’t you take Sex Ed?”

I glare at her. “Rachel you know damn well I did. They didn’t teach us anything about these.”

“These are pregnancy tests, just pee on the ends.” I don’t have much of a choice and after a few embarrassing minutes, I am looking at the little windows on the tests. One has two blue lines, one with a plus, and one that helpfully uses words… Pregnant. The deafening shriek that I am hearing is not coming from me, but from just next to me. I would be screaming too, but my brain decided to take another vacation and left me all alone to process the news without it. Fickle bitch.

“Oh, my, God! You’re going to be a mom! I’m going to be an aunt!” Rachel is jumping up and down like she had just lost her mind, and to be honest it feels like I have lost my mind too. Pregnant? I’m pregnant… With David’s baby… I look over to the mirror and see that I am grinning like a lunatic, and if my brain didn’t just skip town like it owed me money, I would send it away because this seems like the perfect time to lose it. So I do.

Suddenly, there is a banging on the door.

“Mika! Rachel! Are you all right in there?” David’s frantic voice is on the other side, and Rachel runs to the door right before David can open in. As soon as the door opens an inch it is slammed shut again, Rachel having body checked it.

“No seeing the bride! It’s bad luck!” I feel a bubble of giggles rumble up inside me.


“No ‘buts’! Were fine. She’s fine. You leave! The ceremony is in fifteen minutes and I still need to do her makeup, so get your scrawny ass down there and make yourself look presentable.”

I hear a huff and then footsteps walking away, and I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. “Can you even do my makeup in fifteen minutes?”

“Mika, I can work miracles in fifteen minutes. You don’t even need blush.” Rachel proclaims.

My makeup and dress are done to perfection with plenty of time to spare. I just hope I can keep a dry face when I tell David I have more good news than he would have ever thought possible. When the music starts and the doors open, all eyes are on me, but the only pair of eyes I care about are the dark eyes that are waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Joseph comes in and escorts me to my future, and I try very hard to blink away the stinging behind my eyes. It feels like my emotions are about to explode out of me, only to be topped over by my heart beating like a drum.

David is looking at me with that “I-worship-you” look on his face. Darling, the feeling is so mutual. I look into his wonderful eyes, while the priest speaks. I barely remember speaking my vows. All I remember is the beautiful man standing in front of me, effortlessly being everything I could have wished for, and more.

“I pronounce you man, and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Out of all the kisses I have shared with David, this one kiss beats the panties off of all of them. I can’t even hear the cheering, and I couldn’t care less if I imagined all of it. I have my husband back, and this time there is nothing that will take him away from me ever again. Not stupid reporters, or idiotic senators, or judgmental judges. This time, David is all mine, and I am his, and that is that.

“Finally, we are together again.” David whispers in my ear.

I lean over to his ear. “Three of us.” I return. David pulls back and gives me a bemused expression… Then his eyes grow wide.

“You mean?”

I couldn’t keep the smile on my face confined even if I wanted to. “Surprise.” How I survived the night with so much joy now that my life was giving me everything I could ask for, I have no idea. So many people live without a happily ever after, and I have mine, for the second time in my life. Who could have asked for more?

The next morning I wake up in Hawaii, David asleep next to me. I look down on his face. You can ask any woman in love, and they will tell you the same thing, their men look adorable when they sleep. Well mine puts all of them to shame. I can watch him all day, but I have a surprise for him. I walk over to my suitcase and pull out the little wrapped package in the back.

I slink off into the bathroom, and when I pull out the slinky white bikini that I know my man will go crazy over, I suddenly feel like I have turned into the color green. I can barely keep my hair out of the way while I find out that our dinner last night is nowhere near as good as I remembered it. Just as I am about to lose my grip on my hair, as a new and even more forceful bout of morning sickness ravages my face, a strong grip takes over and I can feel a warm, gentile hand on my back.

“It’s OK, I got you.” At least one of us can be sexy, because those have got to be the hottest five words ever spoken to me, easily beating out “I just got you chocolate.”

When I am done, David pulls me into his arms, mashing my snot and vomit covered face into his perfect, muscled chest. Sexy gone.

“David, no. I am disgusting!” My attempts to push away are easily beaten by the very same muscles I am trying to get away from.

“I don’t care. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter what. A little morning sickness is not going to ruin how hard I am. You’re having my baby, and I can’t find anything that would make you more attractive.” Move over Timberlake, because my man just brought sexy back.

After a hot shower, and breakfast, David brings me back into bed. I tried to protest, I really did, but we are here for four weeks and I can’t be throwing up in the pool. Whoever called it morning sickness should get their ass kicked. It’s all day sickness.

Around noon, I start to feel a whole lot better, and a whole lot hornier. One thing the pregnancy book I got on my E-Reader warned me about was that my hormones would lead to… Fun times… Lots and lots of fun times. Now that I can smell the scent of my man, which I never noticed before has a bit of a pine scent - My thighs are now a flood zone.

I squeeze my legs together, hoping that he doesn’t notice the heat radiating off of my body. I have fucked this man, seen him naked and he has seen me, and yet right now I am as shy as a virgin on prom night. Not that I would know, my prom isn’t for another year.

David has a wicked gleam in his eye. “I want to taste you.” I turn into a puddle.

His strong hands part my legs, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my sensitive folds, making me quiver with need. I just want him to ram his dick into me, but I know what is going to happen. David is going to consume me slowly, and that just makes it so much hotter.

Before I can even think to plead my case, that I need him now, his mouth overtakes my soaking pussy. He drinks from my core like a man dying of thirst and my juices are the only thing saving him from death. His tongue circles my clit, never actually touching it, torturing me as he moved down my slit to the opening, and I can feel him push it inside me, tasting and licking everything. Oh, God! I feel the pressure build, and just before I can’t take anymore, he moves back up to my clit and presses his tongue down hard, setting me off as I scream out my orgasm.

Is it the pregnancy that is making me so sensitive, or David? I have no clue, and I don’t fucking care.

“One.” David smirks at me. Before I can respond, his finger is inside me, rubbing on that cluster of nerves on the top of my pussy wall, and I moan like a doe in heat. Sex should never feel this amazing, and yet it would be a crime if it didn’t. I don’t know what I’m babbling about, and I don’t care one bit. I am just enjoying every moment with my husband.

I come again before I realize it. “Four.”

Four? Where the hell did Two and Three go? But my legs and pussy tingle like I must have had them. I don’t know anymore. I don’t care. Jesus, I am so wired on and come-drunk that I’m repeating myself.

I feel a pressure as I finally am able to look down and see David’s massive cock pressing up against me, and in one quick, wet stoke he is stretching me all the way to my depths. My body shudders from yet another orgasm, and I can’t believe I came just by him entering me!

As my tremors start to subside, David starts to move. I almost cry out in protest when he starts to pull out of me, but those complaints are smothered as his length slams back into me, making me moan out in pleasure. Oh, he feels like heaven. No! Chocolate Brownie Cake! Smothered in fudge. Pickles.


David is looking at me, his thrusting stopped by my unintentional proclamation. “Pregnancy thing, just keep fucking me David. Fuck me until I can’t remember my name. Please.” He does. My mind loses itself to the pleasure and I come again and again. For how long? How many times? I have no idea. I am his, mind body and soul, and right now my soul feels like it’s complete. I am a whole woman, and I am never, ever going to let this feeling get away from me ever again.

I wake up to the night outside and only one bedside lamp on, and David is lying next to me in the bed, his arms wrapped around me like he’s my personal blanket. My eyes are still heavy with post getting-fucked-so-hard-I-forgot-where-I-was-or-who-I-was exhaustion and bliss.

“How many times?” I ask.

He just chuckles and kisses me deeply. When he pulls back he just whispers in my ear. “Twelve.”

My eyes close, and I sigh out a sleepy, content breath. “A new record.”

“One I intend to beat by the end of the week.”

“Mmmm. Promise?”

“I promise.”

The+Bard 18/03/27(Tue)22:43 No. 25470 ID: 57f605



A flash of red curly hair and green eyes is all I see before I am dodging the bowl of soup. It has been two years since my daughter, Avaline, was born, and I am shocked by how much she looks like her mother. All except her nose, that one is mine, and the temper she clearly got from me too. I sure as hell hope she grows out of it, because if these terrible two’s become terrible three’s then we are in a hell of a lot of trouble.

“Ava, sweetie. Please calm do-” I wince as a plastic baby spoon cracks me in the nose. It doesn’t hurt but you try and not wince when a thing flies into your face!

After we got married, Mika and I became the hottest thing for the tabloids for a while, and then when it became clear she was pregnant, there was a lot of speculation and none too kind accusations from the talking heads on the news networks. We didn’t care. We had each other and our darling child made us too exhausted to pay much attention. One thing they never tell you, is that babies have a sleep schedule that is specifically designed to make sure you don’t. I took a leave of absence from the school to care for Ava while Mika finished up getting her High School diploma, which she did in record time, skipping a grade or two and still graduating Valedictorian… She can be scary focused sometimes.

Now she was getting a degree in business online while also taking over her father’s company. If I was an insecure man, I would probably be a mess right now. She made my impressive accomplishments look like child’s play while becoming the youngest CEO of one of the top companies in the world. On top of all that, she still insists on cooking during the weekends for her family and has kept me so oversexed at nights, and at random times when we find those precious moments during the day when she’s home, I honestly don’t know if I will survive.

That’s the reason I let her sleep in whenever I can. I love taking care of our daughter and I love taking care of my wife- At least when she lets me.

Right now, however, I am dealing with a two year old with a volcanic temper and a sudden hatred for chicken noodle soup, which up until five minutes ago was her favorite food of all time.

“No! Boop!”

“Ava, please. Calm down. What do you want?”

Nuclear meltdown.

As I dodge a sippy cup, Mika enters the kitchen of our new house.

“Honey, just give her a yogurt cup.” I do and the tantrum ends as quickly as it came into being.

“How do you do that?”

“I’m mom. We have superpowers.” She winks at me in that way that tells me she knows all. I am beginning to think giving birth to our child gave her the ability to read minds. “I can’t read minds, David.”

I am beginning to question my reality.

“Sorry we woke you up.”

“I was getting up before Hurricane Ava hit. It was just a convenient excuse to get out of bed.” Sauntering around the room with those dangerous hips she grew from delivery, wearing nothing but a night gown that barely covered her thighs and nothing else, I knew, she began to make coffee.

“Don’t you have work today?” I asked, since it was a Monday.

“I called out. I was going to spend the day celebrating.”

What was she talking about? I know it isn’t our anniversary, and our birthdays are still months away. “What are we celebrating?”

She smirked a knowing smile. She had a secret and I knew it was a big one. She opened a drawer, the one that held papers that we never go through, like receipts and bills that we paid but haven’t turned over to the accountants yet. “What’s going on?” I asked, nerves prickling along my skin.

“Well, Friday was my physical. You know the one where they want to know the CEO isn’t going to die from chicken pox or what not. They did blood work and apparently…”

She handed me the paperwork, and it only too me a moment to find that magical word. “Does this mean?”

She grinned.

“We are?”

She nodded.

“Another baby?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman, but it must have been really good. Our family is growing, and our love is deepening, and as I look back on our lives so far I can find no regrets. I look forward to the birth of our son, and the many sons and daughter that will follow, but most of all I will look forward to our happily ever after. Mika deserves nothing less.

I kiss her back. When she pulls away to catch her breath I pull her in for another and another.

“Wait till Ava takes her nap.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Are you sure you’re never going to get tired of me?” She kisses my cheek.

“I can’t ever get tired of you, Mrs. Simmons.” I kiss her neck.

“Are you sure about that, Mr. Simmons?”

“It’s a promise, Mrs. Simmons.” I kiss her once more, and then again, and again, and again. I will lover her until the day that I die, and then beyond.

I promise.


The+Bard 18/03/27(Tue)22:49 No. 25471 ID: 57f605

That's right people! I am done with the story. But stay tuned, because the naughty bonus story is on the way. Thank you so much for reading and enjoying.

Don't worry, just because David and Mika ended their story doesn't mean I am done spinning tales. I have so many more. This will never be goodbye. Only till the next time.

C. Bard

odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/04/02(Mon)23:05 No. 25496 ID: 3093c9

I am enjoying this story so far. It's kind of like the Purge, in that once you get past the unbelievable premise, it leads to a pretty good story. I'm about halfway through right now, I like how sweet and innocent the relationship is, even with the filthy constant fucking. Nancy is a fucking cunt and I hope she gets raped into having a good attitude in the sequel.

The+Bard 18/04/05(Thu)19:05 No. 25497 ID: 6e6286

The best kind of story to write starts off with a bullshit premise and then you get to forge it into something that makes sense in the context of the world.

Nancy may or may not pop up again in a future story. To be honest she was a little 2D because my planning for this story was lacking. If I worked on her a little more she would have been a better villain and I would be more interested in her. I am working on filling out my pre-writing system before I jump into the next story I write. The bonus story will come sometime this summer. I hope you do enjoy the whole story.

You know what? Who wants to see a Nancy get what's coming to her? I think two bonus stories may be in order, the planned one and then maybe a Nancy should learn her place. Majority rule. If you want to see this happen I will make it happen. If there is interest, I will write it. After such a sweet filthy love story I am kinda in the mood to write something... Brutal.

Anonymous 18/04/06(Fri)16:16 No. 25499 ID: 9e0bc8

I'd read it, your writing is pretty damn hot

Anonymous 18/04/10(Tue)18:53 No. 25503 ID: e4b8b7

If I'm honest, the ending of the Nancy thread was the only one that I was less than fully satisfied by, so a story giving her a well thought through and wholehearted comeuppance would be well received; I hope you write it. Thanks for the time and effort you've put in for our benefits.

The+Bard 18/04/10(Tue)21:05 No. 25504 ID: 2f5c67


Working on it now. In the planning phase, so for a 7000-10,000 word short story... Give me a month or two. Once I actually get down to writing it, it should take a week, but the plotting phase usually takes me a little bit to chew on.

Anonymous 18/04/23(Mon)12:34 No. 25520 ID: c60b6a

Can't wait

The+Bard 18/05/14(Mon)18:38 No. 25543 ID: b3b605

Update: I have the outline almost done and will start working on "Breaking Nancy" real soon.

Also I will be taking a class pretty soon to take my writing to the next (professional) level. Turns out I have been having a ton of fun working with my spouse on writing a few stories in between working on BN, and they have been encouraging me to get some stuff published.

I will be releasing BN as a free stand alone E-Book as well as posting it here when it is done. I ask you all to have patience, because this all is going to take some time, but you should have a more polished story when I am done. Maybe even a few more goodies while I am at it.

Until then, thank you for reading, enjoying and being so kind.


Anonymous 18/05/23(Wed)12:18 No. 25553 ID: 0e2b21

Nah, I meant Nancy McBitch. If you blackmail and threaten someone and his happiness, chances are you end up gnawed by raccoons deep in the woods. I'm sure David has at least the number of a "Tony" who can make people disappear..

The+Bard 18/05/26(Sat)18:38 No. 25558 ID: 795336


Would breaking her mind and turning her into a sex puppet for the enjoyment of a Billionaire bent on revenge work for you? I would say he breaks her soul too, but to be honest I am not entirely sure she ever had one.


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