“You blew your fortune on me,” she said, feeling terribly guilty. “I always assumed you were just spending your inheritance because you were dying, too.”
“Hey, easy now. I’m not poor. I’ll make six figures this year, and twice that next year when I get my first bonus. Don’t you worry about money. Besides, we have enough footage to shoot a reality show. Maybe you could write a book on how you beat leukemia, then go on Oprah. You’re a dynamic public speaker -- I saw you make entire audiences weep. You could make big bucks just giving speeches. Or maybe try modeling. Or porn. Really, Mara, you should figure out how you want to spend the rest of your life.”
“I want to spend it with you. And I don’t want to have sex with anyone else anymore. Only you can have me from now on.”
“Thank God!” Michael looked so relieved. “I almost murdered everyone in your last orgy when you passed out covered in cum.”
Mara fell into his arms and wept uncontrollably. For once, she didn’t want to have sex. Or even get high. Michael, ever practical, watched the game she recorded to give her time to collect herself. Her emotions spent the last year on a roller coaster. She didn’t know how to live a normal life.
She would rather die than live without him, and he would rather spend his last penny if it meant a little more time together.
“I’m pregnant,” his wife told him.
“I hope the baby isn’t black,” her white husband replied, hoping that didn’t sound racist.
“You’d stay with me not knowing if the baby is yours?”
“I swore to stay with you til death do us part. I even put it in writing. And an abortion doesn’t feel right, given your near death experience.”
“You haven’t had a bad idea yet. I love you so much, Michael.”
“I love you too much, Mara.”
The End
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SUMMARIES AND EXCERPTS FROM OTHER STORIES
THE PREACHER'S SLUT
The town’s ultra-conservative mega-preacher obsesses over sexual immorality, so when his daughter rebels on her 18th birthday, she does so with a bang by seducing the town’s leading self-righteous hypocrites in an orgy of revenge. Yet sparking a wave of sexual scandals reveals a secret that her parents have been keeping from her since her birth, and will bring everyone to their knees.
EXCERPTS:
"First, I'm gonna swallow your juice, then I'm gonna beg you to take my virginity. If you haven't made me cum by my birthday party, the deal's off."
She swallowed the last inch and felt his pubes tickle her nose. Nothing in the world tastes like clean cock. Its deliciousness reminded her of the first time she tried Kentucky Fried Chicken.
He sank his middle finger into her pussy, and it felt like a toe in a Jacuzzi.
Danny continued thrusting until she stopped finger fucking his asshole. She collapsed on his lap, spent, her finger still up his chute. He rolled down the window and a cool breeze gave him everything he needed except a beer and pizza.
She rode the older man's cock while her new boyfriend tried to get a digit up her butt without touching his father's dick. No sooner did he get it in, than it kept slipping out. It was liking trying to kiss someone on a trampoline.
Success in a man is like youth in a woman.
As he picked up the pace, her eyes turned blank as she rode the train to Orgasm Town. Hoo-hoo! She seemed zoned out on Zen and the Art of Taking Multiple Cocks. When the orgasm hit her, she arched her back and screamed like a psycho.
They say some men prefer thick thighs, and some skinny thighs, but most guys want something in between.
Her ankles on his shoulders, he fucking nailed her to a cross. His father made her cum good, so he had to make her cum better. He opened his eyes to see Faith looking at him like he was a fucking God. The sheer amazement and gratitude in her eyes overwhelmed him. His cock coughed, then coughed again, like shotgun blasts, each recoil staggering him.
She wanted to get caught. She wanted everyone to know she was a total slut, a cheap whore, a piece of shit. The prospect of public humiliation revved her engine like a foot on the gas petal. If Faith was only happy when it rained, then there must be a shit storm coming because she never felt better. Walking on a tightrope wasn't enough. She needed to tempt fate until she fell in an orgy of public destruction.
"Doctor, the cum you licked from my pussy belonged to Mr. Stevenson." While the doctor threw up in the hazardous waste bin, Faith collected her cameras. She had sex with four men that day. What a great birthday!