It has been 10 months since my baby girl Brianna was born. Her sweet smile lights every day, and her voice is the most heavenly thing I have ever heard. Her cheeks are always rosy and her eyes grey like steel. One day she will fetch the eye of a handsome stranger like I once did, and he will fall head over heals in love with her.
Till then, she is mine to cherish, love and protect. Of course, with the help of Sebastian her ever protective dad. He is always rescuing her from whatever trouble she finds herself in. Trust me it usually is plenty and sometimes he even has a hand in it. Laughing, I find that I can’t stop as I watch them playing in the rose garden and wrestling.
He is so sweet with her and the perfect daddy a girl could ever ask for or hope to have. As I watch them, a lone tear frees itself from the corner of my eye when I remember that I almost died that day. If I had, I would have never been
His calloused hand caresses her leg just barely, as it follows the curve of her inner thigh slowly but surely. The index finger glides further up till it reaches her wet center and finds her folds before pausing. She can sense that he is hesitant, but she ushers him forward with a smile while staring into his ocean blue eyes. Taking his hand, she urges him on and as soon as she feels his large finger enter her, she awakens. "Shit!" Kaitlyn exclaims as she wipes the sleep out of her eyes. She finds herself wondering why she always has these dreams, but they never finish. Usually, she gets farther along though and sometimes they even feel like they are real. Getting up, she realizes what time it is. "Damnit! I am so late." She mutters to herself as she tries to unwrap her legs from the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets. The one treat that she allowed herself a few months ago when she was feeling depressed.
Walking out the door, she gets mixed feelings of sadness and regret, but also a sense of panic grips her again. As she returns home, she gets the mail and sets it on her kitchen table. When she eats dinner later that night, she notices the letter from the attorney. "That's odd." She remarks to herself as she opens it. Reading the letter, she moves to the living room and sits down in her leather recliner. "Wow! Is this real?" The letter details how her dad she never knew had died and left her quite a bit of money. In order to transfer the money to her account, she must meet with the attorney. Shocked, she briefly thinks to call her mom and ask her why she told her that her father had been dead for so many years. This was clearly not the case. What would make her lie to her all these years? Instead of confronting her immediately, she decides to wait till aft
Kaitlyn wakes up the next morning and finds a text on her phone from the cop. Jon had asked what time he could pick her up tonight? A bit presumptuous, but cute, so she tells him 7 pm would be good. It will give her enough time to get a shower this evening and dressed up. She barely ever puts on make up, but this time she will add a splash of pink to her cheeks and some lip gloss. That will make her look fresh. After laying there for a few more minutes, she decides to get up and make breakfast. Looking around her small but cheery kitchen, she wonders how rich people live. Surely, they wouldn't be happy with her little home. But then again, she is just renting. Maybe she could start looking for a bigger scale house. Who knows? Some day she might find someone who she wants to make a family with. After breakfast, she sits down and contemplates whether she should look for a house firs
Well, it is 7:02 pm. Her hair is brushed and neatly put up in a loose bun so little pieces of hair frame her face. A little lip gloss and pink blush lightly brushed on makes her image perfect in the mirror. “It’s as perfect as it’s going to get.” She murmurs under her breath. Kaitlyn is wearing a soft peach cotton dress that goes to the middle of her thighs. Not too high and not too low. A pair of dark brown sandals that latch around her ankles and a small dark brown purse for her money and i.d., just in case they go to a club. At 7:30 exactly, she hears a knock at the door. Checking her reflection one more time in the hall mirror, she opens the door. Jon is standing there with an exquisite bouquet of red roses. “Mm, my favorite. Red roses are so beautiful.” She states while eyeing him up and down. Score one for the cute cop. After taking the flowers, she leads him in to take care of them
Kaitlyn wakes up and looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It is flashing 4:09. She has managed to have sex four times in one night with a man who is great in bed and good company. She could get used to this. Her body was telling her about it though. She had to pee, but her legs didn't want to work so well.Dragging herself out of bed, she had to will herself to move. After all, her legs were sore from top to bottom and well, she felt like she had just ridden a horse for a week. Not to mention, her pussy ached deeply. She didn't know if it ached because he wasn't in her or that he had been in her so many times. Kaitlyn would definitely have to tell one of her friends about this night for sure.After she made it back to bed she curled up on her side and he turned over and snuggled up next to her. The smile on her face just couldn't get any bigger unless he got down on one knee right now and as
The minute I step off the plane, I realize that this is going to be a good day. The sky is bluer than it usually is, and it feels mid 70ish out. This is the perfect temperature for a nice beginning to summer.Stretching my sore muscles out, I scan the crowd that is getting off the plane in front of me, and see a rather handsome man in his mid-30’s. He has a dark tan and is wearing a Rolex, so I can only guess that he is made of money. He almost oozes sophistication. However, when he turns around, I see that his face doesn’t hold the same appeal as the rest of his body.While rolling my eyes, I notice that he starts to walk up to me. Quickly, I walk the other way and avoid the gentleman temporarily as I collect my bags from the conveyor belt. Unfortunately, I didn’t wander far enough, because when I back up to leave, I back right up into the man with the Rolex.Turning around suddenly, I feel
“I thought that you might need rescuing.” He says as he stares at me now with such intensity that it is making me feel sensations I have never felt before. I wish I knew what his intentions were, because then I might have fought him when he grabbed ahold of my arm and whisked me away. Instead, I let him take me to his fancy sports car, and now he is driving me to some undisclosed location. The simple fact that I am at his mercy, should tell me something. Coupled with the nagging thoughts in the back of my head, it keeps me from sitting comfortably in my seat. In the silence of the car, he glances over at me and then states, “By the way, I am Sebastian. What is your name?” I hesitate for a moment, and then say softly, “I am Kaitlyn. Thank you by the way for saving me from the situation back there.” He nods and then the car fills with silence again, as we both try to figure out what to say next. When he doesn’t say an
When I tried to leave the next day and have him take me to a police station, he begs me to stay another day. Apparently, he doesn’t like his aunt, and with me there, at least he has someone to talk to that doesn’t think he is wasting his inheritance. “Sebastian, listen to me. If your dad knew how you are spending his hard-earned money, he would roll over in his grave. He would be disgusted with you, especially when he found out what you do with these women at the parties you frequent. I just don’t know about you Sebastian.” I catch a glimpse of her rolling her eyes at me when I overhear their conversation.After I sit down on the couch by Sebastian and wait for their conversation to be over, I study him. His long dark hair ends just above his shoulders and looks so soft this evening that I just want to run my fingers through it. Last night, I slept in his room, or shall I say we stayed in the bedroo