Gianluca Amic is a  Italian Real Estate Entrepreneur who has been able
to make his own place in the market in a very short period of time. He
has been able to buy and sell business and residencial properties,
for twenty years now.
Amic is born in Emerald Coast Sardinia, Italy where his company sell
and rent the best real estate properties.

Amic is more than just a typical millionaire; he distributes it well
among the less fortunate.
Has been work in the real estate since 1990. He is originally from
Italy but buy and selling properties in UK , Principality of Monaco,
Switzerland, Spain  for over 20 years now.

Amic initially stroke wealthy by making a fortune with brokerage of
Emerald Coast Sardinia Properties.
His company, AG Invest Group had a turnover of € 230 million and
operated across 10 countries around the globe. He sold the company in
2010 and is now focusing completely on real estate.

He is also the co founder of the Luxury Rent Services Company which he
grew in Italy and sold in 2011 for €12 Millions.

Amic is the founder and CEO of the Private Investment Fund Company
based in Luxembourg.

Biking is a luxury, and now it has a price tag to go along with it too. Gucci has launched two exclusive Bianchi by Gucci bicycles designed by the brand’s Creative Director, Frida Giannini.

Giannini told us, “The Bianchi by Gucci bicycles perfectly carry forward our codes of luxury while creating a new cosmopolitan aesthetic for those looking to turn heads while on the go”.

However, the Bianchi by Gucci bikes are only available for purchase in London from Gucci’s store at 18 Sloane Street. The white, hydro-formed steel single speed bike (above) costs $5,000 while the black carbon fiber monocoque model is priced at $14,000.

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Courtesy of Steinmetz Diamonds

Natural color diamonds and rare gemstones have sold at record prices during the past few years on the international auction market proving that they can be an extraordinary treasure for both adornment and as an investment. John King, chief quality officer of the Gemological Institute of America (GIA), explains basic investment strategies for these coveted stones as well as classic gems and diamonds.

Not only are gemstones a romantic gift, but they have enormous investment potential. What are the basics when picking out significant stones? Certainly, the 4Cs (carat, clarity, color, cut) are very important in determining the value of the stone and the investment quality. But there is one important distinction between gemstones and diamonds, and that is color. For diamonds, you look for the absence of color, while for color gems, you want the most saturated hue possible. Regardless, it is rare to come across large diamonds or gemstones that are completely clean of all inclusions. If you’re buying a color gem, definitely research your options to find out if inclusions are common or if the country of origin makes a difference in the value.

How do fancy color diamonds differ from these other gems? Like color gemstones, the stronger, purer colors are the rarest and therefore the most valuable. Interestingly, diamonds probably occur in more colors than any other gem because of the range of subtle tints and hues. Green, red and blue diamonds are exceedingly rare, while yellow and brown are more common, relatively speaking. But beware: you need to know whether the color occurred naturally or has been lab-altered, because natural color diamonds are traded at a higher price. This distinction can be difficult to analyze, and GIA excels at uncovering these nuances.

With so many varieties of certificates out there, why is GIA’s the most widely accepted and why is this important for resale? GIA has taken a leadership role in the jewelry industry ever since it invented and standardized the way that diamonds are graded. We have a fundamental commitment to transparency that gives the consumer confidence in what we do, especially because we are a truly independent organization not tied to any diamond sellers.

What are the best ways to protect your investment from the start? We always recommend that buyers do their homework and understand what they are investing in. A great place to start is www.4cs.gia.edu , our educational site that contains a wealth of information for the novice or the more informed jewelry buyer. Second, find a GIA - trained jeweler who is in good standing with industry organizations. Third, invest in insurance. Most of the established insurance agencies will expect an independent, objective report from a reputable organization like GIA to help them determine value. Lastly, consider having your diamond laser inscribed with your GIA report number. This inscription is not visible to the naked eye and has no effect on the value of the diamond, but it can help protect you from theft or loss.

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The new Tonda watch from Parmigiani is the Tonda Hemispheres - which provides two timezones that can be independently set to the minute. Many two time zone watches force you to change the time for the second time zone in one hour increments only. Because there are lot of time zones that differ by 30 minutes, rather than one hour. Plus, each time zone has a 24 hour indicator that is used as an AM/PM indicator. Nifty.

Inside the watch is a Parmigiani calibre PF337.01 automatic movement that features the two times and the date. The beautiful open dial is still legible, and nicely decorated. Case is 42mm wide and in steel with Parmigiani's standard, good looking lugs and high polish. Still, it has looks that you either love or hate. At least reading it and operating it are going to be easy enough. Parmigiani pairs the Tonda Hemisphere with an Hermes blue alligator strap. Look out for it soon.

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Ever since the Apple iPad was launched, we knew we would see a flood of accessories to give this delicate gadget an extra care in handling, and besides, dressing it up right is the key to flaunt it among the other iPad owners. This is the reason why the house of Gucci has introduced an enclosure for the Apple iPad. Designed by Frida Giannini, the enclosure has a Velcro closure and is lined with soft suede. Available in black leather and neoprene rubber Guccissima GG, the Gucci iPad case is coming this June 15, while other versions like military green and beige GG plus fabric/blue will be available in October. There’s no info on pricing as yet, but Gucci is sure to catch up with its fellow, Louis Vuitton.

[via Fashion Times]

Fiat chairman Gianni Agnelli, who died in 2003 at the age of 81, was one of the most stylish men who ever walked the Earth. An avid playboy and racecar driver (Fiat of course owns Ferrari), Agnelli was also a keen yachtsman, and enjoyed many years of sailing his Knut Reimer-designed 82-ft. yawl Agneta with its distinctive port-wine colored sails and superb varnished hull, built in 1948. Now the stylish yacht with its restored Burmese teak deck has been listed for sale in France via global online luxury marketplace JamesList for about $1.8 million.

A regular on the on the Mediterranean Classic Yacht regatta racing circuit, the Agneta's spacious owner's stateroom features a marble fireplace and en-suite bath suitable for an elegant gentleman, while interiors are fitted with polished paneling and exotic inlays. We don't know for certain but can speculate that Agnelli, whose estate was worth $4.4 billion, entertained famed female companions like Anita Ekberg, Rita Hayworth and (rumored) Jackie Onassis aboard the beautiful boat.
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A story of my erotic fantasies that include Angela Gheorghiu and myself playing the roles of Dona Anna and Don Giovanni.

 

Our story takes place in Seville back in the days when I, Don Giovanni would go on my nightly prowls in search of a damsel to fulfill in the delight of her lust with the passion of my  desire yet my memory takes me to one particular conquest. It coming on the evening on which my faithful Leporello and I decided to attend the opera.

 

The air of the night was warm as is often the case in Seville during the months of summer as I sat in my balcony seat at the opera house with Leporello by my side. I, naturally as always had chosen appropriate attire for an occasion of such elegance that would include not only the opera but the sight my eyes as well as ears would get of the soprano; Angela Gheorghiu. I in all truth had heard so much about Angela Gheorghiu yet this night would be for me to benefit from this lady whose beauty and talent had been the subject of many a toast in Seville ever since her performance was announced.

 

For my part as I waited must admit was planning the approach which would be used in my eventual seduction of this most beautiful yet from my sources; very capricious diva of the world of opera. My wait however was not prolonged, as it did not take long for her to come out on to the stage which was the world of her creation; where she like a queen ruled all she surveyed. Angela Gheorghiu’s was stunning to say the least, as her beauty out shown even the image that preceded her with features of the woman of glamour she was and not just in the clothes of a queen she wore but her body of pure womanhood and sexuality; not limited to curves but the way she moved on stage as she performed for all yet to me hers was for my exclusive benefit.

 

Angela Gheorghiu was many things that night as her body glided over the stage from one end to the other in this opera which was solely brought to live by her and all that comprised the lady she was yet in all my attention was captivated by her face and the expressions it created as she acted out her part. She at times transforming from a woman of distinction to a willful child, who gave the impression of having the whole world at her disposal. This being apparent in her facial gestures yet in all her brown eyes could not go unnoticed as they in their size and exquisiteness let out all too clearly their intension along with the rest of her angelic face which had a certain charm about it to accompany its splendor.

 

Angela Gheorghiu being from Rumania had the blackest of hair which seemed to match the night for not only loveliness but mystery; as it caught the stage lights in a way as to reflect the appearance of stars from this mane so womanly in its shape which extended beyond her shoulders. She was a delight to watch yet in all I was also captured by my desires, for my visions were not limited to what passed before my eyes on stage but the fantasies of us being created in the spectrum of my mind. As Angela Gheorghiu sang with almost orgasmic expressions on her face, I could envision them as a product of our carnality as my ear interpreted her high soprano voice as moans created from rapture.

 

Angela Gheorghiu at times even seemed to be flirting with her audience, as if inviting them to dream of her in their fantasies, to the women as they might wish to resemble her whilst to the men she seemed to be provoking them to demonstrate on to her the valor of their gender. All this being in eyes that she did so, added to a voice to fill the audience as if a delicate spray of sea breeze to delight not merely the sense of hearing but that of the spirit; as it might take flight to the fantasy held in all that she was.

 

The opera would come to an end as is always the case yet to me it was as if I had been witnessing another spectacle than that of those who were about me in the auditorium that was this opera house. Angela Gheorghiu would naturally be showered with roses for her performance merited every single flower and cheer delivered yet for myself; mine would be to catch her eye as by the end I had gone down to where the stage was to toss a huge bouquet of red roses. This being my gallantry for the evening which came to the attention of the lovely Angela who but smiled upon me; (as she picked up the roses) who being caught by her gaze merely placed my hand upon my heart and bent my body as I took my leave.

 

The opera had ended yet to me this was but the start of what would be the evening with Angela Gheorghiu, for with all my sources mine had been to find out at what hotel she was staying at with the man whose vows she had accepted in matrimony. To many a gentleman such a union might serve but to discourage them from the persuasion of such a woman who be involved in marriage to another man yet I, being of a noble heart and not a jealous nature am not one to disturbed by such a minor inconvenience; would proceed with my plan of seduction. For this above all was mine in life as an obligation to bring on to all ladies the joy of my fantasies of the flesh. This regardless of weather they be married or not, rich or poor, of noble or simple birth, of body delicate in frailty or plentiful in flesh for to my perception all were deities of their gender and it was no less my desire that theirs should be to experience the heavenly delights of human pleasure.

 

I, naturally being a noble was one who could find ways were others might be limited in their possibilities; it being this precise ability which would allow me to enter Angela Gheorghiu’s room while my sources of information had let it be known to me that her husband would not be about on the night that was to be this one. It was with the knowledge that I planned to enter her room in the middle of the night and being so Angela would take me for her husband who had come back unexpectedly to render her a surprise yet hers would be of another variety not to be described till our climatic moment was done.

 

Angela was staying in a hotel which I being a man of property owned, this making it possible for me to have access to what ever key be needed to open any door which might hide the treasures my desires sought out. The night was splendorous in its generosity of stars to exhibit their light on to those below while the heat of summer was no less unselfish in causing those to be exposed to it to perspire in their passions. This while I for my part as always in my tradition wore my mask as I entered Angela’s room in the apartments which though she knew not of had been chosen for her by myself; ever careful that this diva receive the grandest my hospitality had to offer.

 

The sight of Angela Gheorghiu as an angel in slumber was the fashion in which she greeted me as I sneaked in to her room. I walking ever so silently as to imitate the soft breeze of summer from her open window approached Angela’s bed to expose my senses ever more to the delicate sensual aroma of her body. It not being one to exit a bottle but that of Angela’s inspirations of the night to hail me ever nearer to where she lay in oblivion to what my passion held for her; who lay not under covers but in elegant delicate wares of temptation.

 

As I walked over to where I stood above Angela, I gazed upon her who slept exposing her angelic features to the sky above while she was sound in the sleep of the night yet as I focused on her face; I noticed expressions as if her dreams had transported her to where all was joy or such did her smile expose in what was her nocturnal rest. So much inspiration did she provide, all making it clear that the time was upon that I take to the activities which had brought me to the place ever so blessed with Angela’s presence.

 

I then at the foot of her bed bent to where my view was limited to her legs and the passage leading through the gown of the night which her body displayed to the rose of her womanhood. It being my sight of the night which was followed by the stroke of my finger ever so slightly on her foot to glide upward toward where all desires ended much in the manner rivers did likewise on to the sea. How this sense of mine delighted in the flesh of her legs of she who had yet to come out of the ways of slumber. The feel of hers was as fine silk to raise my arousal ever further yet as my touch continued the course of her leg it became my tongue to take to the ways of the green eyed monster; in wanting to make its presence known to the lady I so much held in my desires.

 

It was at this point that my tongue could not hold its place for it knew itself to be on the trail marked by my longing which led my hands to open the robe which had been hiding the body of the one my tender thoughts held in such high esteem. The sight of Angela Gheorghiu in complete nudity was one of such powerful lust yet delicate beauty that it seemed to me, I was contemplating one of sheer perfection; as if hers be what my fantasies had always dreamed yet my mind had never held conscious of. Angela’s legs bearing the shape as to grab the stares of any whose eyes they should pass in front of while the rose of her womanhood black as the crown of her glory to cover her head as this one did the most intimate area of her femininity. Arising further my view took in all the grandness of breasts so supple in their bounty to include not only all the beauty of her gender but areoles of a color to match roses yet hers had a life of their own.

 

Angela’s face however was the main attraction in all this that she was, her features perhaps not always being of ideal proportion yet this mattered not for in their details they expressed an exquisiteness not to be described in words save emotions which manifested themselves in so many shades. This as to include her joy when she sang or her capricious nature when she walked about others or the fashion in which her smiles gave the impression of being slightly laced with orgasmic ecstasy. I at that point did nothing but look upon her for what must have been but a minute in which my eyes almost caressed her face ever so delicately yet in all she started to woke. As if my stare had been not limited to merely that which held no solid contact but had in fact struck her with some of the intensity of my contemplation.

 

My moment had arrived as it would be then or never, for I as a great lover was all too aware that passion was what had its time which needed to be captured; for when allowed to escape the spirits of desire might not provide a return. I was ready to give all to this lady who ruled the night like a queen as the aria she had sung in the earlier part of the evening to make my fantasies take flight.

 

My tongue by now I could not limit, as it took the path slowly ever marking its way to the rose of Angela’s desire which started to awake in its moisture even before she did; as my hands also felt the divinity yet in all she had not fully awaken. My taste did not take long in arriving at the point of the curls which served as cover for this most intimate passage of Angela’s anatomy and as it did; it was delicate kisses that covered its charm while my imagination was further motivated by her perfume of excitement.

 

Now these kisses took on further aggression, forgetting all caution that she might not awaken which became replaced with urgency that she might become an active member on to what was already a feast of carnality. Angela’s turn came to awaken and as she did in ignorance of my being claimed “Roberto, my dear you are back to your Angela” yet I not being the man tied to her in marriage whom she believed me to be held silence while her hands found place upon my head as my tongue intruded itself upon her dampness. Angela’s legs at that moment with all the force given them by the nature of her impetuousness wrapped themselves around my head as I might not elude the duty; of tasting from her to provide the sensation that might spread all about her body. In all I looked up not for mine might be discovered yet also as my wish was not to be distracted from the affairs of what was of such a palatable nature as to make my thirst not be quenched from merely my tongue but the whole of my mouth to want to extract from her source.

 

I at this point was no longer conscious if Angela was still under the impression that I might be her husband, Roberto but this no longer held the weight of importance it had at the start for I could hear her voice sing out in phrases of ecstasy to equal those she tended to display at the opera house. Angela had always seemed to me to be a fickle child who was granted the wish of her every desire for reasons of not only her unquestionable beauty but talent and to me at this moment nothing could have been clearer as she with force of hands pushed my wanting deeper in to her rose. As mine as one of a generous soul of delivering was never to deny ladies of loveliness.

 

My tongue’s activity in Angela’s rose however had left my root with a sense of envy which I needed to remedy before the night was over; as it would be unjust if it did not get to make an appearance in the same sacred stage where upon my tongue had performed. It being at that point after our bodies had been introduced to each other in an act of intimacy that all became facilitated to where we moved as a couple in a dance in which the steps are dictated by the music and both merely follow it. This being what transpired as Angela changed the position of her body to where she exposed her round bottom to me with apparent intensions that my root make its presence felt where my tongue had just done so. I could see her eyes as lovely as those on stage and as she looked at me in the dark that made outlines and little else visible, I as the dancer I was did not need to have explained what step should proceed.

 

This was what I had desired for so long and it was about to arrive yet as mine has always been, it is the knowledge that wisdom dictates not to rush those moments leading up; for they are the essence of what awaits at the end. I gradually took the step in our dance of moving to where my hands I placed on her waist while my root advanced to the entrance of Angela’s rose. This the place where its small point was but ready to enter the sanctity of Angela’s sexuality.

 

The moment was brief yet significant as Angela and I started upon the act of making love with my root letting Angela feel the passion of one who simply had to posses what he longed for, as to him passion meant suffering to the point where it was to obtain or not be. Ours in a way was like a duet in which we both knew not only our lines but that of the other; as if this had been an aria we had sung many times in the past yet we engaged in the ultimate act of intimacy between a man and a woman for the first time and as we did my root could feel the excitement in Angela’s rose. It entering only to exit to do the motion over and over, as her moisture was all my senses encountered as my hands continued to hold Angela from where ours would be deeper as waves of ecstasy were sent through out. I, however concentrated on Angela’s face as she turned to capture my expression yet in all I could see her eyes; almost childlike in their joy as if she had just received that which he had truly desired and longed to show all to what extent she was in delight.

 

Naturally, I for my part continued my strokes in this most lovely part of Angela’s body which she almost like a spoilt child, not content with what it could provide on its own; squeezed with the lust of her rose as to make me feel a ring being made tight. This being a sensation of wonder as her hands reached back to tease the source of my wanting which they did so with delicate caresses in a fashion similar to mine on her womanly mounds.

The intensity of her moves continued as did mine which brought us closer to the end of our aria where our voices would meet in a finale and as this came Angel’s soprano voice claimed so much in what was not expressed in lyrics but notes of such a high nature as to equal la Traviata. Of course, I could think of her on stage and how thousands admired her with many of the gentlemen wishing their place was mine at the moment while many a woman held her in envy for not only her voice but look of female divine. It had build up for long yet our moment arrived when our voices did so simultaneously in bliss manifested in a spray of freshness much like the rain on days of heat matched by a tremor for her whose body shuttered.

 

Ours perhaps should have ended as the song came to its conclusion and perhaps it would have been for us to declare the evening a part of the past with me taking leave yet Angela like a dancer who wishes to stay on the floor for another song; smiled like a child who needed to be indulged beyond what had been. Angela then lay upon her back almost as if she intended to go back to sleep yet her eyes invited me to dance another number; as if an orchestra had already started the music. Angela’s and mine would be to make love in the most conventional of positions yet there was something which intrigued me about being so close to her as our eyes met even if mine were covered by a mask.

 

My root once again penetrated Angela’s garden yet this time her rose felt with more intensity as our bodies became wrapped with the other’s as her legs clung to my torso with strength to equal the one they had applied upon my head when my tongue had made the same journey. Angela and I were in another dance though the music was the same intense rhythm as before with our actions being similar yet I observed her face more clearly as it made gestures which I had often seen her perform on stage. It being as if she were vocalizing an aria just for he; who was prompting her to perform at her peak.

 

Angela was an angel floating in ecstasy or so did her expressions declare as she pressed upon my root with her rose to claim that she was the one to control, for she was a diva beyond any to make use upon what her whims but dictated yet in her there was a sweetness. It being like a child who few have the character to ever refuse.

 

Again our voices would end this aria in harmony of perfection to be marveled by the two of us in pure delight yet time was upon that I should take my leave. This being apparent in the manner our eyes communicated though utterance of words did not come as our dance came to a stop yet as I was about to part; I could not help but borrow another glace at her who lay as if floating on a cloud. Mine not being a stare but admiration of a playful child, who in a quick jest to catch me off guard, stroked the source which had united us with the soul of her foot; as if to pet a small creature which had given her merriment.

 

I then got up as our eyes had claimed our good bye and I probably would have left without a second thought but memories of what had been when I, at the door heard Angela’s voice cry out “please take one of the flowers you gave me for my performance tonight”. It being these words that caused me to deviate from my routine of departing as soon as the romance was over and stop to turn around in the light of the moon and take off my mask; since apparently my identity was known. Angela did not speak further as she with hand stretched out held out one of the roses she wished to return yet I could not take her flower; for mine was to continue our dance till light of morning which though the years have passed has still to arrive.     

 

ęłęMy name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. I also am the author of the book entitled “New York’s Opera Society”.

 

 

 

Chapter Six

 

 

 

 To Karen however this was not just another date with her devil’s toy as she would be using it for the first time after having made love with her husband, adding to her excitement as she opened the secret compartment. This being after having gone through the same routine which included; first removing what ever night gown she was wearing; her being one to prefer the act in total nudity, where perhaps stockings might be left on. To any who might observe her however in all this, it might seem odd what an elaborate ceremony hers really was as she would remove her night gown with the most delicacy and place it on her toilet. All with the care of even going to the fatigue of folding what ever she took off with as much heed as those which one purchased at a store.

 

Karen to a certain extent even gave the appearance of one who in fact was not alone almost as if she were with a lover who she wished to impress with her grace, though in fact she secretly dreamed of somebody seeing her in her fantasy world much like when she was a young girl who danced in front of her mirror in the hope of someday being able to do it front of more people in a party and not just in her bedroom.

 

On this occasion however she was more motivated than usual; as if some new blood had been brought to her by having just made love and this she felt as she removed her little lover from the blanket she kept him wrapped up in. This the blanket she placed on the floor so she might lie on as her lover, performed its battery operated magic on not only those areas within her body with the exception being her mouth but not her breasts. Those areoles she would expose to the swirling head of this instrument which even surpassed the sensation of any tongue, hers or that of another.

 

It in all truth was not a fantasy world she stepped in to but the past, which was decorated with so many gems executed by her and her husband; who at one point had been such a sexual volcano, that it was not to be believed how often and when it would erupt. How these images would come back so vividly of her and Thomas making love in the opera house, one day in their balcony, on that day when they were left alone. She on all fours in front of his chair; who stood up ever slightly as to perform the maneuver while those around in the next balcony which was but 5 yards away simply did not notice or what if they did? It would not have stopped Thomas from having his wife, who in her doggie like position to him had raised her behind so he might enter her. How motivated this made them, that they could perform such acts in public and leave care to the devil that they might be discovered.

 

Many were the sexual experiences which Karen relived with her magic toy however it was this one she cherished the most in the file that was her mind. Sometimes it being to the point that she enjoyed them more when reliving them in her mind than she had when they were occurring in real life. This perhaps being the case that it was after many years that she understood with her passion what it was that made them so special in the first place. They were not just individual experiences but a time in her life which was surely never to return as we can never make the past come back exactly as it was which makes it wise not even to attempt to do so; for it will never be precisely the same.

 

How that time was special, she could appreciate only then for when it was she was too occupied living those days; when it was advisable for her never to wear panties, specially when theirs was to go to a public place while always keeping her diaphragm in place as a second child was not what either wanted. How great it felt as she placed her devil’s toy inside her lustful rose, already moist for its entrance as she lay on her back, right in the center of her bathroom where she had placed the very same blanket she had been using since her encounters of this kind started.

 

Once started it was her past that took over her present, stronger than when it had been in impact; as it was with knowledge that it should live that she visualized it in her mind, in what was her act that included her devil’s toy; not being denied not only her rose but her rear entrance. Karen joking to herself that this part of her body would be faithful and only for her devil’s toy.

 

 

 

Chapter Seven

 

 

 

 Thomas for his part was overly agitated that night and though entrance in to the black of night came easy given his physical effort it was also with facility that he woke up, not knowing where he was but with the instinct that pushed him to find his beloved Karen. It was with some despair that he turned over to feel with his arm her body; only to find he was the only one in their bed. It however was not the first time, he had known Karen not to be with him but this was an exceptional night in many ways, given he had made love to his wife. It making him more sensitive to all around, specially her absence which on any other night would have made him merely turn back to his sleeping position. It however was his added force and the fact that his ears; for the first time detected loud moaning, of the kind that gave no room for doubt that it must be lust which was causing it. This being like the smoke many believe to be an indication of fire.

 

Thomas, in a need that approached longing stood up and like a man hypnotized followed the noise to the source which was Karen’s bathroom and the light from under the door. The moaning grew louder as in fact she had forgotten herself, which led to her loosing calculation as to how strongly she released her voice, even in this house where it was hard to hear noises from other rooms. The fact was that she had induced herself to go beyond moaning or groaning of any kind, to what could be called light screams which woke Thomas completely out of his slumber; to fear as to what he might find when he opened the door which he would do so by force if needed. Could it really be that his wife had taken to what he considered the crude act of masturbation?

 

Thomas, now feeling fully awake stood in front of the door, in anger ready to kick down the door as it was now that he felt that not only had he been raped; as in fact he had not wanted to have sex with his wife in the way they had but that he had been used for inspiration for the crude act she was more than likely performing. Naturally there was a tinkle of excitement in him apart from need for certainty that lend itself to him placing his ear against the door, with the  feeling of loss that there was no keyhole on that door that would allow him to see in.

 

The sounds were sex manufactured, this there was no doubt in his mind yet he was paralyzed in all his actions that so much wanted to put a stop to her activities, in a rage of jealousy; as if he were a husband who were being cheated on. His mind interpreted it as worse; for in a way he could not obtain similar results of ecstasy from his wife or at least not anymore and that night had made it all too clear in a very painful way that gone forever were those days in which he could bring cries of lust to his wife. Recalling him of when she had scratched and bite, almost like a cat wanting to get away from the danger it so much desired. He was no longer that man, in her life like he had once been and all her moans were as if cruelly mocking him or at least to his ear that those days when he could almost make her beg for a break from his pounding in her rose had ended. This was torture to the pride of one who had been hailed as one who at his age could satisfy even one who was so much younger than himself; it being all these illusions still held by him to be terminated at that moment.

 

This was humiliation, to himself like he had not known for the facts with his interruption where that his wife had forced him to make love to her and then had gone to masturbate; as if he could not bring her to orgasm, which in fact had been the case and she need to complete it on her own. It was with furry like he had never known that he opened the door which Karen had not even bothered to lock, like a man striking back at those who had been beating him.

 

It was not that he did not know what to expect but the sight of seeing Karen on her stomach with a vibrator in her hand which she was forcing in to her anus; almost caused him to have heart attack. How could it be to have come to this was something he could barely grasp; as if he felt a nightmare had taken over his visions which made him doubt the reports he was getting from his eyes.

 

Karen, in all truth was not less shocked that hers had been discovered though given how her plastic lover was entering her; it was but a few seconds till she started to confront not only her own shame but the anger of her husband, whom she could tell was infuriated, and though he had never struck her seemed about to.

  

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

 

 

 In all truth Karen was frightened of her husband on that occasion much like whenever she was a child and got caught by her father doing something she had been told she should not. In a way it was odd as Karen was in better shape than her husband with fighting abilities that went beyond his, all of which giving her every advantage should it come to confrontation of force. This not excluding the fact that she also possessed greater physical strength, which she had already displayed that evening when she managed to pin her husband down to the bed, despite his efforts to get up which she had countered with superior power from her arms than his whole body.

 

It was despite these factors that Karen feared her husband, who caught her in this most compromising position which she could not explain as being other than what it was, for in her case it could truly be said had been caught red handed. The realization made her get to her feet and basically wait for her husband to react, to see what she should do and yet as she stood up she managed to stand in front of her husband like a believer standing in front of God for her castigation to a sin. Karen even shrugged her shoulders as she felt more humbled then than her life had allowed her to know till that point, standing there in the nude with all of her lovely body exposed yet her husband could only see the vibrator which she had put on top of the sink as if a burglar who puts down his gun in front of the police.

 

Thomas, seeing Karen’s fear and still angry took the vibrator without saying a word and smashed it with all his strength in to the bath tab as if it were the cause of all the evil in the world or at least in his marriage, for to him a man who like a child had been wiped this was the cause of his pains. This toy of the devil was evil personified in all its forms which he had just rid the world of and as he had breathed a sigh of relieve; his was the sensation almost like one who had saved his wife from a rapist, for to his mind it had been this instrument which had been forcing his wife and not the way it had been earnest.

 

This act of destruction in many ways had calmed him but not to the point that he felt his wife did not deserve a good lashing at for her almost acts of treasury to his manhood which had been made to suffer. Karen in a way felt hers, increase as the fear over the shame had slightly subsided and to a certain extent had turn in to anger; as this item was hers and though it was not one which held any emotional value it still had not been for her husband to destroy even if it was the cause of his jealousy.

 

Thomas, had calmed down to the point where only his strong disapproval remained yet in a way he was not able to control himself since anger was still with his tone, as he said “You fucking bitch! What the fuck you think you’re doing? No, don’t say anything first you practically well force me to have sex with you and then you masturbate, what am I not enough for you that you need those vibrators, well I don’t wanna hear about it anymore, you disgust me”.

 

Karen upon hearing his words realized in a strange way that she had nothing to be ashamed of as she calmly much to even her own shock took her nightgown off the floor and put it on as she said almost with nerve racking tempo of voice which perhaps even set her husband back to furry as she did not by any means sound as if hers was repent but quite the contrary. “I was masturbating with a vibrator, there I said it I am not ashamed of it and maybe no, I am proud of it, I wanted sexual satisfaction and I used a machine to do it, what have I done that is wrong”? Have I cheated on you with another man, this I have not (taking on an air of defiance), ok I accepted when I married you that you were older and would not be able to satisfy me past a certain age but what have I done for you to come in her and insult me apart from destroying what belongs to me?” Karen spoke with an air of boldness as if one who spoke with ice cold logic for she owned her husband as much of an apology as if he had been caught in the same act, for did this not only mean that she in that case would have been guilty of not being able to be a full wife, to fulfill her husband’s desires.

 

Thomas was more amazed now with his wife to the point of being afraid of her, she had not only managed to overcome the shame but had turned it in to her advantage, almost implying it was his fault, all of which led to his even further ill temper though this time, it was different. She was not repentant which was how a wife should be or at least such had he been taught, what was left for him? His wife had defied him. She was standing proudly in front of him that she had obtained sexual satisfaction from a source which did not include him and was not sorry, if anything was flaunting it in front of him, almost as if she expected him to do something about it.

 

Of course in a way there was nothing he could do, since his was not one fight for a woman, for her joy, for everything before him had told him it was a woman’s duty to wait for her male partner to be had and never be the one to take. All with the logic that should it not come she be the one to wait in patience and never ever go it alone or insist as she should wait till her husband felt it was the right time; which if never arrived upon she should accept her lot in life gracefully. This precise manner dictating she never take a lover or use one of plastic; for it was what changed the rules of nature.

 

Thomas was seeing something he hated but could not argue against since he was one who did not have the mental size that could go beyond what all his life had been told to him; not only by his parents but religion. This was what he had been taught, and had even come to accept blindly; never even thinking that perhaps other possibilities were to be had as how could there be? This was his limitation of being one who could not question what had been taught to him from infancy; limiting from seeing a new light which was that women also wanted sexual fantasy in their lives; which went beyond that of pleasing their male mates to wanting their own satisfaction, which in an unintentional way had been made all to obvious to him that he could no longer supply her with.

 

Thomas wanted to get at his wife but how could he? She did not feel shame so it was then that his humor got the better part of the control of his body as his wife stood near him, whom he smacked as hard as he could in the face as he walked away with the phrase “I feel sorry for you, and almost wish you could find a lover”. She had gotten what she deserved; this he was sure of and it was this precise slapping coupled with his words which would make her see the right way or at least so he thought as he walked out triumphantly back to his room. It being without saying another word to his wife, who perhaps could have blocked his hand had she had reason to suspect it was coming.

 

It was not so much the pain of the physical kind but that her husband had struck her for the first time that made her see what her move should be specially given that theirs would more than likely never be sex, as she could see that he was no longer able or even willing to. She saw a look about him that made her see that she was disgusting to him, as if she had been to bed with a group of men, who had not only had her but replied her service in kind with currency.

 

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

 

 

There are moments that make people change or perhaps not so much transform but bring out aspects of their personalities that were always there yet for reasons of circumstance of life were kept buried deep within. It could be believed that these emotions or strengths are in need of that element to make them come out to the surface and take over the personality of the one in question. This had been that precise element which had been inflicted upon Karen, as if this slap and words had brought her out of what ever had been about her that had not let her see what her life was becoming.

 

Karen had been slapped and as she stood in her bathroom with her gown on looking at the broken pieces of what was now her plastic toy, she came to the conclusion that this display by her husband’s was not her defeat but his. It had been he who had not been able to deal with her wanting what he could no longer provide not her, this was all so clear to her as she felt her cheek which had been battered and gazed at the broken pieces of her vibrator which she started to pick up and place on the sink. Arguments of logic had not come to mind as to persuade her to his way of reasoning, all of which requiring the brute force he no longer had as he had barely been able to break the vibrator in two let alone smash it in to the tiny pieces he would have probably desired.

 

Karen was not a new person, this was for sure yet in all she did sense a presence in her that had rarely in her life come out and that being the one that would not be apologizing to her husband like she once had for having to some degree been coquette with a business partner of his in a most innocent way. That part of Karen was to be kept submerged from now on; only present to be a reminder of what she should never allow herself to do. Her actions going to those that saw her almost cry and beg her husband to forgive her for having said more than a kind word to someone he did not like in conversation which though friendly did not include any sexual undertones of any kind.

 

Karen would continue with her life without saying she was sorry though changes would came from this and the first one to no longer share a bed with her husband. As what purpose would there be in that other than keeping up appearances for his sake; which no longer concerned her. She would move to her daughter’s room and take up that extra bed, she had had installed in for when ever her daughter had over night guest. As it would be this the indication to her husband that she did not need to share his bed, for she could sleep on her own. It would be a move that would not even come with an explanation; as she should simply take to sleeping in another bed.

 

 

Chapter Ten

 

 

 

 Naturally in all this Kasiutrella was bound to ask why she and her mother would be sharing the same room together or moreover why she would no longer be sleeping with her father? Kasiutrella was in the stage of life known as puberty where it would not be just any answer to convince her, not that Karen really had to; as she could say that matter was none of her affair which in fact was what Karen herself felt, given this in fact was something only between her and her husband.

 

This would be a way to deal with Kasiutrella’s curiosity though not for long and perhaps not even such a good temporary solution since she might be staying in her room indefinitely or at least till she set up another room in the house for herself. Karen then came to the conclusion that the best way to solve this issue before it took on the proportions of a problem would be to tell Kasiutrella that she could not sleep next to her father; giving his loud snoring which in fact had been the case on some nights. Karen would argue that it had gone out of control to the point where it kept waking her up several times a night.

 

Karen of course could sleep on the couch or set up another room but in a way it was using this as an excuse to be nearer to her daughter, almost as if wanting to share in her youth which could be contagious on to her, for she would start feeling the spirit of earlier years even if almost by proxy through her own daughter. How it would be near Kasiutrella? To see her daughter rise every morning with the enthusiasm of a teenager who wants so much to discover and learn while making her way in the world was what she wanted to feel and though she knew full well she could not relive her teen years, not even through Kasiutrella; she could at least get nostalgic about them and perhaps bring back those sentiments.

 

It was decided, Karen would be sleeping in Kasiutrella’s bedroom in the spare bed, which in a way made her feel as if they were sister’s sharing the same room and to a certain extent why could it not have been as such given Thomas was in fact old enough to be father to both these ladies.

 

Regarding the vibrator, Karen for a brief moment considered mending it or even going out and getting a new one but as she looked at it and all it had done for her in the last years, with some memories being found she suddenly looked upon it as being redundant in her life. Almost like a child who suddenly realizes she has out grown a toy; for other forms of entertainment would be coming about, though this she knew not in what form they would do so. Karen however much to her own surprise and in some strange way no longer felt connected with her plastic lover, as if she knew someone or something that would take its place in the not so distant future but really did not connect it with anything or anybody in particular. Only with the idea that it had done its part to get her where she now stood. For time had come for her to bid it adio, given it had completed its purpose.

 

Karen once having gone to the kitchen where she put her vibrator to rest in the trash, walked upstairs to her daughter’s bedroom with a sense of laughter at herself, feeling in a way like she had when at a much earlier age she had been forced to burry her hamster whose numbered years had gone beyond what nature had intended it to last. Karen would have to sneak in to her daughter’s bedroom, for in all truth she was not in any mood to explain her choice of bed or at least not at that particular time of night or moment as she was heavy with longing to lay down and sleep.

 

 

 

 Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

 Kasiutrella for the most part was a light sleeper, so she would have to be quit as she snuck in to the spare bed in her room, for if she should awake then it might come to be that she might notice something yet in all this Karen was not shaken in any way. Tears had not been shed and her nerves were in no means altered beyond that of a person who would be sleeping in another bed from her husband.

 

Karen entered the room, silently and as she did there was just enough light from outside as to allow her to see where the extra bed was, not that she was so much in need of it since she had been in this room enough times to find anything her wish led her to. It even for a brief moment in her imagination struck her that some night, Kasiutrella would be sneaking in one of her boyfriends so they might engage in acts which she would prefer her not to see but that was for a later time, yet it did bring a thought to her mind that this time’s arrival would be inevitable.

 

Karen much to her own amusement as she tip toed across the large room which had been designated to her daughter, always in the hope of not tripping over anything remembered the time, so many decades ago when first boyfriend had come in to her room. All to the effect of introducing herself to the acts of sexuality, she had so often heard off yet had not experienced from the body of another. Karen even caught her mind reliving those moments and the excitement it was to get in to the bed with the one who she had chosen as he had her. All the thoughts which went through her mind were once again present as they had been on those several nights on which she and her first love, Tom Mulroney had coordinated their physical activities in her bed to the tune of her moaning as he let her feel his presence in so many ways as to cause her to loose control of her sounds that might at any minute bring in her parents. The thrill had been there in so many ideas that ranged from not only the fear of being caught but the youth of her firm body which her hands had not felt in so long, while her admirer though ten years older than herself; 16 at the time was not less lovely to the touch.

 

It was a time never to return to her yet she treasured those moments from her past; the images of which she played in her mind much like one doing the same with a film one has seen several times but cant seem to get enough of. Karen however in a way was back in those times and sensed would be doing so even deeper, regardless of the fact that it would never be the same, for it was like the apple which once eaten would never come back even if we ate another one. Nothing would ever make her react the same way again yet it would be a repetition in a way with her emotions interpreting in a diverse manner that which could be perhaps equally delightful, perhaps even more so than it had been originally given she would treasure its return even more because she was no longer the same. She after all was a full grown, mature woman who knew what it was she should appreciate and look for while herself at a younger age would have not seen what was of value in what she had. Kasiutrella, whom she saw in sleep, in a way represented herself at that age and it in a strange way seemed like she was seeing herself in her daughter; so many years before whom she now hoped to guide, not so much even like a daughter but the way she would have done with herself if she could but enter a time machine and go back to those days. This however being the case for by being with her daughter and sharing this time it was as if she were advising herself at that age with the experience the last 2 score had brought her.

 

Karen was tired yet it was not so much physical or even being sleepy but the kind of mental fatigue which indicated it would be best not to do other than put one self out for the night, till the light of morrow brought all back to some focus and peace. It being these two which would be most needed to solved the situation which had arisen in her marriage though in reality, it had not been what could be described as a large quarrel, even if it would be likely she would no longer be sharing a bed with her husband or at least not any time soon.

 

 

 

Chapter Twelve

 

 

 

 Karen had managed to get in bed apparently without waking up her daughter from the sleep she would need for the activities of the following day, getting under the cover which given the time of year was limited to a sheet and the cover on the bed which she did not remove. Karen was now in bed awaiting for that moment which would transport her mind in to the other world of not being aware of what went around her or at least till the time arrived to go about the business of life. How nice it would feel to be away as she referred to it, from what had taken place, at least so her mind might focus without the stress of the moment that had seen her last fragment of sexual contact disappear along with the tranquility her marriage had known for so long.

 

Karen now lay in bed, and as she did she could ravish in the feel of the smoothness to be encountered in the sheet’s comfort which they brought to her skin; so much in need of what be soothing, this would be like a balms to put her body as well as mind to rest, as she lay in bed not far from what was sure to be slumber. Karen, was also relieved she had not taken Kasiutrella out of the protective other side, of not being aware of what transpired and as she lay in bed she felt as if she had gotten away with her plan of stealth. It was if transported back in time to when hers were the ones of the naughty daughter deceiving her mother. This being the case though the roles had been changed by time where it was her who had become the parent, whilst her daughter had taken on the persona she had been so many decades ago, though for brief spurs it was if she were a sister.

 

The night would have come to an end then as Karen lay in bed falling deeper in to the next phase of rest. All much like the curtain bringing an end to an act in a play yet it was not to be on that night as Kasiutrella with a tone of voice that was loud; not so much in it’s volume but alarm shook Karen out of the daze she was already half way in to.

 

 

 

Chapter Thirteen

 

 

 

 “Mother are you alright? Did father hit you? I heard a noise, is everything ok? I was about to call the police!” Kasiutrella spoke, not as a frightened child as she might have expected or one who had been taken out of a sudden sleep but as one who had been biding her time. As if she knew all along not only what needed to be said but at what point it would be wisest to do so. To Karen at that moment it even gave the impression that she was back in her teens returning home from a date which had perhaps not gone all that well to the questions of her mother who showed restrain in her worry which she demonstrated in her well chosen questions.

 

It was not so much that Karen felt an obligation to reply, as when she had been living under her mother’s roof but there was something of almost authority in her daughter’s voice which to some degree freighted her as much as what had happened. Kasiutrella, was not being demanding in any way in her tone but there was a logic about her that made her feel almost as if hers would be unreasonable not to answer. Karen at that moment sensing that her daughter had grown in a mental way that on many accounts put her on a par, as if sisters they were.

 

“Kasiutrella” Karen started trying to sound calm as both lay in the dark still, neither having visual contact which each other as both still lay under the covers with the light off, which in a way made theirs feel like a conversation on the net. “You’re father and I just had an argument, that is all and he smashed something that is all” Karen spoke trying to let out as little detail as possible that would calm her daughter’s longing for knowledge while not declaring more than she was ready to.

 

Kasiutrella then much to Karen’s surprise got out from under her sheets and turned on the light as she sat up on her bed, this in an attempt to see what appearance her mother gave and said “I heard somebody get slapped, so just I wanna know if it was you or him?” with a tone that took on stern parts. Karen perhaps on another night with more harshness left in her would have ruled this as not being her daughter’s concern which she would have made all too clear in her reply however it being not a night of sorts simply replied “That is not for you to worry about, yes somebody got slapped but we are both ok, as that is all it was and if you want to see, that I am fine here (sitting up, so Kasiutrella could see her face was alright though a mark was not visible) see for yourself.

 

Kasiutrella, had not really lied as she had not said who had been slapped but however was worried a bruise would give the appearance that hers was worse than it really had been, and as she sat up on the bed waiting for her daughter to pass on her mind’s thought, she more than ever felt as if she were justifying herself to her daughter; who at any minute she could order to desist. This perhaps what a few years sooner she would have resorted to yet it was as if a new day in their relationship; which would make it almost inappropriate for her to treat her daughter as a child, whose care was of insignificance.

 

Karen once satisfied, her daughter had not seen anything out of place on her face, though this she knew not from her own eyes, as she could not see herself but through the reaction of her daughter who demonstrated not that she had been battered, took on a calm which allowed her to retort. “See, I am fine and your father is fine, so please forget about who hit who since apparently everything is ok” were Karen word’s as if trying to put the whole issue behind them without having to go in to more details which would have led to more queries from her daughter, who at times became as if bolder in her questioning of her mother. 

 

Kasiutrella seemed calmed by the sight of her mother neither being bruised or in tears, much to the relaxation of Karen, who if all reality be laid upon view would have proffered for this discussion not to take place and to give an explanation that it had been her father’s snoring which had led to her taking up the bed in her room.  It was in a way with some disappointment that Karen faced her daughter for it would have been so much easier if Kasiutrella had not wondered out of her slumber, which to a large extent put out of commission her plan to say that theirs would be but a solution to being uncomfortable or unable to sleep next to her father who in fact did snore.

 

Kasiutrella, at that moment changed her mood, almost as if taking on another line in this argument or tactics; in this what to a certain degree had become a battle for the truth between herself and her mother. Kasiutrella could see hers would not be to get more replies as to what had transpired other than what had clearly been a fight, which had led to something smashed and someone hit; though this she would not be told whom other than both participants were for the most part unharmed. It also being that she could see the point that it was not a factor what had been since consequences were not of major concern but what would be because of it that Kasiutrella asked “Ok, you and dad had a fight but it is not the first time but why have you chosen to come and sleep in my room and how long will you be staying?” with not so much of the desire that her mother leave or not stay with her long as much as concern that what had been would have consequences beyond the usually married couple quarrel.

 

Karen could see as her eyes adopted to the light that Kasiutrella was fully awake and theirs had become a discussion, which she could no longer put off with simple answers or vague statements, the kind she would have given her daughter many years before. She could also tell that her daughter was not in the least upset at the prospective of sharing a room with her for the night or any amount of time but in fact needed to know what would be of her parent’s marriage which she could tell had definitely been shaking, or such this action by her mother indicated. This being more so since to the best of her knowing her parents had never slept in different beds or at least not on any night which they spend in the same house.

 

Karen could see her daughter’s concern and to a large extent even appreciated her in the admiration she had gained for her that night as her daughter had taken on a perhaps not new maturity but degree of care which she in reality never supposed her to have yet in all she was tired and wished to end theirs or at least till the following day. Karen seeing theirs might become a long drawn out affair and not wishing to end it rudely simply said “Your father and I have chosen or one of us has though don’t ask me which one to spend a few nights perhaps away from each other to give each other some breathing space and see what happens, I am grateful you care but there is not more I can tell you as right now I don’t know more to tell you myself about what will be”.

 

Kasiutrella understood theirs to be something of a feud yet there was that which she could not place or have any understanding for at that age not so much due to her lack of this facility in her mind but experience in what couples past a certain age go through specially when sex is no longer carried out in bed. In fact she was satisfied she had done what she could for her mother and seeing no more conclusions to be reached for the evening she simply said “Well stay as long as you want and I am glad to have you here, thanks for staying with me and not going down to the sofa” with a twist of irony in her voice. Karen for the first time that evening was able to see some humor in all her and her daughter discussed and though she realized she would have to confirm more in her daughter than she perhaps was ready to; felt at peace with at least her choice to have come to Kasiutrella’s room, whom she had clearly taken out of the stride of what other wise would have been her time of rest.

 

It then feeling again as if this was her daughter, whom she would need to protect which prompted her to get out of her bed; to make sure her daughter was tucked away, as it had once been her duty to do so. Karen stood up and as she did she could see her daughter’s eyes; who had already layed back in bed looking at her as if wanting to reassure her all was as it should. Karen however for her own saw in Kasiutrella at that moment the one whom she should see off to sleep in spite of all she knew her to be capable of in her reason of caring back for her mother, who did likewise. Karen had a smile about her as she went over to kiss her daughter good night that even took to Kasiutrella; who replied with her eyes of warmth which strangely enough Karen could see with great power not only to pass on warmth, as she was doing at present but impress upon many a man, both young and even not so.

 

Karen would tuck her daughter in bed, and place a kiss on her forehead to let her see that she too like Kasiutrella needed the protection which she had tried to provide her that night by inquiring in to what had been. Kasiutrella, that night saw her mother in a new light as one who did not have the answers to all that was but at least did not fear to let it out that such it was and she approached her bed with intensions clear it was her to surprise her mother. This coming in the form of opening the bed sheets for her mother to get in with her so they might share the sort of intimacy they once had, so many years before.

 

Karen perhaps on another night would have simply kissed her daughter good night and walked away with a smirk at her intensions but it was one time when she felt the need for somebody, who could hold her if only for the purpose of passing on that care that can only be obtained through that contact which women are so capable of passing on. Karen could see her daughter was about to say that perhaps on this night it would be nice to share a bed yet before her words could come about Karen much to her own surprise got in bed with her daughter; who simply refrained from commenting as she moved over.

 

Karen got in bed with her daughter as she had done on many a night in the past, when her daughter had asked her to sleep with her usually after a nightmare or bad experience which Kasiutrella had had. It in many ways felt different since this time it was Karen who had gone through one of those moments that needed attention though in fact it was of so little concern; for in what had become their relationship it was almost the one who consoled who required the other with the same intensity. Karen could see her daughter reaching out, as if needing to make it clear that she could rely on her just as she had once been able to and still did so much on her mother, who at that moment to a certain extent felt like a child getting in to bed with her own mother.

 

That night Karen and Kasiutrella slept almost in each other’s arms; as if both reassuring the other that come what might or go down what should, if one thing be a permanent fixture as the star to the north it be their love for the other as mother and daughter. This above all for stronger bond was not to be had. It being the case though this would be put to a test in a way neither would have ever thought possible at the time.

 

 

 

 A fictional story about Princess Karen Sue Cantrell of the Republic of Aquitaine and her desperate search for that which she has so long been without yet finds comfort in a newly formed relationship with her daughter, Kasiutrella.

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

 Her full name was Karen Sue Cantrell, who in many ways represented the typical white Anglo Saxon protestant, brought up on the ideas of America and all its values which for better or for worse had been installed in her since childhood. This given her upper middle class family which through good acquaintances and savvy business deals had managed to get well connected or at least close enough to those who could change the course of her life. This being exactly what transpired in her case when her father introduced her to the man who would become her whole life, as he would go on to not only take her to wife but deliver on to her the only daughter she would ever bring in to the world. In many ways perhaps the method in which she was courted by the man whom she would marry was unnatural to say the least as she was introduced to him when her numbered years already went over the double score by two, with the intent that theirs should end in a marriage of convenience.

 

Karen for her part regarding this perhaps forced arrangement, was never either particularly please or displeased about it for that matter, as she had come to regard such affairs as perfectly natural. This to the point of explaining it to others as well as herself that it was just another way for a couple to meet and where some did it through circumstances of fate or coincidence depending on the point of view or mutual friends she and Thomas II Grand Duke of Aquitaine had done it via her father. Of course with the ever present factor that theirs had been preplanned to end in a marriage that would end in her delivering a child on to this man, whose age at the time of their first encounter surpassed hers by 3 decades.

 

This above all was where many argued the morality or perhaps lack of which in this what could be classified as a transaction making Karen Sue, almost like a bargaining chip for her father to get what he sought for his family, this the wealth, connections and title of a man who was living in exile from his native Republic of Aquitaine. As for Thomas, himself it was the freedom, to come and go from the United States as well as do business that his citizenship obtained by marriage to Karen Sue granted him along with a beautiful woman. She being willing to bare him a child despite her already advanced age for doing so. This being perhaps above all what he received from that which in fact to a large extent was a business transaction.

 

Karen Sue Cantrell or “Karrie” as she was known to her friends, however in all this can not be said to have been left out of the benefits of the deal as she who basically had never had much in the way of ambition all of sudden took on the title of H.R.H. of the republic of Aquitaine. This accompanied by a husband who though not charming beyond his wealth and looks did leave her freedom to spend money without worries and a chance to develop in her chosen profession of opera singer, this despite her lack of outstanding talent which never allowed her in spite her connections to rise beyond one of many opera singers.

 

Regarding looks, she was one whom most would label as attractive in a very plain sort of middle American way, given she had no features which could really be regarded as unattractive though none outstanding which would have made her a notable beauty, given her blue eyes and the rest of her was merely nice to look at without being extraordinary in anyway. In her physique which was short and thin however there was one thing that did stick out in the mind of most and this being her breasts which were of such a size that even allowed her to touch their most sensitive area with her own tongue. This a trick her first love interest asked her to perform, which in all truth at first even disgusted her slightly, till she could see how it excited not only those she wished to have in a sexual way but even herself.

 

Princess Karen’s and Grand Duke Thomas’s II, was a marriage planed for business, this being a fact which they never argued though it would not have been correct for any to make the assumption; care and perhaps even love never was theirs, as they did at least at the start of their marriage share several years of tenderness. It being in those years in which they did deliver on to this world a daughter, who took from them all the beauty, as this child whom they would christen “Kasiutrella” (this the title of a poem which was one of Princess Karen’s favorite) held all the lovely features of her father while having the radiance of her mother, who though possessor of average looks held about her a certain sparkle which many detected in her daughter that lent even more to those extraordinary details of her looks, mostly derived from her father.

 

In all honesty it can be said that the first 13 years of their marriage where like any other, as Princess Karen Sue Cantrell and her husband Grand Duke Thomas did the things most married couples did, such as enjoy a life together which included a healthy sex life apart from the quarrels and other parts that made a marriage be just that. It in many ways was hard to say weather theirs was a happy one or not but theirs was a normal marriage, which always lived with the shadow of why they had come to be in the first place.

 

Regarding their daughter; Kasiutrella, she had grown in to a most beautiful young lady who many mistook for being much more advanced in age to the point of her mother having to constantly tell her male friends that her daughter had barely entered her teens. This in part due to how she had inherited her father’s tendency to be tall along with her mother’s over grown breast which many tended to stare at to the extent of making Kasiutrella blush while making her mother slightly jealous, that hers though still nice were no longer as firm as she could see her daughter’s were becoming.

 

Kasiutrella, in reality was a vision of teenage beauty barely out of infancy about to turn in to a woman, and this few failed to pick up on as her hair which went down to her waist was golden as her mother’s, while her height was 180 cm. This making her just 6 cm shorter than her father, accompanied by a face that in fact many could say was an identical female copy of her fathers, who in fact was considered by many to very handsome even if his dry personality was a turn off to not only most women but generally most people.  Kasiutrella in many ways was a copy of her father but it would be far from the truth to say she was also not one of her mother’s as well. This being the case since she had gained a figure similar to her mother’s that included not only her overly large breasts but the physical grace that allowed her to perform feats of athleticism which many even considered not possible for a girl, not only of her age but of any. These feats being the way she was able to play tennis, almost like a top professional along with having more strength than even most of the boys in her school, all of which leading her mother to consider getting her a trainer, who hopefully would guide her to one of the top places in the world of tennis.

 

As for Karen and Thomas, they at this point which is also the start of our story had been married for over 15 years, and like those who had been married for such a length of time had come to the point where sexual contact was no longer what was of the utmost importance, specially since Thomas had gone past the sixty mark. This being one of the factors that led to the decline in the frequency of their sex though not the only one, as Thomas in all reality had never been one to be overly active when it came to amorous activities. Karen for her part was still in an age when her body required such attentions but had come to settle with the fact that her husband would rarely, if ever be making the kind of incursions in to her intimacy as the one that had already brought about her first and only child.

 

As for other aspects regarding what concerns the marriage of Princess Karen and her husband, the grand duke Thomas, they despite their titles are not really what could be hailed as overly affluent, with the truth being that neither inherited either a great deal of money or even the ability to make it. Their business which they run as a couple being several clothing stores which for the most part concentrated on selling golf equipment and other sporting wear, that predominantly were expensive but sold relatively well given the reputation for quality products they had developed through out the years.

 

Chapter Two

 

 

 It is this moment that our story picks up as we see a couple getting ready to go down to dinner in their LA home, which they share with their only daughter. Theirs is what most would consider a nice and comfortable home though not really luxurious by any means yet in a way it has that elegance which lets one see that this is a couple who does posses a certain class that places them slightly above those around them.

 

We see Karen sitting in front of a mirror and table, brushing her long blonde hair which given her age and desire to look dignified she now a days keeps only to her shoulders. Karen on this occasion is wearing something simple which includes a pair of black cotton pants, along with a white Polo shirt, making her tanned upper body more apparent.

 

It is as Karen fixes her hair, that we see her husband Thomas put on a dark blue summer jacket which he intends to wear with a white shirt and a pair of light brown pants, this being his favorite way of dressing on days that like this one are hot but not overly though theirs is an air-conditioned home. Karen for her part has been meaning to tell her husband about her plans to find, Kasiutrella a manager to take care of the tennis career she is planning for her daughter.

 

Karen, once feeling her hair is exactly the way she wanted to present it on to others, turns around and says in an almost completely unemotional tone “I’ve been thinking of finding someone to guide, Kasiutrella’s career perhaps a manager, what do you think darling?”. Thomas felt his wife would be asking him a question of sorts as she during the last few weeks had been hitting, in no unclear way for their daughter to turn professional, so it was with no surprise that his wife’s question impacted on him, who still was not sure a professional tennis career was the right thing for their daughter, at such an age though he was aware that if she was going to be a professional tennis player the time definitely was at hand.

 

“I know you have been wanting for Kasiutrella, to become professional a long time but are you sure it is what she wants?” was Thomas’s reply which he really did feel was important to be answered, for he in all truth did not want his wife’s ambitions to be what mattered but his daughter’s, specially since they were talking about her future. “You have seen her play and her coach says she shows as much promise as any of those other girls he has seen play” Karen replied looking at her husband whom she could see was finished adjusting his jacket and putting on his eau de toilet. “You know very well, that I am not talking about her ability but her willingness to play the game like a professional”, Thomas replied with some sarcasm and frustration.

 

Karen then looking up seeing her husband slightly annoyed simply smiled as she had done so many times before as she in all reality know what her husband had meant but felt it was not something they could discuss without Kasiutrella, herself who in all fact had never really stated one way or the other weather or not she wanted to turn professional. “I know what you meant but this we have to talk over with her, don’t you think?” Karen spoke in words of softness as she leaned over and touched her husbands hand, who stood behind her.

 

Karen for her part was not one who could be called a brilliant woman in any regards; as she did have certain charm though in the eyes of the more sophisticated hers was perhaps overly mid western American in it’s simplicity even if she never pretended to be what she was not by putting on intellectual airs. Concerning, the work she did this was an area where she also knew her limitations of not being overly creative yet she did compensate with her enthusiasm and hard work combined with discipline and modesty that let her see when the ideas of others were more suited. It was however in all this that she was one who one should not underestimate; given how she could be very convincing in her simplicity which in many ways could be taken for sincerity. All of which lending itself to creating her to be a mild success; as both the opera singer (semi retired) and part business owner she was.

 

Sexually speaking, she in many ways was one who had been raised on the notion that it was but a part of a marriage though not the most important by any means, which in reality was the concept that a married couple not only could but should go on even if sex could not be. Regarding her case, it was not so much that sex was a problem because she was one who could manage to get by without it as she had done for so long, perhaps she to a certain extent had lost interest or had been so involved in the relationship with her husband and work that she had almost forgotten about this part of life. Of course there was the possibility that she was just waiting, even if unknown to her for that one man to spark her up again, like her first lover had done so many years ago when her age was similar to her daughter’s, specially since she was still a woman whose body was still capable of drawing attention, given the figure she still kept via working out everyday and practicing such sports as kickboxing and weightlifting.

 

Karen Sue Cantrell was desirable to others; this there was little doubt in her mind and though she felt flattered by the attention she was almost certain it would only come from afar, as all were aware she was married and faithful to her husband. It was even strange to her how she could be playful with those around her, in the form of saying how she loved them and would send them kisses. She being almost like a child who knows not what it could arouse in somebody who desired her for her literal meaning instead of the almost coquette one she wished to present of the friendly housewife.

 

Karen and her husband in all that was theirs had not been completely deprived of a sex life, in spite of Thomas being nearly 80 years of age as Karen in her playful ways was one to keep up his interest in the act as much as she could. This being the case when she would stroke his root under the table sometimes discretely in front of guest who had never managed to catch on to what Karen was up to. Of course Karen still being a woman capable of lust, at times went further in her attempts to arouse her husband that even lend wind to the sails of his vanity such as when she from time to time would awake him with a kiss on his male pride, though she in all truth was to shy to take it all in to her mouth. Intercourse in the traditional way had not been theirs in over ten years yet despite this Karen did manage to keep up certain thrill in their lives with regards to this as she would often bend over so her husband’s root could be what she felt through her clothes or sometimes when her bottom was bare. It would even amused her how her husband would in bed take to her breast almost as if he were back in infancy; doing likewise with his mother, though the truth is she would have preferred this attention to be delivered on to the rose of her woman.

 

This the part of her which contrary to her believes required more of this kind of attention plus the more solid than she would ever allow herself to admit either to her husband or even to herself in private, as she in a way had become one to believe herself to be above sex. This perhaps given both her age and title which she carried with her like a badge she wanted all to see and admire. For her part it was not that she was deceiving herself that hers was a full sex life with her husband as her body had not known an orgasm in almost ten years that had not been produced by her own hand yet she was content in what was still theirs though she was all too aware it would not last very long as her husband was even loosing interest.

 

Thomas agreed with a smile and a nod to his wife’s suggestion as they walked down to the dinner table in what was bound to be another sit down with their daughter, who was always asked to partake in their meals even if hunger did not suffice for her to eat. Formality was one thing that for the most prevailed in these evening affairs where slightly though not overly elegant attire was required from its participants which on this occasion would only include Princess Karen, Thomas and their daughter; Kasiutrella.

 

Dinners in this residence despite not always being formal were always carried out with a certain air of pomp as that is how Princess Karen and her husband would approach the table, even when doing it solely for their own benefit. This with them always walking down the broad stairs of their two story house side by side as if doing it on a red carpet of sorts, as they made their way through their large house which like most of what surrounded them was neither overly expensive nor outstanding in any real way. As for their house, it was fashioned in what could be referred to as the typical American manner which in many ways was plain with those slight touches of European flavor in the form of small of statues on the mantle and paintings of castles which in fact were investments.

 

On this occasion as Princess Karen and Thomas walked in to their dinning room they found their daughter; Kasiutrella already seated at the table and much to both their disapproval had already commenced on the meal of the evening. It was these details which mattered in this household as both Karen and Thomas wanted to keep a certain decorum, specially Thomas who in many ways had been forced given many circumstances to live below what he felt his position should have provided him. Kasiutrella, on this occasion had also decided to wear clothes which for the most part she was aware her parents preferred her not to wear at the table. This coming in the form of the clothes she wore to play tennis which included a short white skirt, a t-shirt of many colors along with white sox as well as her sneakers of the same color.

 

Kasiutrella, in all reality on at that day had not had much in the way of time to get changed and showered for this meal as her parents would have wanted to; given not only that she had just finished practice at the club apart from how hungry she was to the point of not even taking in to consideration that she was doing what she knew her parents objected to.

 

Karen and Thomas entered their dinning room to the vision of their daughter, who had already gone through her soup and was about to start on the main course which on that day would be chicken, rice and baked potatoes. It was the sight of her parents that reminded Kasiutrella, that hers should have been to wait despite her hunger being what it was from the fatigue of having to practice her serve for what on that day had seemed hours on end. Kasiutrella however was in that age which to a certain extend demanded that she question all the morality and ideas she had been raised on. This lending cause for her not to immediately apologize for her lack of courtesy which in all truth she had come to see in a different light. It being that if she was hungry and the meal was served; why then should she wait for those who were late? Of course her also arguing to herself that why did it mean so much to some to not only eat together but to start doing so at the same time. As if those who started after the rest would be at some unfair disadvantage or could not enjoy their food as much, simply because some were already further in to it than they were.

 

It was not so much any more that Thomas minded such details, however he did feel it was always necessary to make it a point of saying something when such did occur, therefore it was with some jest that he stated “Kasiutrella, young lady I know you are hungry but you could at least try to wait for us before you commence” as he and Karen stood above her almost in judgment of her acts. “Oh, Thomas it is not like we are not late, if anything it is us who should say we are sorry for making her wait” Karen said almost trying to convince her husband it was them who were at fault. It was not that Thomas felt this was such a big issue but the truth was he was a man who had little to talk about other than such matters; given his business and details in protocol, which he never really managed to see were to a large extent a matter of interpretation with not everyone agreeing with him. This being the case as to not only how to follow its rules but ultimately what if any importance they should have in our lives.

 

Karen and Thomas took their seats with Thomas always sitting at the head of the table as the man of the house was supposed to while his wife took his right flank, leaving their daughter the left one, which in a way made her feel as if she were constantly being looked at for points or perhaps flaws she might commit during the meal. She could even remember the days when they would eat at the table and have to sit at its opposite ends. This meaning her father would sit at one end, while her mother at the other and she in the middle; creating a distance that made conversation awkward to say the least or such it was till one day Karen herself decided that perhaps it would be better to sit down together as a family and forget the ways of the wealthy.

 

Kasiutrella, in all reality was not one to revel against authority let alone her parents however she did have her views on many subjects which contrary to before she was more than willing to have known. “I never understand why it bothers people that somebody does not wait to start dinner, with them as if they could not do it after the other person has already started, will their food taste any worse? It is like a race where the point is to start all together and if one does so first it is cheating? I mean what is the significance of that specially if some arrive before I mean I understand it if we are all sitting together and somebody starts before the rest have been served but when a person starts before someone who has not even arrived at the table” Kasiutrella spoke with a certain air of pride as if she felt hers had been a winning argument which gave her cause for certain smugness.

 

Karen seeing that Kasiutrella had made her point did not see the need to continue with the same argument therefore interjected with what many knew to be her sense of calm that almost never went in to passion, though did not always include reason “Ok, that is enough young lady, you have made your point now may we please drop the subject?”. Karen’s smile could convince more than her words and on this occasion it was just this which led talk to another subject, as Thomas was not really in the mood to quarrel over an issue which was not even all that important.

 

“Well, at least I hope she will show more control in front of our house guest who is arriving tomorrow”, Thomas stated almost as if he were both trying to change the subject while getting in the last word about the previous one. Karen and Kasiutrella appeared surprised at that moment, as if they were hearing something which perhaps was not complete news to them but they had not expected. “Are we having house guest?” Karen was first to ask while Kasiutrella looked on wondering when she should come in with a question of her own which she had not yet considered. “Yes, we are and I mentioned this several weeks ago so I don’t know why you look at me so shocked” Thomas explained in his natural way of speaking which for the most part was slow and deliberate, almost as if he had rehearsed everything he had to say. “Well, dad did mention it but he did not say exactly when this house guest would be coming” Kasiutrella added; almost feeling like an adult that she was being allowed to partake in such a discussion. “I have not forgotten what you said but I just thought your nephew would not be coming this time, after all hasn’t he been saying he would come visit and stay with us for such a long time and so far, he still hasn’t.” Karen added to the conversation wanting to express her point of view which she felt should not be misunderstood that she had something against this particular house guest.

 

Thomas for his part felt he should explain given the fact that he had declared so often without results that his nephew; Pierre would be staying in their house, which he did in the form “I know before I said he will come but now he has to. He has found a job in LA, working in the cinema as camera man so he will come and stay till he finds an apartment or a place to live”. Karen in reality was not well acquainted with Pierre apart from knowing him from the distance that allows one to appreciate the looks of a person which he surely did not lack or the overall personality which she in all truth had never taken any kind of fancy toward, given she found him overly flirtatious. “You know, I have known him for over 15 years since he was a teenager and in all that time I don’t think I have ever had any conversation that went beyond a few words of hello and how are you but I do remember though it has been sometime since I have seen him that he is good looking, Kasiutrella even had a crush on him many years ago” Karen cried out trying to make it clear she was in a way glad about having him as a house guest. Kasiutrella, was made shy about having had her childhood fantasy discovered given she had never said anything to support the claim that she in fact had been in love with Pierre, apart from her being in an age when she wanted not only herself but her views not to be left out of any conversation. “Mom, I did not have a crush on him, well maybe a small one but that was a long time ago, besides I don’t think he even noticed me. I was such a child then and he was more concerned with you than anything else”. 

 

It was not so much the case that Thomas, was against the idea of a man being attracted to his wife as long as it did not lead to it being the other way around however there was something about Pierre he feared though he knew not what. Pierre after all had never shown interest or at least none which he could see in his wife or older women for that matter, however given he was 30 years old or more or less at the time which perhaps might lead to his taking an interest in Karen. Of course it also would not be the first time an attractive man had shown such an interest though for some reason he felt he should worry; as his age no longer allowed him to keep by sexuality the wife that was his but by a title which could be so easily be changed. Of course with him being the confident man he was or at least wanted to be seen as could not make it apparent in any way that he feared loosing his wife or having her have an affair with what he had always considered to be an upstart playboy. He in all that concerned this matter could have refused his nephew to stay in his home but knew this would lead to questions as to how he could refuse his sister’s grandchild; who came to him needing a place to stay while he found one of his own. It was the idea that perhaps it was overly silly to think his wife of so many years though younger than himself would have an affair with a man, with a house guest that guided him to accept thinking it was pointless to be afraid that something intimate would come about.

 

Thomas however was not one who cherished any kind of talked that even hinted his wife might be unfaithful which brought about his reply which he hoped would not come of as defensive but in jest “Pierre has an eye for lovely women, this is true but I think my wife also has an eye only for me or so I hope”. Karen in reality had never even considered the chance of a romance between herself and Pierre though she had found him attractive even if she found his nature too loose in regards to not only life but women, in generally whom he would not stay with any longer than the season he happened to encounter them in. “Yes, it is true my dear, my eye is only to gaze upon my husband and besides I think Pierre is attracted to any woman who is over the age of 15 and under my own so I don’t think he will even notice me, not that I want him to of course” Karen spoke in a flat tone of voice as she reached across the table to touch her husband’s hand who seemed almost worried, as if fearing his wife were hiding some sort of desire, not only from him but even herself. Naturally with Thomas being one who had been trained by society to hide his emotions along with fears, it could not have been even any where near being noticed that such was the case as he smiled back to his wife as they held hands.

 

Kasiutrella, seeing her parents in one of those moments of romance as their eyes focused on the other cried out, “Oh, how corny “my eye is only to gaze upon”, sounds like bad poetry next you two will start kissing”. Karen looked away from Thomas not catching his worried look as she said “Don’t knock it till you tried it with somebody you are in love with”. Kasiutrella, could feel both her parents looking at her as she finished of her food and retorted with some cockiness about her “What makes you think I haven’t tried that and more with somebody I just want?”. Karen was not one to ever be able to talk with comfort to her daughter of such matters and yet she knew her husband even feared the subject; with some firmness replied more from the need to have to say something “Please stop telling us these tales of romance, you know you are too young and I told you this will be for you only when you are 16 and not a day before”. Kasiutrella in fact had experienced more sexuality than she would ever admit to her mother let alone father, whom she saw more like a grandfather, this the case even if she unlike some of her friends was still a virgin said “Ok, mother if you say so but waiting is hard at my age” with a certain cynicism about her that her father preferred to ignore, though he would talk to his wife about later.

 

As for the rest of the meal it went by calmly; as they all finished what they served themselves and Kasiutrella waiting for her parents; given she was in fact interested in how Pierre was going to direct a film at one of the studios. Karen for her part was even startled at how interested her daughter was to hear about Pierre’s career, to the point of staying almost a full half hour after having cleaned her plate as she seemed to somehow be moved by how Pierre had worked hard to get the job he was now sure to start in a week. Karen even suspected it might be this attraction for this man, who surely was one to capture the affections of many a young lady, specially like Kasiutrella who was perhaps overly romantic or even sexed though this second phase she was not aware of. 

 

 

 

Chapter Three

 

 

 There was something about the air that evening; perhaps it was the heat or the way she always felt at this time of year but there was something about the night which made Karen long for the touch of sexuality. Of course it did not escape her mind that part of her excitement had come from knowing that a younger man, who many considered to be a womanizer might desire her despite or perhaps due to her age being so much above his own.

 

Karen regardless of cause was exited, that evening as she got ready for bed putting on her night gown under which on the particular occasion she chose to wear without panties, in the hope and joy ever slight in hope that this part of her body which in her case was no longer protected by hair might be frequented by her husband’s tongue or root. She in a way felt like when she was in her early years of childhood, when attending a party with knowledge that made her aware she would not be allowed to stay up as late as the rest or fully enjoy what was to come as much as the rest who were older. Karen however on that evening did have some faint idea that theirs would go beyond the fondling and light caresses her sexual life had known for such a long time as to almost having wiped from her mind a time when her husband and her would engage in actions of penetration as to bring about ecstasy.

 

It was not that there was something new in what Karen was thinking on that evening, as many times had she put on her finest silk negligee only to have her almost dreams of more be met by the reality of her husband’s constantly advancing age; always approaching one that could be considered decrepit, if his was not already in that stage. Karen had even come to consider those nights on which her breast received a kiss or the attention of her husband’s tongue as one of making love, even if those lips so much bellow her breast had been ignored for so long by hands other than her own let alone any other part of her husband’s body which had become in many ways alienated from her most intimate component.

 

In what was these evening however there was one thing which could be considered new for Karen and that being her own daughter Kasiutrella, her having come to an age where womanhood lurked in her life to the point that it would not be long before sexuality would change her life. This being the case even if her mother preferred to think of her as a virgin, who would at least stay that way till an age which she considered acceptable though in all truth she had been excited by the idea that her daughter, had even taken to noticing how her mother still attracted attention.

 

Kasiutrella was a lovely young woman, very much so and this in so many ways reminded her of herself almost 40 years ago when her own body had started to develop along with the hormones that drove her to seek out the same desire for what was then novelty from those whose contrast would let her experience that which she could envision as being so lovely. It was perhaps this concept of youth in development that guided her to dare to strive for her rose to get the attention it so longed for, as it was desire to finally have the full treatment as she had come to call it that made her more adventurous with her husband that night.

This being to the point that Thomas, felt even slightly embarrassed as his wife Karen, started kissing and sucking his root after having gone through their ritual of shy mouth kisses along with his tongue taking taste from the rouge area on her large female mounds. Thomas, even feeling like a child who was being asked to do something he was not ready for, as if he were being put in a situation which should be obvious that he was no longer apt for; him feeling much like a fan at an opera who had suddenly been asked to get up on stage and take over the lead role. Thomas on any other occasion would have stopped his wife but there was something he could see in her eyes, that was almost like a furry that not only turned him on but even freighted him, almost as if she were a female rapist or the roles of their gender had been changed.

 

Karen was in control and this she knew well, like he had been so many years ago, where he guided yet it was now her who as she sucked with passion on his root was able to release some of its fury manifested in its hardness, which she could feel for the first time in so long as to make her of the mind that it might actually penetrate not only those lips which she had wrapped around it but those of so much more importance to her female anatomy. Thomas for his part felt he was being forced as she was using in fact though unknown to what she realized; her strength which given his age and her working out with weights had grown superior to his, to get him to do what she wanted. Karen seemed unrecognizable as she went at his male intimacy with ferocity, which in a way made Thomas who had never gone beyond conservative when regards to sex; feel as if he were being manipulated by this woman who seemed new to him. He placing his hands on her head as she worked on his root to give it the stiffness it would need to take that journey which had been so long in coming, in to those reaches in her which at times seemed so far.

 

Karen felt his lust growing as she tasted his root which in reality she despite all her effort knew would never achieve the stiffness it once had but was hoping would at least be able to have the strength to force its way in to that cave of her female desire; as it used to, so many years ago. This being what she was not going to be denied of that evening, feeling that she would rape her husband if need be but intercourse would be theirs, regardless of his desire or perhaps lack of it, for hers was what had to be satisfied.

 

All creating a situation similar to the soldier who is being made to go forward on the field of battle by a commander who is not in the least bit concerned weather or not he is willing or even able to accomplish the task he is being asked to perform. The reality being that concern is for victory and not the life of the soldier; who at most is expendable, where the cause will make all forget that some had to be sacrificed. Victory in Karen’s case being her husband leaving the seed of perhaps very limited desire in her rose which for so long had been limited only to what her own fingers could provide to give rise to its fantasy.

  

This being Karen’s perhaps not ultimate triumph yet one to cherish for what would be a long time to come, while Thomas was like the soldier who would not know glory on that day other than surviving the ordeal of the battle. All so he might perhaps fight another day or perhaps simply retire from the activities which in his case would be those of real intercourse, which at his age might even proof fatal, given what he claimed to have a heart that no longer could withstand the trials of a battle of the sexual kind.

 

Karen, once having established command over her soldier through superior physical strength which she had made clear she would not hesitate to use to get what she wanted much like a military commander using threats of court martial; felt in complete command to use her husband’s body as if it were an object for her desire wish she could mold and shape as her fancy struck her. How it felt to have her husband like this was something she had so often contemplated, for it was what she had always considered men to feel with a woman, whom they would take to injecting with their manhood as soon as their pride came about. It was she who for the first time in her life was in this position as she felt her husband in her mouth knowing he was as ready as his years would let him be to be taken by her as oppose to him taking her.

 

Princess Karen at that moment elevated herself to a sitting position from which she caught a glimpse of Thomas’s eyes, so fearful that he might not be able to perform what he was almost being forced to. It even seeming to Karen that he like a child was asking to be freed of the task he was being ordered to perform, though in reality the situation in his wife had gone beyond what she would or could control as she placed her legs around him in a way that she was riding him. All was ready and how freighted Thomas was; almost like a young girl who is about to loose her virginity, which in a way she is almost to embarrassed to say she wishes to keep but is more worried to let down the one who has worked up lusts as to make them dangerous should they be not fulfilled.

 

Karen seeing it all depended on her much like it often falls upon the male took charge, sensing this was the time as she took Thomas’s root which though not so hard would hopefully be able to at least penetrate the ring of her womanhood; entering her most graceful passage. It was not so much worry in her that it would not enter this place where she knew it wanted to be despite the fears its master felt but that it would not last long enough even in this arousal as to bring about her own moment of joy.

 

It was then that Karen so the main action could start that she simply pushed down with her behind; as she almost shoved his now going limp root in to herself, for what would be the start of their lovemaking. Thomas at that point was even shocked at what his wife had managed to get him to do much; like the student who is being led by his teacher to the extreme that he is no longer capable of making choices and is even surprised to see what he is capable of when directed in the right fashion. This what Karen was doing as she once having set herself at the right place, forced her body to go down on Thomas’s root which she felt inside her though nowhere near what it once had been.

 

Karen held on to Thomas’s shoulders much like a man pining down another or like Thomas had once done to her only it was her who held him and even forced him as she emphasized her waist’s movements almost to use him to make love to herself. Raise and descend she would as she held him; who was so mentally overwhelmed as well as physically to say anything let alone do anything, for this was not the way he was told sex should be. Karen was changing all the rules, she was making love to him solely as her will dictated.

 

Karen sensing her intruder, who in some regards was a prisoner; was not solid enough to reenter her ultimate sexual passage did not go up enough as to give it a chance to escape. All of which not letting up the pressure on her captive admirer, whom her lips tightened around as much as her muscles would allow her so she might squeeze from him the very offering once again which had so many years ago produced their first child.

 

Thomas was feeling a complete loss of control, as he looked up at the strong woman, much more than him; enjoying from his sexuality which even started to give arousal to his pride that he even at this age could in sense fulfill. How long had he not seen her in real ecstasy and though it would be hard to say hers was total; it was there, as she did moan and groan. This making her appear incredibly beautiful to him who could see her eyes close in ecstasy; reminding him of the smile she had.

 

Karen could sense hers was about to end which made her rush her tempo; to almost frantic as she seemed to almost be trying to get out the last drop from a fruit which was her husband’s root, in an attempt to make it give its splendor; so long not hers to cherish. Thomas could sense his wife was as she had not been in so many years and it was then he tried to give her that seed; he for the first time that evening touching her breast, while even trying to make his root provide.

 

Karen feeling her husband efforts, continued with mirth in what come to be the first orgasm she had felt inside her; which in a way was a victory, even if hers did not come other than the satisfaction that she had made Thomas exert himself more than he thought himself still capable of. Karen had been on the verge of her own, which was also more than she would have even thought possible at the start of the evening, while Thomas’s had come in the form of a light spray. This being what she wanted to praise as she rolled off him; much like a mother wishes to do with her son, who has just done something of certain merit.

 

 

 

Chapter Four

 

 

 

 Karen went off her husband, almost as tired and fatigued as a man would usually be; for she in all reality had done the work while Thomas had but been a participant; much like most females are usually limited in their role. Thomas was tired and sweating; as if he had been in a marathon though in reality, it was not so much the physical effort which had tired him, for he did from time to time do physical exercise which was even more strenuous than what he had just done yet it was the lose of his seed which had made him weak. He on the other hand was proud as to what his body, even if largely assisted by his much younger wife had done, as he at his age; managed to have an orgasm, even if ever so slight in a woman who was still desired by many with infinitely more vigor than he. Thomas’s was fatigue which would not allow him to contemplate what had been, however his feelings were alive as he lay on his back almost out of breath, feeling much like a marathon runner whose fatigue is a badge of honor that he has at least finished the race. 

 

Karen for her part, felt like the general who has won the battle but is all too aware that the war was more than lost yet can take certain pride that he had at least delayed defeat a little longer; though ultimately defeat is inevitable. This being the case since such nights were not to be hoped for again, since they more than likely would not return with any frequency if at all. Karen in a way was saddened by this much like a person who has been allowed to stay in a luxurious hotel by a chance wish probably will never repeat itself and not by his or her own money which he or she knows will more than likely never suffice to return.

 

Karen had not achieved orgasm however in all this was not a malcontent and felt happy, as it had been more than she would have even dared dream for, after all her rose had gotten more attention than it had in the last ten years. “Thank you, Thomas.” Karen spoke as she tried to get back her breath. Thomas not really knowing what to think asked “What are you thanking me for?”. Karen feeling it was apparent that she was praising his efforts which had been pushed almost beyond his limit said “For loving me and making me happy tonight like I have not been in a long time.” as she looked in to his eyes which contrary to hers were but tired.

 

Karen in a way was grateful but if truth be known even if just to herself; had become even more full of desire, though this would be truly what could be called “asking too much” from a man who by all means had been deprived of all energy though she did want more. This in and of itself was not a problem as she could sneak off to the bathroom in the night to bring about her own orgasm; as she had done on so many previous nights however she did begin to ponder the future and would this come about again and how long it would take for her to loose interest in this which if all be considered held but novelty value to a woman so awakened to the idea that she might have so much more even if by this very small display. 

 

All consideration of the sort was for the future, for the time present was to some extent; one to celebrate. It being what she did as she lay on her back, holding her husband’s hand in the hope she had not hurt him in any way. These being fears she did not want to mention out loud as she might be implying that her husband’s body had been overly pushed or that he was too old for what had been theirs. In a way she went back to the role of what was expected of a woman, meaning the one that dictated she should wait on his words to tell her what had to be or what had been.

 

Thomas did not reply right away as he really felt there was nothing he wanted or need to say; as it was a certain degree of pride and even vanity that lent to his holding up appearances by saying “I am glad I can still make you happy.” as he put up his pajama pants and rolled over with the word “Good night”. Karen did not know what to say other than “Good night” as she waited for her husband to doze of so she might conclude what had been initiated in the bathroom.

 

Thomas while in the process of falling in to the slide that leads to slumber felt he had accomplished something much like the runner; who has been forced to go beyond what he thought he was capable of and in a strange way was grateful he had been made to do what he had. This since he in truth to himself did not ignore the fact that he would not have done what he had on his own accord.

 

 

 

Chapter Five

 

 

 

 It in a way was strange; as having made love to her husband had not really satisfied her but quit the contrary had left her with more longing than usual to go in to the place she had turned in to her haven. This being her bathroom which was another than her husband’s; who would never use hers just as she would never use his. To Karen in many ways this almost nightly ritual had become one very much similar to a sleep walker, who acts on instinct, not aware of where he or she is in the physical form; as that person is living out a fantasy in his or her mind where the body is simply trying to keep pace with the ideas of the mind.

 

Of course the reality was not one that Princess Karen was sleep walking, for she knew perfectly well what her body was doing as well as what she wanted. She in what had become almost routine would get up as she did not that night once she was sure her husband had dozed off and go to her bathroom, which she would do so barefoot and on tip toes; as to not awake her husband, who on some nights was prone to waking up in the middle of the night.

 

Karen had come to threat these experiences as a way of going back to the past or perhaps a secret rendezvous with a mysterious devotee; which in her case was the 9 inch instrument she kept in a secret compartment of her bathroom just under the tub. It being what she on so many occasions had soaked, providing her with more erotic flight of fancy for her body’s senses than even the hot water and salts she tended to have her baths with. Regarding this rubber vibrator which she had come to treasure, almost as much if not more than any piece of jewelry she had, it in fact was given to her by a friend, who more in jest gave it to her after the two had visited a sex shop and had even gone to the trouble of checking out; more for the amusement of having the clerk at the store demonstrate how it performed its function. How she and her friend Patricia, had enjoyed themselves that day seeing that shy young man showing them how a vibrator worked, with regards to not only how to put in its batteries or turn it on but the fashion in which it should be held to allow it to stimulate that part of the feminine anatomy it was mainly intended to. Karen had been so intrigued by it as she would have never imagined that something of the sort could be used by so many women like herself, yet it was at first only curiosity that led her to ask if this small but potent lover; in its ability to never grow tired could be used to penetrate the opening from behind which in fact she had never allowed any man to use.

 

It was this the moment she treasured the most as that young man, who in reality was neither good looking nor charming in any way apart from being overly bashful told her that many a high society lady like herself came to the place saying they just wanted to have information if these was possible. Karen could even imagine how many a woman (unlike herself at the time) stooped so low as to use this device on their anal entrance to obtain that which their husbands no longer would or could provide. Some even preferring this rubber object given the greater control they had over it and because it would not be painful and would stop when they desired. Naturally there were those who preferred the services of this which had come to be her favorite toy given they did not want to give the impression that by preferring or desiring this form of penetration they were prone to being overly loose or would perform the act with any man. It was this precious reason which Karen, herself said more in jest than anything that would be the reason if she were ever to purchase one of those “sinful toys of the devil” as she dubbed it.

 

Karen’s friend; Patricia had always admired Karen’s sense of humor and in an attempt to play a practical joke on her friend went through the trouble purchasing the very same vibrator they had looked at and wrapping it in red paper, on which she wrote the words “sinful toy of the devil” which instantly told Karen what she would be opening. This put Karen on alert that on that Christmas; this was a gift which though presented in jest she should by no means open in front of her husband, as contrary even to her own intensions it would become his substitute in those most intimate parts of her anatomy.

 

Karen at first only kept this “toy of the devil”, given she really knew not what to do with it, for whom could she pass it on to and could she really throw away a present which she could always show to other friends as a way to get even with Patricia for her perhaps bad taste. It in a way was odd that as soon as her eyes saw the present she knew where she would keep it; in a place she was sure would never be discovered, yet it was not with the purpose of keeping it long, as she in fact intended to return it to Patricia. Patricia in turn shocking her by saying she had one of her own, which she used more often than she would ever admit to any friend who was not as close as Karen. All of which leading to some guilt in Karen that she had felt any rancor with her friend for this present, which perhaps was given with not only mirth in mind but intensions of her physical enjoyment, though at first impact had made her feel some resentment toward Patricia.

 

It was with a lot of reluctance that Princess Karen even turned on her devil’s toy and even more so that she introduced it in to her body; at first around her rose and eventually in to the area of herself nature had dubbed her vagina, with the pretext which she even doubted at first that she was merely doing it as an experiment just so she might see what it was like. It being very similar to somebody trying something he or she knows he or she will not like but does so just to say it was at least tried. This argument her mentality imposed on her was accepted at first but how many times can one try something with the excuse that it is not for pleasure but just to grab the taste, this the case since she had already used it 10 times with multiple orgasms when she finally allowed herself to accept that this little toy was in fact her lover.

 

Karen in many ways had made hers in to a drill which she repeated every time almost identically, every time she went in to her bathroom with the purpose of self satisfaction or the one of the mind as she had come to think of. This being that it was her memories that motivated her devils toy to those points so giving in ecstasy, which she could find with so much more ease than she felt any man would ever be able to, for how could a man ever know which points to touch; save he be told or observe her in the act but this she was certain would never be.

 

 

 

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