It's been a while since I published anything, but that doesn't mean I haven't been writing. I have a number of stories I've started, and then put aside for various reasons. Either I lost my interest in them, didn't have a way to proceed, or life just got in the way and I haven't been able to write beyond a chapter or two.
So I figured I'd do a little experiment, a little crowd sourcing if you will, and see if anyone thought these stories were worth pursuing further. I'm going to publish two stories, this is the first one. Both explore a similar theme, but with some real differences. This story only has one chapter; the one I'll publish next has two.
With both of these, I know where I want to finish them, but I just haven't been able to draw up the motivation to fill in all the blanks in between. But maybe there's an interest out there in me pursuing either of these...I don't know. If so, maybe I'll write them further. I'm interested in everyone's thoughts, even if you hate them and tell me they stink, that's fine too.
Given the subject matter, I expect many of the comments will be something like: "I hate these characters, I hate you...you should have them all jump off a building and take you with them," etc..etc...etc. Those comments are fine too, but they don't really interest me; these characters only exist in my own deviant mind, I'm not advocating anyone do what they do.
And just as a further warning, to those people who enjoyed my last story, this subject matter will most assuredly be different. So the Joe and Vicky fans may want to sit these out; just a suggestion. One of the other stories I've put aside, and probably will pursue in the future, is a sequel to When You Know featuring Joe's sister...perhaps that will be something that interests you?
Anyway, hope at least a few people enjoy this story.
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"And that's all we have for you this lovely morning. For the rest of the Sunrise crew, I'm Nicole Baker, wishing you a great day!"
"And...cut," the director called out. "We're clear."
"Thanks everyone," Nicole complimented the crew. "Another great job, let's do it again tomorrow."
Nicole Baker was the hottest name in morning news, host of the #1 network morning show, Sunrise. In just a few short years since her promotion to host, the show had rocketed from last place to first in the ratings. All of the credit was given to Nicole, the charming former weather girl with the winning personality, the girl next door.
Nicole was more than just the girl next door though; she was a knockout, with chestnut brown hair and captivating green eyes. No doubt there were a large number of male (and female) viewers who only watched to ogle her, but she still had the charm and down to earth persona to attract other viewers.
And any doubts about her ability to handle hard news had been erased with how she performed during the coverage of last year's commuter train accident that killed 50 people outside Washington. Her grace and humanity in interviewing the survivors and families of the deceased won over even her critics. Everyone was already speculating about her next step: evening anchor, host of primetime specials, a book deal; everything was on the table for the 34-year old star.
Nicole also had a picture perfect family life, married to Simon Whittaker, eldest son of Nelson Whittaker, the dean of NY financiers. Simon had taken over as managing partner of his father's firm after Nelson retired, and was already taking it to even greater heights. He had the ear of the President on financial matters, was even considered a contender for Secretary of the Treasury down the road. Nicole and Simon were a New York power couple, in all the society magazines and without a hint of scandal.
Even their hardest trial had been overcome; after a year of trying to conceive without success, tests confirmed that Simon had a low sperm count that made natural conception difficult. Several years of fertility treatments were also unsuccessful. They kept all this private, but the failure weighed on both of them. But, just as they were about to give up, their miracle occurred and Nicole found herself pregnant; little Emily had just celebrated her second birthday. By all accounts, they seemed to have everything they could need; everything they could want.
But every couple, even one as perfect as Nicole and Simon, had secrets; that they kept from the world, that they kept from each other. And Nicole was no different; as she prepared to leave the studio for the day, she placed a call to her biggest secret, one that if it got out would permanently alter everyone's perception of her.
"Hi, listen I have a few hours," she spoke softly into the phone. "Can you meet?; I need to see you."
Nicole listened to the response. "No your place is good," she replied. "I'll meet you there in 30 minutes; I know where the spare key is."
She was meeting her husband for lunch later, so Nicole raised no eyebrows calling for a car to take her downtown. Except, instead of taking her to the financial district, it dropped her off near a loft building in SoHo. After excusing the driver, explaining she wanted to shop for an hour, she quietly made her way inside, and up to a loft that she had become very familiar with these last three years.
Nicole used the spare key to enter, and saw she was first to arrive. She looked around the apartment, at the various paintings and sculptures scattered around. There was no doubt to his talents, she realized, even if the life of an artist didn't exactly lead to much in the way of income. But Nicole wasn't here to think of his income.
She walked to the back and looked out the window toward the financial district, toward her husband's office. Then she sighed, not over any thoughts of Simon, but because she felt a pair of familiar arms circle her waist.
"You missed me, huh," he breathed into her ear, moving his hands up to fondle her perky breasts and nipples over her blouse. "Hubby not getting the job done for you, right?"
"Shhh," she replied, turning her body and placing a finger on his lips. "No words, you know what I need."
And so, they found themselves a few minutes later on his bed in the corner of the loft apartment, bedsprings protesting loudly as he pounded away between Nicole's legs from on top of her.
"Harder, HARDER!" she yelled up to him. "Drive me through the fucking mattress!" Nicole then moved her hands from his back to his ass to encourage his thrusts, and locked her legs around his thighs.
"UGHHH," he moaned back, increasing his brutal pace. It was never tender love making with these two, with long looks into each other's eyes, gentle loving kisses and words. No, it was intense, passionate, rough even; with little in the way of discernable words exchanged. It was fucking; and it was all these two wanted from each other at the moment.
"Aghhhhh...ack!" Nicole squeaked as he pounded her mercilessly, without any real concern for her. But it's how she wanted it; any pain she felt was being overwhelmed by her pleasure, that she felt deep in the pit of her stomach and about to spread throughout her body.
"YESSSSSS!" she screamed out, squeezing his ass harder. "I'm coming!"
The exquisite look of torture and pleasure written over her face sent her partner over the edge himself. He thrust his hips several more times, then threw his head and neck back violently and bellowed his own release.
"NGHHHHHHH!" he shouted out unintelligibly, as sperm rocketed up his dick and into Nicole. She grunted as she felt him splash inside her, she loved feeling this man empty his balls into her pussy.
The man pulled back and pushed forward several more times, groaning each time as he spurted more semen when fully inside her again. He continued to thrust a few more times, even as the flow of his fluid ceased, not wanting the moment to end. Nicole reached up to kiss him, for the first time today. Finally sated, they collapsed back on the bed and kissed for a few moments, before he pulled his softening cock from inside her and rolled to the other side of the bed.
Both of them fought to catch their breath for a few moments, before he finally turned to her and spoke.
