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L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali
Topic Started: July 1, 2012, 2:02 am (22,568 Views)
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jaymzbabe
January 27, 2013, 10:07 pm
Good boy James :nanner: :nanner: :nanner:
Lets see if he keeps it up! :wink
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I am glad he got rid of the champagne. I get the sense that Hannah is what is saving him right now as well as his children.

The last part of this update was just so damn cute!

More please!
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January 27, 2013, 10:17 pm
I am glad he got rid of the champagne. I get the sense that Hannah is what is saving him right now as well as his children.

The last part of this update was just so damn cute!

More please!
Yes, Hannah and kids are saving him, but he needs to tell her so she can help him or else he's just keeping this relapse a secret. :ugh:

Yep, more coming very soon! :nanner:
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James and I had enjoyed an in-house massage in the custom room in our villa. The wooden blinds kept out the light and ceiling fans that cooled the room. For an hour we had each enjoyed a full body massage. We lay side by side on separate beds recovering, returning to consciousness. My head rushed after our hour long massage. James turned his head to mine stirring. He had moaned joyfully throughout.

‘That….was….amazing!’ he groaned. He tried to lift his chest from the bed but failed, his back still throbbing. The two masseuses’ had left us in private to redress. I sat up nude my legs out stretched in front of me, leaning back, my with my arms behind me. James smiled widely, admiring my body, as usual, his eyes settled on my chest.

‘Do you think they’re gone?’ he grinned, lifting his head from the table to listen. I nodded.

‘Come join me, darling’ he suggested, his deep voice was horny and excited. He managed to roll to his back and I climbed onto his massage table, straddling him at his waist. He too was fully nude.

‘You were right, that was fantastic!’ he sighed. I leant forward over his body and we kissed warmly as his hands smoothed my back. He tugged his towel free from across his groin and dropped it to the floor. I slid down his body wanting to treat him to the heady sensation of my mouth on his cock. He groaned appreciatively as I tipped his cock with my tongue, lengthening him in my mouth with long deep slides. His voice carried with a short moan as I sucked the tip, outlining it with my wet tongue. His cock stood hard on it’s own now, I smiled straddling him once more.

‘Oh Darling that was great!’ he breathed, welcoming my mouth back to his. His hand held my butt as his penis found me underneath.

‘Ohhh yeah!’ he head rolled back as I rocked on him, sliding up and down his hard length in his lap. The table groaned and I paused cautiously. James sat forward, his back clicking as he moved for the first time post-massage. His face winced.

‘I’m an old man!’ he groaned. He stood and led me to the wall, standing behind me, entering me again and fucking me hard from behind. I screamed softly to his fast gait.

‘That what you want, darling?’ he begged. He wanted to voice to echo his.

‘Yeah!’ I moaned as he repositioned himself behind me. This time, he pushed his body hard up against mine with his chest to my back, wrapping his arm around my around my middle as I held the wall for balance. He pushed into me deeply and I felt his full size inside me. He smelt of a delicious fresh fragrance from the massage oil, the heat on his skin transferring the sticky residue to me. He withdrew, wanting me to lie on the end of his massage table again. He wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood between my open legs. He penetrated me once more holding my thighs with his warm hands. I watched the sweat bead on his forehead as he closed his eyes in concentration, I knew his orgasm was near. He shouted in a warning voice, a pre-cursor to his unbridled orgasm that rippled through his body. His chest crumbled forward, leaning over me, panting hard his mouth stuck open in a knowing gasp. His body buckled into me in four hard jolts that sourced a hungry cry from his open lips. His body paused and he made a long moaning sigh.

‘Hannah! Oh man….I came so hard!’ he bleated. I kissed his mouth happily, taking his face in my hands. His body felt amazing over mine. He paused inside me, taking a moment to catch his breath. His shoulders were strong and rippled as he held himself over me.

‘Don’t stop!’ I moaned, he apologised, continuing his race for me. His fingers shot forward to tease my nipples hard.

‘God you turn me on!’ he moaned, he was already running sticky and wet down my thighs. He ground his hips hard into me teasing me in warm circles. The pressure was thrilling me, I was almost there. My hand shot between our torso’s to rub myself.

‘Oh baby!’ he begged wanting to see. He paused to admire my hand between my thighs. My fingers rubbed myself fast and he withdrew standing behind me, watching me massage myself into a hasty rush. My mouth dropped open in happy surprise as his had moments earlier. I made a short energetic cry and my legs quivered hard to the sensation. His eyes were wide in amazement as he watched my body writhe. I opened my eyes to catch my breath and his open arms pulled me forward to stand with him. He held me tightly against his nude body.

‘Oh wow!’ he gasped, we both panted hard. The room was hot and sticky and it was time to move to our bedroom upstairs. James handed me a fresh towel that I wrapped around my body. He did the same with another around his waist.

‘A nice cool shower?’ he suggested. I nodded, tasting his mouth over and over.
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That evening, after a swim in the ocean, we lay outside our villa on a cushioned beach lounger underneath the large canopy. I curled into James’ body and his hands smoothed my middle happily.

‘I’m so glad we came here, the privacy is amazing!’ he whispered. I quite agreed. His fingers teased the clasp on my bikini top once more.

‘Can I take this off?’ he asked gently. ‘I love seeing you topless, there’s no one here to see’ he whispered. We kissed hotly for a long while, our bodies rolling together. I let him tug the fabric free and his eyes adored my full chest. He brushed my long hair over my shoulder, and his fingers smoothed down my chest following my curves, smiling broadly. A gentle breeze cooled the hot evening air. My hand settled on his waist reading the inked words on his chest of his five children’s names. His eyes caught mine:

‘I don’t know where I’ll put the next one’ he smiled, trying me for my reaction.

‘The next one?’ I giggled, kissing him teasingly.

‘Yeah—why not?’ he asked, seriously. It was the first time he had suggested we try for another baby. Our first two children had not been planned, but we loved our growing family.

‘Maybe in another six months when Chelsea is one?’ he suggested. I smiled at the thought.

‘Perhaps—let’s see’ I grinned cryptically, offering him my affirmative feelings with my wide smile.

‘You’re an amazing mother’ he smiled. He paused before he continued. ‘I wish you’d have met my Mom, she would’ve loved to have met her grandkids, she’d be a great-grandmother to Neil’ James gulped. I nodded, smoothing his shoulder in comfort.

‘Francesca’s parents will enjoy him’ I smiled, James nodded. He exhaled hard.

‘I am so proud of Castor’ he confessed, although I already knew he was.

‘What time’s his game?’ I asked.

‘In a few hours’ James reminded me. ‘I’ll call him tonight from the house’ he explained. He flicked the touch screen of his mobile that was useless here in annoyance.

‘I feel like playing my guitar’ he said, tapping his fingers on his thigh. ‘I’m gonna run inside and grab it’.

‘Alright’ I smiled, relaxing back into the cushions to lie on my back. James rolled over me before he stood, his mouth wanted to kiss my bare chest again. His lips sucked gently on my nipple.

‘Your skin tastes like honey’ he breathed. ‘I’ll be back’ he promised with a warm kiss to the lips.

I lay back, closing my eyes enjoying the sound of the sea and the cool breeze that moved in. For five minutes, I heard nothing but the waves. James’ feet on the path and the sound of his acoustic guitar came closer. I opened my eyes at his presence as he settled beside me on the outdoor lounge. He rested his guitar on his leg as he played. I turned to my side and propped up my head with my hand listening to him play with a smile. His eyes smiled wide at my nude chest.

‘What are you playing?’ I asked him. He paused to answer.

‘Just some riffs’ he smiled.

‘Are you writing new songs already?’ I asked him curiously. We never talked about the band in our private time together. They had only just started touring their new album.

‘I’m always writing something’ he replied seriously, plucking at the strings. He pulled his phone from his pocket setting it to record and experimented with another riff. I watched him with a naughty smile, knowing he was distracted looking at me topless. He stopped playing his guitar to lift his phone and photograph me.

‘Beautiful!’ he smiled. He looked to the ocean as the sun set lower towards the horizon.

‘Would you like a day on a yacht tomorrow? I’ve been considering booking one for the day’ he asked. I remembered our date in Hawaii years ago, it had been an amazing afternoon on board a three decked superyacht.

‘We could go for a tour around the islands, swim, go to another beach, or over to the main Island you could go shopping?’ he suggested with a grin. I leant forward to kiss him and his face turned brighter at the sight of my chest.

‘Sounds lovely’ I flirted.
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A day on a yacht you say?

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January 28, 2013, 7:29 am
A day on a yacht you say?

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Yep!! :lol:
Up soon!
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Oh! I cannot wait to see what's going next! :)
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Aboard the chartered super-yacht we sat on the large balcony on the second level, overlooking the ocean as it whizzed past. James leant over the side as we admired the schools of fish below in the clear waters. The transparency was breath-taking. We paused near a small beach, bobbing in the wake of other boats as we prepared to swim. James lowered himself carefully into the deep water, reaching out for my hand as I followed him down the three small steps that descended into the water. He held me in his arms as we bobbed together in the water.

‘No more shark jokes, alright?!’ I reminded him. He had pretended we had company in Hawaii. James laughed.

‘You’re too easy, you always fall for it!’ he grinned remembering the crab in the shell joke. I splashed him and he splashed me back as we both tread water in the deep ocean. We swam a short distance from the yacht, James swimming ahead strongly in fast strokes. I watched him turn and swim back to me, smoothing back his wet hair with his hand as he resurfaced. After a long swim, we returned to the boat to sunbathe as we made our way to the Grand Cayman Island. The main island was much busier than where we stayed. James led me by the hand as we walked casually through the main street. It was filled with tourists, busy markets, fisherman, wealthy boat owners and locals. James drew some attention from tourists. I stood back as James stopped politely to shake hands and pose for photos.

A while later, we continued walking through the crowded street towards a café. James offered me a seat and I took it and we settled under a large umbrella outside. I watched him unfold a large white napkin and wiping his brow with sweat. He seemed overheated again and slightly out of sorts. I surveyed him with a frown, it was hot at home in California and the heat didn’t normally bother him this much. I poured him a cold glass of water as we waited for the menus and he took it thankfully. I knew from experience he never revealed a problem when asked. I decided against asking him again if he was okay.

‘I’m sorry about people stopping us before, Hannah’ he began. I noticed his fingers trembled on his glass.

‘It’s alright, I don’t mind’ I reassured him sweetly. He returned my remark with a happy glow. Tables of patrons inside had turned to see us, some removing their phones and flashing their cameras at us.

‘Just a quick lunch then back to the yacht?’ he suggested. I nodded silently, his mood had deflated since we had arrived at the main island. My own phone vibrated in my handbag for the first time in days, I reached for it in astonishment.

‘I have a signal!’ I grinned, flicking through my messages. ‘It’s Dad, the kids are doing fine. And Marcella—she says tells Dad I have news about college when he gets home’ I read. James’ face ticked in wonder. ‘Something to do with Harvard?’ I questioned.

‘I don’t know’ James seemed mystified himself.

‘Your children are amazing, you know that?’ I smiled, taking his hand across the table. He grinned back, his expression returning warm and relaxed at my touch.

‘Has Cali been in touch lately?’ I wondered. James shook his head, his oldest daughter was taking her distance these days from her father. No doubt she disapproved of our marriage.

‘Last time we talked she was enjoying college’ he said, pushing his sunglasses back to his face that fell down the bridge of his nose. A waiter appeared at our table and offered us the menu’s and James smiled politely.

‘What can I get you to drink, Sir? Beer, wine?’ James gulped, his mind raced; his face burst into a cold sweat that beaded quickly on his forehead.

‘N-no’ he trembled. ’Juice please. Hannah?’ he asked. I cast a worried glance to my husband before replying.

‘The same please’ I smiled. The waiter nodded, disappearing. I squeezed his hand that still held mine across the table.

‘They shouldn’t assume’ I said softly, although James didn’t react to my words as he read. After a long silence he spoke.

‘I think I’ll get the calamari—looks good’ he said, shutting the menu. His face returned to mine with a weak smile. I wondered on his wavering expression: we’d had a wonderful morning and a fantastic getaway so far, his change of mood was recent—it had hit as soon as we arrived at the café, before we had ordered. As the food arrived, he settled once more his smile returning and his voice more certain.

‘Do you want to walk back through the mall?’ he offered. I smiled, I did. We enjoyed our meal now with less stares than before from the tourists. James led me by the hand down the busy street and we headed inside the mall. He paused with me outside a jewellery store as I looked in the window.

‘Why don’t you get something for your girls?’ I suggested, pointing to white gold and diamond droplet earrings on display.

‘They’re pretty—I just don’t know what girls like’ he explained. I tugged him inside. ‘I do!’ I smiled. His lips kissed my bare shoulder as we browsed, peering into the glass cabinets. He stood close behind me, his hand still entwined in mine as we browsed.

‘These would suit Marcella’ I said, pointing to pair of large blue sapphire studs. ‘She has your eyes’ I whispered lovingly, reminding him and James blushed. ‘She does’ he replied back softly.

‘Okay, what about Cali?’ he asked. A sales assistant approached us brightly. James selected the first pair and chose a second pair for Cali from the assistant’s suggestions. I caught a flash from the corner of my eye and looked up towards the glass doors of the shop: a gang of tourists all held their mobile phones, and flashed eagerly at us. James turned, noticing them a moment after I did. He sighed, knowing his time here was almost up.

‘Hannah?’ he asked me, pointing to a third pair.

‘I was thinking, these could be gifts for each of you for Castor and Lilly’s wedding—would you like these?’ he asked, pointing to a pair of large square diamond earrings. They were at least tax-free here in the Cayman’s at $10,000US dollars.

‘They’re beautiful—are you sure?’ I asked in surprise.

‘M’am, I am!’ he grinned. I offered him a warm kiss to the cheek, resting my hand on his shoulder. ‘Then I would love them!’ I smiled.
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I have a bad feeling about James...Sounds interesting for the next chapter!

I'm glad you mentionned Marcella and James's other kids! ( Now, I'm pretty sure you'd make a sequel :biggrin )

Love it, as usual! :heart:
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January 29, 2013, 11:06 pm
I have a bad feeling about James...Sounds interesting for the next chapter!

I'm glad you mentionned Marcella and James's other kids! ( Now, I'm pretty sure you'd make a sequel :biggrin )

Love it, as usual! :heart:
As always, I like to mix things up and yes, James isn't going to help himself hiding his problems from Hannah now she's his wife.

The other kids are an important part of all the stories.

Thank you! :heart:
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That evening after dinner, we both lay on the bed exhausted from the heat---the ceiling fan circulating fast above us. The air was thick and hot, even after the sun had gone down. We had enjoyed another lovely dinner being waited upon on the beach. James’ demeanour had relaxed once more, he seemed more at ease now than he had earlier today. I turned my face to his as I lay beside his body. His shirt stuck to his chest and he peeled his wet shirt away from his skin in apology. He threw his discarded shirt aiming for the chair but it fell to the floor. He lay back with a sigh.

‘Man, it’s really hot tonight’ he repeated. I nodded. I stood from the bed where we lay resting on the covers and lifted my dress over my head, rejoining him in my bra and panties. His eyes lit up at the sight of me. I crawled over his body and he shared my broad smile.

‘Hello!’ he grinned, accepting my mouth. We kissed warmly enjoying our privacy. The short week without our children with only each other’s company was both magical and foreign. His hands smoothed down my sides towards my bottom, and his fingers slipped underneath the fabric holding handfuls of flesh.

‘Do you wanna ride me, baby?’ he suggested. I straddled him in the exact position that suggested I might. I smiled approvingly.

‘Yes, alright!’ I breathed. His voice made an approving gasp as he took my face for more breathless kisses.

‘I love when you ride my dick’ he moaned as he kissed fast into my mouth. I loved it to, we shared hot mouths as his hands slid my panties down my thighs. He wriggled free out of his boards shorts he still wore from our swim earlier. He rubbed himself fast with his right hand before I settled onto him. I moaned appreciatively, sitting in his lap grinding him the way I knew he loved. His head rolled back and his face was immediately vacant with pleasure. I rushed fast in his lap and his hands held my thighs desperately. Both our moans filled the hot air that refused to leave our room. His chest beaded with sweat and he sat forward fast.

‘Hannah lemme hold you still’ he begged holding me in his lap, sliding himself fast, pumping me with his full strength. He made a dizzy shout—his hips had already pumped his successful shot fast inside me.

‘OH!’ his mouth gaped open hard as he experienced his sudden rush. It had been short and sweet but exactly what he needed. He collapsed backwards on the bed with a happy sigh. He lay panting, jerking himself slowly down from his high. I hadn’t minded my own lack of satisfaction—it had been for him, it was what he needed. He wrestled with his thoughts as his body ignited itself with the after-effect of his orgasmic rush. He stood quickly from the bed looking energised.

‘Hannah, I’m just gonna run downstairs, I’ll be right back’ he smiled. He wrapped a towel around his waist and I watched him jog quickly down.

He made it towards the kitchen on autopilot, opening the fridge as though he were at home. The fridge had been re-stocked while they were out—it was now a collection of banned substances: rum shots, two shelves of beer, two bottles of wine, and their breakfast for the morning—two larges plates of fresh tropical fruit and yoghurt. He took two of the rum shots from the fridge closing it behind him. His heart raced, he knew he didn’t have long. He stepped outside into the garden seperating the villa from the beach, twisting open the first small glass bottle and pouring it back in one easy mouthful. The second clicked easily open in his hand and he savoured the second like an old enemy. The taste reminded him, took him places he hadn’t been in seventeen years. His eyes stared blankly at the sea, his brain flashing images back to him, unearthing memories that both scared and tantalised him. He came back to his own awareness, realising that he was holding the two small empty bottles. He hesitated, thinking where to discard them. He knew he couldn’t leave them inside the house, Hannah would no doubt see them. He walked a short distance down the beach where he knew the resort staff would find them and clear them away. He left them on an outside table near a courtyard and made a quick walk back to their villa.

In the kitchen he opened the fridge door once more, rearranging the contents. There had been eight shots arranged in rows of two, and now that there were six, there was an obvious gap in the fridge. He rolled two beers along the shelf to fill the space. Happy, he took two cans of coke from the fridge: one for him and one for Hannah. He knew it would cover the taste of rum on his breath nicely. He hated having to avoid kissing his wife after taking a drink.

On the way up the stairs to the bedroom he stopped and paused: a can in each hand. A thought rose to his mind, but he couldn’t face it. He couldn’t tell her, not yet. He needed this secret for a bit longer even if his weakness was destroying him.
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Oh james :td: u have to tell Hannah :ugh: this isn't going to be good

More soon :heart:
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January 30, 2013, 3:21 am
Oh james :td: u have to tell Hannah :ugh: this isn't going to be good

More soon :heart:
Yes, he does! And more very soon :) :o
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*stands on top of a hill* Ah, looks like a storms a comin'!
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