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Summary: The tale continued after Andrew’s initial fall for the vivacious vixen Diana, the mother of his best friend and soon to be mother of his daughter. Having given in he has found himself relishing their relationship, but there was a lingering sense of doubt that stood just above the lust. He couldn’t help but wonder if he really he fell on his own? Or had he been pushed?
Did Diana plan it all from the beginning, in an attempt to claim him for herself? Andrew would learn the answer to the question soon enough. You can too by reading this erotic short story!
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That morning I awoke to the absence of the warmth of another person, the soft sheets and fine cloth clinging to me as I sat up in the bed. The light filtering in through the blinds of the window were bright and unforgiving to my sensitive eyes, forcing me to cover them until they adjusted to the waking world. It was then the sound of running water drew my attention.
I forced myself out of the bed. There was no point in staying in bed when she was there, behind the door that steam rose from the crevice at the bottom. But, instead of setting foot onto the carpeted floor, I felt fabric beneath my toes and looked down to see the less-than-innocent panties that Diana had left on the floor.
She had tempted me into removing them the night before, in the same manner that she used to turn me into a thrall that lusted after her shortly after we got back from her ultrasound. Then again, that might not have been such a bad thing. It felt… right, I wanted to say.
I set them aside and crossed the floor, cracking the door open and being washed in the humid steam. Past the wave of heat that assaulted me, I saw her standing there in the shower. The water flowed from the nozzle and pattered against her porcelain skin, turning it a shade of red as the warmth seeped past the surface. Suds formed between her hands as she rubbed the soap into a thickening lather.
For a moment I just stared there and watched her, taking note of the way the streamlets of water snaked down her body and dripped off the edges of her dark nipples or the crown of her swollen stomach. It was my child in there. I planted the seed into her womb that was blossoming into a new life.
There was nothing more that made you a man than that. The primitive and instinctual part of my mind that relished the thought filled me with a sense of satisfaction and urgency to fuck her once more. It was like an addiction I couldn’t shake.
Then she noticed the crack in the door and gazed at me for a moment, before a smile crept into existence on her lips. “Are you going to stay there and watch? Get in here and help me wash up.”