Passion's Encore - Part 1: A Rockstar Second Chance Erotic Romance

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he had become known. Life was so much simpler then. Sometimes he felt he had sold his soul for all the success he had amassed, so that's what it was worth. It wasn't even him, just some strange stage name, some man that he had a passing resemblance to. But the reality was that's where the likeness stopped. This weekend was a homecoming concert, the one gig that was meant to bring it altogether, where the celebrity met the hometown boy. So why the hell did he feel sick to the

stomach with the thought of it. Already he had skipped the circus of black SUVs and tour buses to catch a train. His cellphone had been turned off the moment he had boarded. No doubt, Marcus, his agent, was having kittens trying to track him down. The thought actually made him smile. As the train pulled out of another station, another stepped back into his past. Jonathan stroked to the mist on the window. With the back of his hand horses ran across the fields, escaping the path of the train.

It roar, pulsing through the ground, through the carriages as it carved its path through the beautiful countryside. As the sun slowly fell across the horizon, he immersed himself in another daydream of who he used to be before the world fell at his feet. Back then he was free, back before the prison of stage locked him away forever. After what seemed like hours, the train started slowing as it approached another station, the fields becoming more and more

familiar with every mile that passed. Jonathan felt his youth rising around him, memories of people and times. Somehow, even back then, he knew he was different. So many people were just happy to stay where they were, not him. He needed more. He needed an adventure, and by god, did he find one. He wasn't sure if it was what he wanted, not if he'd known the price it was attached to it. Simple memories, happy recollections danced through his mind as he watched the town around him coming

into focus. His mind suddenly made up. Jonathan stood and grabbed his single suitcase, making for the train door. Stepping out onto the platform, he suddenly realized his mistake. Of course, if this had been properly choreographed, it would not be raining right now, and he certainly would not be stood in it in just shirt and pants with a look of what the fuck am I doing here? Whilst listen

litening to the train pulling out from the station. Shit, he didn't know if there was another one tonight, and he sure as hell didn't have anywhere to stay. It had been at least twenty years since he was here. He hoped it hadn't changed that much, and there was still a bar across the footbridge, somewhere dry and warm, where he could at least get a drink. As he crossed the apex of the footbridge, the welcoming glow of the bar sign came into sight, shimmering in the rain.

A warm breeze of beer and lit fire embraced him as he opened the door, His skin tingled as the last remnants of the chill left his body. Suddenly, his chest felt extremely cold under the wet shirt, the warmth of the bar attracting his attention to just how wet he was. His skin tingled with the contrast of heat

and cold rain. Pushing his fingers through his hair to remove some stray strands off his face, a cascade of water fell down his back, reminding him how heavy the rain had been and that he had actually been out there without a coat. He shivered, perhaps a little over dramatically. Reaching the wooden bar, he pushed a suit case against it and poured a stool next to him, maneuvering it underneath him. He smiled at the young girl behind the

bar before saying a large molt. Running his fingers back through his hair, he added and a towel before attempting a half ask grin the hell was he doing? He could be in a five star hotel by now warmly showered an ordering room service, but oh no, he had to go and do his own thing, and for what. Taking a large gold from the glass of golden heat placed before him, he roughly pushed a towel over his head,

relieved that it afforded him some comfort. The bar lady watched him for a while, tipping her head side to side as if studying him, before asking have I seen you before? Jonathan could feel a curse rising to his lips. He just wanted some time to himself and not be hassled. Was that really too much? I haven't been around here in a very long time. Apparently I do bear a passing resemblance to a couple of famous people, though, he excused himself as he took another gulp of whiskey. Her

eyes squinted. There was something very disarming about that look, something that reminded him of all sorts of things from his past. It must be something in the water around here that they all looked like that, he mused to himself. No one famous. Your way too old to be famous, she said, smiling as she turned before continuing, Mum will be down in a moment. She remembers everyone's faces, she said, with a hint of amusement to her voice. God, I

hope not. Jonathan thought. It might have been many years since he was last here, but small towns like this place have long memories, and he'd earned a reputation back then, one he'd rather forget. As a bar woman returned, he raised his hand to order another drink, the warmth of the gold liquid tracing a fire down his chest, forcing another shudder through his body. So what's your name? He asked, Thankful for a friendly voice, he still couldn't fathom why

he got off the train here, of all places. She had long since left, and everyone else, no doubt, wouldn't want to see him after what they'd been caught doing. Oh it's Gwen, the bar lady answered. Jonathan almost spat his whisky out, suppressing a joke and a burning sensation in his nostrils caused by stray whiskey. That's unusual. Are you named after anyone in particular. He ventured, just some singer from the last century. Apparently, Gwen responded as she

started wiping glasses and replacing them on the shelves. Jonathan grinned into his glass of whiskey. That was a name he hadn't expected to hear, and certainly not with that attribute. Taking a sip from his glass, he left his mind wander back twenty years actually, to this very bar. It had all started in that corner booth, two friends talking that would end in a night of passion that spread itself the length and breadth of this small town, a

knight that ended in both of them being discredited. It is strange, but for all the intense hookups and sexual games he had since, that one night still made his toes curled with desire and his cock twitch at the thought of it. There were no exccepses, are other people, no batteries, just a young couple with dirty imaginations and a willingness to try anything. If you have that kind

of magical chemistry, you frankly don't need anything else. His legs throbbed from the memory, the sensation of nettles under his thighs as he lay on them. Looking up at her. God, she had ridden him hard that night. Turning his head, he looked toward a far window, before taking his glass and suitcase to stand there, staring out at the field opposite, in the failing light of dusk, staring at that field as if it was only yesterday that evening returned so quickly.

She was staying with her parents, and so them going back to her place wasn't on the cards, and he was only passing through visiting her to say hi. None of that night was planned, everything spur of the moment,

everything driven by pure, unadulterated passion. Just over the field, the spire of Saint Andrew's rose into the night, lit by the same spotlights on the ground that it had been then, the very same spotlights that had condemned them both and exposed their carnal lust to the unforgiving gazes of her parents. Even knowing all of that, it still made his cock hard and throb for that moment all

over again. And when they were both dragged in front of her parents, her father his gaze burning with the ferocity at them both, You stink of fucking, he sneered with a barely controlled rage, before shouting at Jonathan to leave and never see his daughter again. Of course, they had protested that time and several times after, but it all fell on deaf ears. It was actually the last time he had seen Sue, but that night still made him ache like no other time before or since. He

closed his eyes. Her warm breath caressed his neck, just as it had all that time ago. He could feel her wet lips teasing at his naked skin, tormenting him with the promise of pleasure. Something about her filled him with a desire, a need like no one else, and her voice as she spoke at such a warmth of humor, it spoke to him in ways he never thought possible. So many times he had thought she was the one, even as friends before the sex. How many times had

he wanted to tell her and yet couldn't didn't. Maybe things would have turned out different if only he had, if he'd actually let her in. But he didn't. He never let anyone in, and that was a choice he would have to live with, as heavy as it hung

around his neck. It was his mistake, It was his life, sentence reminiscing awi her voice teased at the back of his neck, that damn whisper of hers that wrenched him back twenty years and then wrenched him back again into the hear And now he didn't want to open his eyes. Not now. He wanted this voice to be in his daydream so he could hold onto it. Once he opened his eyes, he knew it would be real, and if

it was real, it would go again. Better have a pretend dream forever than a fleeting reality, he thought to himself. After the longest moment, he did open his eyes, and a twenty year old past hit him straight there in the forehead. She was older, of course, her red hair tinged withus streaks of gray, and an erotic sexiness underlying it all. God, she was still beautiful. Her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, watched him, reflecting her smile, that beautifully

mischievous smile. He looked drenched. Come up stairs, she said, leaving him stood shocked and silent behind her. He was still stood there, dazed by even seeing her after all this time. When she reached the bottom of the staircase to the private apartment, I don't believe you were this hard to get up stairs before, she grinned as she opened the door. Hurry up or I might change my mind, she said, as she slipped through the door into the

shadows beyond. Shaking his mind free of the haze of memory, he grabbed his suit case and followed her up the narrow staircase. He eventually caught up with her in a large living room floored to ceiling windows framed the lights of the town laid out before them. She returned from whichever room she had just visited with a large fluffy towel. Handing it to him, she whispered, take your shirt off. Jonathan stood for a moment. This woman just threw him off.

Sent her every single time. He'd seen women that were a lot more glamorous, tall as slimmer, but damned something about this woman just grabbed him between his thighs and squeezed his balls With everything she did to him. She was the embodiment of sexy, but he couldn't say why. That is probably why, after twenty years, he still aches for her. Watching him for a moment, she touched to herself as she pushed her fingers through its shirt buttons,

releasing each one. Droplets of rain caressed down his body as she pushed his wet shirt over his shoulders. She looked up at him and grinned wildly. It's been a long time, but some things don't change, she said, grabbing his hard cock. He wasn't even aware he was erect, but damn he was. How do you make me so hard, Sue, you always did, he said, holding her gaze as she mass up the length of his cock through his pants.

Maybe you're frustrated because we never finished what we started all those years ago, she said, as a pad of her thumb pushed over the tip of his cock, forcing a groan from his lips. Her fingers released a button on her jeans, letting them fall to the floor, her

fingers hurriedly exploring inside her panties. A gasper erupted from her lips, and her fingers pushed unseen inside of her Moving her hand back again, she caressed her damp fingers over Jonathan's lips, teasing him with her taste, before saying, maybe we both do. Shall we see if a fuck for old times sake will put this behind us, she said, loosening his pants and sliding them down his thighs. As her hand slid down the back of his legs, her body lowered until she knelt for him, his cock proudly

erect before her. The sensations of her lips kissing up and down his shaft forced louder and louder moans from him. Feeling her lips caress a very tip of him, his head fell back in submission to the pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His fingers pushed through her hair, desperate to regain some stability, fearful his

knees might buckle from the weight of pleasure. Her tongue circled his cock, teasing around his girth as her fingers explored his bulls, massaging them as one finger extended to rub along that space between his balls and his ass, the one finger sending a whole new type of pleasure through his body. Damn, his orgasm was already rising through him. Looking down, seeing Sue's eyes looking back up at him as she slid her mouth along the entirety of his cock,

he just intensified the sensations. God, her face was so blissful as it slid along him. She looked like she was enjoying every second of having him in her mouth, and that made his cock swell even harder. Let me be inside your pussy, he moaned quietly, nervous that if he said anything too loud, he would just explode here and now. With one last flick of her tongue, she slid her mouth back, releasing his cock, before pushing herself back on to the sofa. Moving her panties to one side,

Sue teased him with a wet pussy. That pussy he had dreamt about for the past twenty years was right in front of him, glistening with her slick, pulsing gently for his cock. Fuck. He needed this, he thought, as he pushed his entire length inside of her, her fingers clutching at his length as he thrust in and out, wrapping her legs around around him. Sue intensified the sensation by rocking her pelvis as he thrust. It tightened the clutching sensation of a pussy along his cock. Her pussy

grasped at him, massaged him. There was no way he could stop himself from coming. He just felt too good, too intense, But he didn't want to come alone. He had waited twenty years to fuck this lady properly, like she deserved to be fucked. He didn't want to ruin it. Again, plunging his hand between her thighs. His fingers massaged her clip ferociously, rubbing it furiously against his cock. He knew he couldn't wait much longer, but he wanted her to

come with him. He wanted them to share the satisfaction. Her thighs tightened around him, pulling him hard onto her. Her hands moved on to her breast, pinching at her nipples with a violent desire. Suddenly, her ass pushed down into the sofa, her lips raised to me his thrust as she cried out, urging him to come. Watching her face erupt in pleasure, feeling her pussy, feeling her pussy grip his cock with desperate need, just forced him to erupt inside her, his hot cum filling every corner of

her pussy. She giggled gently as the last drops of his cumb shot inside her, watching her for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her rafter glow moving up and down his shaft, He then suddenly dropped to his knees

and pushed her legs over his shoulders. His hands grasped the globes of her ass as he lifted her dripping pussy to his lips gently sucking on her still throbbing lips in Jonathan's thumbs pushed between her thighs, his fingers gently pushed the hood of her clid back, exposing its beautifully pulsing pink heart, the tip of his tie slowly flicking across it, scenting fresh pulses of electricity through her body, her thighs tightening around his head a ways a pleasure

resonating so intensely, forcing convulsions to move through her. The orgasm she once thought had pass sprung to life again, returning even more intensely as his tongue flicked voraciously at her clit. Unable to suppress her moans anymore, she heard a sound leaving her lips, one that she had never

heard her self make before. Less of a moan, more of a growl her core clutch would need as his tongue explored inside the cream of his cundrip from her lips and caressed her ass, only to be savored by his tongue and lips as he rimmed that sensitive rosette before moving back higher and tormenting her clit once more, her orgasm growing a ferocious storm swirling in her body, every stroke of his tongue car resting her need, fueling her desire, her lips clutching, pulsing as his thumbs pushed

her pussy apart, his tongue probing deep inside of her, tasting every inch of her cump of there come as Jonathan fueled her orgasm, relentlessly pursuing it until she begged him to stop. The sensitivity vibrating from head to toe was just too much to bear. Looking up, his eyes glowed mischievously as he raised his head, slowly moving his body up hers, her legs sliding off his shoulders as she moved. She shuddered incontrollably as his wet lips brushed

over a throbbing nipples. Eventually, their eyes fixed on each other's gaze. She his panting gently subsiding as he placed one hand on either side of her face, his fingers running through her hair as their tongues explored each other's mouths, tasting the beautifully so deductive taste of their combined orcusms. Her body is still trembling. She ran her fingers along his back and joined the art she created as he

pressed against her, focusing on this beautifully intense gaze. Once more, she whispered, you have a promise to keep, so part two of this fantasy next week. I hope you're enjoying it. I wonder what the promise might be. Oh, there's so many questions on this one, so many questions. But I hope you will join me next week when we can get wild in bed all over again. But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is devil in wild wish you used salacious dreams.