Second Chances
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Is it possible for a reformed Hollywood porn star to reclaim her life in small town America, and get a second chance? Possible, especially when it's with the local sheriff, who has some issues from his past. After a chance meeting, their relationship nurtures and grows, hitting some bumps but moving forward to the inevitable climax. It's an erotic story, but more of a true love story. You can read a bunch of reader's comments for this story at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Masturbation Oral Sex
“Is it ... ah ... what’s ‘it’?”
Now Rob was puzzled. Then it struck him. She’s referring to some small-town code of honor.
“I don’t understand. People have seen us together. You know that. And quite honestly, if anyone has a problem with me being with you, they can kiss my law enforcement officer ass.”
He continued.
“Do you mean, why haven’t I invited you to stay overnight? If that’s it, I told you, I wanted to go slow, to make sure you know I respect you. It’s not that I’m not interested. Christ, you’re so damn sexy I just wanna...” he stopped there, but in his mind, he continued “... dive right in and find my dessert.”
He heard her laugh and felt good about that.
“Staying the night is part of it I guess. I have thought about falling asleep with your arms around me many times.”
Whoa, he thought, now that took me by surprise. And then Rob had the thought of her thinking about him, in bed, with the purple toy.
“Robbie, I want you. I thought that was obvious. I don’t mind waiting, but I want to know if that is where things are heading. I’m wondering why you haven’t tried to...” Her embarrassment surprised her.
“Why we have never slept together.”
He thought for a moment. My words aren’t exactly cutting it. Well, I wasn’t planning on doing this so soon, but, maybe this will help. He held his hand out to her, beckoning her to stand up.
“Come here, please, come with me.”
She did, and he led her into the living room and then had her sit on the sofa. She didn’t look happy again.
“Be right back.” He wanted to tell her that he needed more practice, that he’d played guitar years ago, and just recently started picking it up again.
When he returned, she appeared to be close to tears, like she was going to bolt.
“Please ... I have to get this out ... I know it is early, probably too early, but I’m going to say it anyway...” Rob started to play the guitar and sing.
I’ll be your dream, I’ll be your wish, I’ll be your fantasy. I’ll be your hope, I’ll be your love, be everything that you need. I love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do. I will be strong, I will be faithful ‘cause I’m counting on a new beginning. A reason for living. A deeper meaning.
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