Donovan gets the last laugh (Selina & Donovan part 16)

There it is, finally, the last chapter of the story of Selina and Donovan. Real life really got in the way for this one, but the important thing is that I managed to get those two to where they needed to be.

It’s the day of the party, friends and family are there to help them celebrate the new house, the new business and, even though most of them don’t know it yet, the new baby.

There may be little extra bits, we’ll see where my muse takes me. But for now this is it.


“Ha!” Donovan throws at me as he enters the kitchen, looking delicious in his white shirt and black cargo shorts. “I told you they’d have a wager on this. You owe me.”

He walks up to me and puts his arms around me, his hands on my belly, his chin hooked over my shoulder. Part of me wishes we were still in bed, exploring each other’s nakedness. Continue reading


Lacey wins a bet (Selina & Donovan part 15)

Life has been getting in the way a lot but I got there in the end! Here is chapter 15 (and no, it’s not the last one!) of Selina and Donovan. ^_^

A car door slamming outside jerks me out of my sleep and it takes me a second to remember where I am. A ray of sunlight is streaming through a gap in the curtains and I’m glad I don’t have to get up just yet. It’s Saturday and my plans for the day have nothing to do with work.

I roll over and cuddle up to the warm naked body of the man sleeping next to me. He’s lying on his belly and I spend a minute admiring once again the beautiful tattoo covering his back.

I can’t help tracing with my finger the little angel that he got added to it last year. Thinking about the baby we lost still brings tears to my eyes and I wonder when the memories of that loss will start hurting less. The design was his idea and I just had to get a matching tattoo on my wrist.

“How are my girls this morning?” Donovan asks with a sleepy voice that makes me smile. He’s not really a morning person, though that will need to change soon.

“We’re good,” I reply, moving away a little so he has room to roll onto his side. His hand finds my belly, his finger spanning the smallish bump as he starts stroking my skin.

I turn my head to look at him and the look of concentration on his face makes my heart melt. I keep telling him it’s too early for him to feel the baby kick just yet but that doesn’t stop him from trying, every day.

He lets out a huge sigh. “Nothing.”

“I can feel her. Give it a couple more weeks, baby.”

Of course we have no idea yet if the baby actually is a girl as it is a couple more weeks until my 20 week scan, but we both have the feeling that it is.

He grins at me then moves closer, pulling me to him with his hand on my hip until we’re lying as close as we can, shoulder to toes. We kiss, and it’s a sleepy type of kiss, tongues lazily grazing each other, starting a slow burn deep inside my pussy, the way kissing Donovan always does.

His hand rounds the curve of my ass and I moan, pressing myself closer to him. I can’t help it, nothing gets me horny faster than his hand on my ass. His hand is on the back of my thigh now and I hook my leg over his hip, welcoming the hardening ridge of his erection against my slit.

I’d read that the second trimester makes some women hornier but I had never put much stock into it. Until now.

I want him all the time.

We have sex before he goes to work in the morning and, by the time he gets home around 6pm, I’m so ready to tear the clothes off his scrumptious body he’s lucky to get a drink before I have my wicked way with him.

Not that he has any complaints… we can’t get enough of each other and after the drama of last year, when I thought I had lost him forever then my subsequent brush with death, I’m loving every minute of it, and we are making every moment count.

He cups my face with both hands as the kiss gets more intense and rolls us over so I’m on top of him, his cock trapped between us. I start moving my hips, rubbing my wet pussy up and down his developing hardness, moaning every time the tip of his cock bumps my clit.

The kiss ends because we both need to breathe and I sit up on him, delighting in his groan when I rake my nails down his chest, a bit rough, the way I know he likes it. My thumb swipes the head of his cock and he bucks his hips, his hands on my upper thighs holding me down on him.

I don’t know how much longer I can wait until I take him inside me but I’m willing to torture him a little bit more. I lock eyes with him then move up onto my knees, one hand resting on his chest for support as I lean forward a bit.

I wrap my other hand around his cock, giving him a gentle squeeze that makes him groan before I line the head of his cock with my hole and press down so he’s just inside me. I love that first stretch so much that I lift my body again just so I can take him inside me a second blissful time.

He groans loudly, his fingers digging in the soft flesh of my thighs as I move up and down, slowly taking him inside me, inch by inch. Once he’s seated all the way inside, I lean forward so I can brace my hands on his chest and I start grinding him.

The friction on my clit feels exquisite and his cock is rubbing against my A-spot with every roll of my hips. I know the love and adoration I see in his eyes is mirrored in mine.

I love the feeling of control I get when I’m on top, riding him like that, knowing that there will be a point where we both need more than the slow grinding happening right now.

I hook my feet under his knees and brace one arm behind me on his strong thigh, his cock reaching deeper inside me as he pulls me down on him with both hands.

I’m impaled on his cock and there is nowhere I’d rather be. I start moving faster as his hands skim up my side, my breathing speeding up in anticipation.

I let out a loud whimper when his thumb and index fingers find my nipples and squeezes them gently. Pregnancy has made my nipples much more sensitive and I don’t need as much pressure as usual to send intense shards of pleasure to my clit.

I start moving my hips faster, my orgasm building up low in my belly, loving the dazed look on Donovan’s face when his eyes fall to the spot where our bodies are joined, and the noises escaping him as my pussy clenches around his cock.

Watching him watching us makes me hornier and I need more.

I need pounding.

I need him driving into me with all his body weight, thrusting hard and deep, hitting my A-spot until I scream.

His hands are back on my hips, he pushes up as I move my hips forward and I gasp.

“I need… I need… oh God… Fuck!” I can’t stop moving my hips and he’s pulling me down on him, the pressure on my clit increasing with every roll of my hips.

He groans when I dig my nails in his chest as my orgasm hits out of nowhere. My scream of pleasure becomes a moan of discomfort as the clenching deep inside me causes my uterus to contract repeatedly and I fall forward on all fours over him as the contractions continue.

“Sorry,” I bite out, concentrating on breathing through the damn things. Bloody Braxton-Hicks! Really taking the fun out of orgasms. Thankfully they don’t tend to last too long.

“It’s ok, bub.” Donovan is running his hands gently over my belly, and I feel his still hard cock between my legs. Once again I came before he did and it’s way too uncomfortable for me to keep going once the contractions hit. He’s gonna get blue balls if this keeps happening…

I move off his delicious body so I’m lying in my side against him and reach up to kiss him. At the same time I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock.

He moans against my mouth when I start moving my closed fist up and down his shaft. “You… you don’t have to… to do this…”

“Oh but I do…” I kiss him again, my hand gliding easily on his cock as he is still coated in my juices. The bliss-filled groans that escape him every time my thumb swipes the tip of his cock help me forget the way my belly is still contracting.

Focusing on bringing him pleasure after the pleasure he gave me is what I need right now and I block out everything that is not Donovan. I break the kiss and start whispering in his ear instead. Naughty words about what I’d like him to do to me later, in graphic detail, while my hand takes him closer to his climax.

Soon his breathing speeds up and I know he’s getting very close. My hand moves a little faster, the precum escaping the tip providing needed lubrication.

He comes with a groan a moment later, my fist closed over the head of his cock in a well-practiced move that prevents any unwanted mess.

I leave him to recover, kissing his cheek before I get out of bed to use the bathroom. My belly feels back to normal now, thank God. Sometimes the contractions last for hours.

I’m about to slip back into bed with Donovan who looks half asleep when I hear a car coming to a stop outside, then familiar voices coming closer.

“Didn’t realise it was that late.” Donovan’s sleepy voice makes me smile.

I check the time in my phone on the bedside table and sure enough, it’s just about that time we’re expecting Lacey and Chris.

“You take your time, I’ll let them in,” I tell him as I get some underwear and a bra out of my drawers. I sigh when I spot my jeans on the chair by the dresser. They don’t fit me anymore; it’s been dresses or trackpants now for a couple of weeks as I’ve started showing. I keep meaning to go shopping or make myself some maternity pants but I haven’t had a chance to yet.

I pick my favourite dress from the wardrobe, red poppies on black with a 1950s style flared skirt, then I select a red cotton scarf to complete my outfit, arranging it over my stomach in an attempt to hide the bump. We haven’t officially announced the pregnancy yet, only my parents know.

I know that Lacey has her suspicions though. I haven’t had much time to catch up with the girls recently, in person at least, it’s been work, work, work since I quit working for the bitch to start my own boutique dressmaking business a little bit over six months ago.

“Can’t really hide that bump anymore, bub,” Donovan chuckles and looking at myself in the mirror I see that he’s right. Oh well, I guess now is a good time as any for my friends to find out, it is the day of the big reveal, after all.

Our families and friends are coming over to celebrate this new house we bought a month ago as well as my successful first six months as a self-employed designer. We figured it was a good time to tell them all at the same time we’re having a baby.

I don’t bother with shoes and give Donovan a kiss before I leave the room, aware from the incessant knocking that my friends have reached the front door.

“I’m coming!” I yell in the general direction of the front of the house as I make my way down the hallway.

“I hope you mean you gonna open the door, not the other one!” I hear Lacey yell back, then Chris’s “Really?!?”, slightly muffled through the door panel.

“Dumbass!” I say to her face after I open the door and we hug. It has become a bit tricky because she is a bazillion weeks pregnant and her belly is huuuuge but we manage.

I give Chris a hug next and feel Lacey’s eyes on me. I’m quite fond of her hubby of eight months, because he clearly makes her happy.

Lacey follows me into the house while Chris gets the boxes they picked up for me from the caterer out of his car.

“How are you, stranger?” Chris asks as he joins us in the kitchen, carefully depositing the boxes on the table.

I smile at him but before I have a chance to answer that life is very, very good, Lacey interjects.

“I told you her eggo was preggo! You owe me $20, sexy man!”


Remember part 14?

If you were wondering what Selina’s dress looks like, it’s the Red Poppies on Black Hepburn dress by Lady Vintage (sadly, it’s discontinued).ss13hepblredpoppy

The tying of loose ends (Selina & Donovan part 14)

Here is the long awaited part 14! No, the story did not end after the declaration of love and subsequent grieving at the hospital. And it is not ending with this chapter either. There is  little more that I will share with you as soon as it is done.

The whole pregnancy loss storyline really took it out of me and I felt drained for a couple of weeks. I’m ok now, just preparing myself for Chloé’s anniversary in a couple of weeks.

I wait until I’m home, sitting on my couch in my comfy PJs, snuggled up to Donovan with his arm around me, to ring my boss. I already know it’s not going to go well.

It never does when I ask her for a day off so a whole week? I sigh and dial her number. She picks up on the third ring.


“Hi, it’s Selina. I’m sorry for the late notice but I won’t be able to come in this week.”

“What do you mean? We have a huge week ahead, you can’t just take a holiday on a whim. You already had Saturday off!”

“I am not taking a freaking holiday, I need time off, doctor’s orders.” I really don’t want to get into details with her.

“You went to the effort to see a doctor on the weekend so you can have a week off? You really must be desperate. Who’s the guy?”

“What? I’m not taking a week off work because I have a new boyfriend!” Unlike some people… “I have a letter from the doctor at the hospital saying I need to have at least a week off for medical reasons.” Continue reading

Some things are not best left unsaid (Selina & Donovan part 13)


Yes, another one… (I think it’s the last one though)

Since in this chapter the surgeon who saved Selina’s life talks to her about what happened, it requires a trigger warning.

Things are going to get better from now on for Selina and Donovan, I promise, but they won’t forget.

The nurse checks my stats and tops up my painkillers. She also tells me the doctor should be over soon to check on me and talk to me about how the operation went and when I can go home.

My dad and Donovan come back shortly after she leaves, with a bag full of delicious looking sandwiches and I wish I had any sort of appetite.

Instead I nibble on bits of bread and some chicken while the others eat their dinner. I sneak a mouthful of Donovan’s Coke and do my best to ignore the elephant in the room, but at the same time wondering how long until the stick insect rings Donovan demanding he comes home.

Donovan is sitting on the end of my bed and my parents on the chairs by the window. I am loving the view, after a week of not seeing him.

“I know it’s probably not the best time to ask,” Dad says from his seat next to Mum and I get a bad feeling in my stomach. “But what’s that I hear about a fight you girls got into with that girl Donovan was seeing?” Continue reading

Mending some fences (Selina & Donovan part 12)


Dear readers, like the one before it, this chapter deals with the sensitive issue of baby loss.

It’s a topic I have personal painful experience with (if you feel up to it, here is my post from last year about it, keep tissues handy) and when I realised this was where Selina and Donovan’s story was headed, I didn’t shy away from it.

Pregnancy and baby loss happen, and they happen a lot more often than people think. Once you start talking about it, people will tell you that it’s either happened to them or to someone close to them.

In this chapter, Selina wakes up after surgery following her ectopic pregnancy.

I wake up to the delicious familiar smell of the man I love, his hand gently stroking my arm. I keep my eyes closed because I can’t conceive of a reason why he’d be here. I must be dreaming and I don’t want the dream to end.

I hear the door open and footsteps approach the bed.

“Is she awake yet?” Mum’s voice. She sounds worried still and like she’s been crying. Her voice is all hushed in the quiet room.

“Um… I don’t know…” I feel my heart skip a beat when I realise that Donovan really is here. His voice sounds as rough as Mum’s. “I thought she was before, when she rolled over.” He sighs. “I should go. She’ll get upset if she finds me here when she wakes up and that’s the last thing I want .” Continue reading

This hole in my heart (Selina & Donovan part 11)


Dear readers, this particular chapter deals with the sensitive issue of baby loss.

It’s a topic I have personal painful experience with (if you feel up to it, here is my post from last year about it, keep tissues handy) and when I realised this was where Selina and Donovan’s story was headed, I didn’t shy away from it.

Pregnancy and baby loss happen, and they happen a lot more often than people think. Once you start talking about it, people will tell you that it’s either happened to them or to someone close to them.

Last week our children asked about rainbow babies and I did a post about it on Facebook. Two friends left comments saying they’d lost a child many years ago. It’s ten years for me next month.

Losing a child is not something you ever forget. You just learn to live with the grief.

Just like Selina and Donovan are going to learn to do (and yes, you can count on the happy ending!)

I wash my hands and my face and rinse my mouth for the third time and take a deep breath before I open the door. My friend looks very worried about me and I can’t blame her. I’m worried about me.

“You ok?” she asks again and I shrug. I don’t know if I am but I know that eventually, I will be.

She puts her arm around my waist and we walk back into the restaurant. There is no sign of the bitchy blondes, some good looking bald guy is standing next to London by our table and I feel like everyone in the restaurant is looking at me. I turn to Lace.

“Where’s Chris?”

“Oh,” she says as we reached our table. “He is making sure Naomi is really gone.”

“Thank god. What happened out here? I heard a lot of screaming.”

“Don’t worry about that,” London tells me with a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I could sleep for a week and still be tired. I’m sorry for ruining lunch. I think I’m just going to go see Mum now.”
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Catching up & getting caught (Selina and Donovan part 10)

I hope you enjoyed the little Christmas flashback sex because things are going to get worse from here on… But there will be a happy ending, I promise!

A fierce urge to vomit interrupts my brain’s trip down memory lane and I make it to the kitchen with seconds to spare. I hear my phone ring, it’ll be Mum no doubt, but I’m too busy emptying the meagre contents of my stomach onto the small pile of dirty dishes in the sink to consider answering.

Later, after a shower and what feels like my five hundredth cup of peppermint tea that week, I ring Mum back. I promise her that I will go see the doctor on Monday and that I will come see her after lunch with the girls tomorrow. I also tell her I’m off to bed shortly to get a good night sleep

It’s a lie, of course, because while I am going to bed soon I know sleep will be elusive. I’ve had cramps all day, expecting that time of the month to arrive with a bang, and the constant nausea and vomiting aren’t helping. I don’t tell Mum of course, she’s worried enough as it is. Continue reading