Incest/Taboo From the Ashes

"Had a tattoo removed a few months back," Magnus stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What of?"

"My future ex-wife's name," Magnus said, venom dripping off each word.

"Hope it didn't hurt too much, she doesn't deserve to be on that... mmm... hard canvas," Saffi said, lightly sucking on her lower lip.

"So we going to do this?" Magnus asked, with a sly smirk, taking Saffi by surprise.

"... What?" Saffi mumbled feeling her chest become tight as Magnus lowered his arms.

"I asked, are we going to do this or not?" Magnus asked, stepping out of his bathroom, and drawing closer to Saffi.

"I-I don't know what you mean," Saffi said, her hand reaching out, setting her camera onto the dresser.

"No need to be coy," Magnus said, softly lifting her chin up. "This is what you've been wanting, is it not?" he asked in a low whisper, as he bent down, his lips nearing hers as her five foot five inch frame gently pressed against his six foot one.

"Yes," Saffi whispered as their lips pulled away. Her thumbs lightly brushing along his obliques as her brown eyes gazed up into his. She offered no resistance as Magnus slowly pushed her suit jacket from her shoulders. Her tongue rolling within Magnus's mouth as she pressed her chest against his. She could feel her juices flowing eagerly racing downward towards her entrance as his fingers danced down her spine. "Mmmhmm," Saffi moaned into his mouth as the sound of the zipper resounded as his fingers slowly lowered it. Feeling the fabric sliding down her legs before pooling at her feet on the floor. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as his strong hands, something she suspected he had earned working at his father's construction company, she had told him she did go deep into background. As her hands roamed up his chest she wondered how he would look working out underneath the hot sun, sweat glistening along his skin as he stood beneath the golden rays shirtless. Once again, she wondered how stupid Iona had to be to give up such an attractive man.

Tossing her head back as Magnus fondled her breasts and toyed with her nipples through her shirt as he kissed down her neck. Feeling his fingers making quick work of the buttons that kept him from experiencing the perkiness of her lovely orbs. "What?!" Saffi asked breathlessly, as her shirt floated down to the floor as Magnus stood silently before her. His eyes running up and down her nude body.

"You're stunning," Magnus said, feeling his rigid cock pressing hard against the denim of his pants.

"Thank you," Saffi said, in a salacious purr. "Now," standing on her toes, "how about we move this to the bed, hmm?" she cooed lightly. Her tongue curled out, teasing his upper lip as her hands worked to unbuckle his belt. The palm of her hand rubbed his steel rod as the heat of his erection radiated through the thin cotton fabric of his underwear. Her fingers slipped beneath the waist band of his Hanes boxer-briefs and pushed them down to join his pants. Her fingers gently wrapped around his hard pole, guiding him towards the bed. Her hair whipped through the air as she tilted her head to the left. Shooting a look up at him, a hungry smile, before her tongue ran up the back of Magnus's cock. As she reached the crown, her lips softly wrapped around it before sliding downwards. Encasing his seven and a half inch cock in the warm, wet heat of her mouth. Her left hand cradling his sack as she brought pleasure to that male organ. Feeling his hand on the back of her head, enjoying the moans that were filling his bedroom.

Looking up at Magnus with lust filled eyes as her hand stroked his slick cock. Her thumb kneading the underside of his crown as his pre-cum began to bead along his meatus. Her teeth dragged along her lower lip as she wondered how his tongue would feel on her cunt. Hoping that he knew how to eat a woman out. She had experienced quite the few musicians that didn't know how to use that tongue of theirs, leaving her quite unsatisfied. Her eyes fluttering as Magnus gently squeezed her left breast and gave that hard nipple a gentle, but firm, tug. Crawling back onto the bed, spreading her stocking covered legs. The overhead light glistened along her wet, shiny mound. Her fingers ran up her red, puffy lips then through her dark brown, lightly furred landing stripped.

"I've been waiting for this moment, since the moment I first flashed you my pussy," Saffi said, peering at Magnus as she felt the jostling of the bed as he joined her on it.

"I know, did you think I didn't catch all the hints you were dropping?" Magnus asked, with a broad grin before lowering his lips to her awaiting womanhood.

A ripping moan rumbled from deep within her throat. Her fingers curled around the sheets. The back of her head pressed hard against the mattress as Magnus's tongue parted her lips teasing her vulva as it moved up to her hooded clit. "Oh fuck! Yes!" Her hips lifted off the bed as Magnus's hands held onto her thighs. Her body trembled as Magnus rolled his tongue within her canal. Very few men ever did that, some of the female musicians did but those were mostly the lesbian ones or the ones that were still in the closet about their sexuality. A shuddering wail bubbled forth as his lips wrapped around her pulsating clit. Her nails scrapped along his scalp as Magnus sucked gently on that hard bud. "That's it baby, make that cunt purr for you!" Saffi said, in a deep husky voice. "God, you're making my pussy so fucking wet!" she exclaimed as her right hand squeezed her right breast. Tugging on her nipple as Magnus brought her womb to a quivering mass of bliss. "F-f-f-fuck!" Saffi yelled out as her core exploded in a fiery torrent of orgasmic ecstasy.

Her chest was heaving as she peered through very satisfied eyes as Magnus moved up her body. Feeling her juices running down her thighs and the underside of her ass cheeks before soaking into the bed spread. Her hands roamed his chest as Magnus loomed over her. Weakly nodding her head, telling him she wanted this, needed this, yet her voice was too shaky to speak as her body still was under the spell of her aftershocks. Breathing in sharply as Magnus ran the crown of his rod through her wet satisfied lips. Arching her back as his head pressed against the entrance to her velvet glove before it allowed it entrance to her paradise.

Magnus was in a world of delight as Saffi's folds wrapped his cock in their tight, hot, wet embrace. He had forgotten how good a woman's body could feel when he was deep inside of their very secret garden. It definitely had been too long since he's had sex with anyone. When he had found out about Iona, while yes he was constantly horny, he just couldn't bring himself to approach a woman. He didn't want to take his anger out on them because of what his slut of a wife had done to him. He so wasn't going to force that on the groupies that swarmed the back stage eager to have sex with the rock stars. Haleema had constantly given him a questioning look when he would board the tour bus after a show without a girl or two on his arm. He shot her one too when she wasn't with some guy when he knew there were plenty of them that wanted a chance to be with her. He himself wanted to be one of those men, yet he couldn't voice his feelings. The hurt and the anger were still too raw. Magnus knew that wasn't something one brought into a new relationship. He knew he had to finish this with Iona before he even thought about asking Haleema out.

Whether or not Haleema knew about Iona he didn't know. Magnus never told her, he didn't know if George or Brandan did. So he would always join her at the little booth in their tour bus as she would sit and read after a show. However, Haleema finally asked the question after their tenth show together. Setting down her book Haleema popped the question, "Are you gay?"

"What?!" Magnus asked, nearly choking on his bottled water.

"Are you gay?" Haleema asked, arching an eyebrow.

"No, are you?" Magnus countered. He saw her cheeks heating at his own question.

"Then why don't I see you with any of those female groupies that swarm the backstage?" Haleema asked, ignoring his question. "You dating someone back in your hometown or something?"

"That's complicated," Magnus said, his newly forming beard rustled as he scratched his cheek. "It's a long story and I don't know if you really want to hear my woes."

"Magnus," Haleema said, swinging her legs off the seat, scooting along the bench seat to sit before him. "I stupidly ignored the signs that Bobby wasn't right since we started this band together ten years ago. I'm not about to repeat the same mistakes. We aren't going anywhere until the morning. Brandan and George are too busy in the back to interrupt us. So you go ahead and lay it on me." Haleema remained quiet as Magnus told her about how Iona had been acting up until he had caught her in the act. How his own parents were when the truth came out. However, he could see how her eyes reacted to it all. Magnus could tell she was shocked and appalled by it all. "Oh my god Magnus, I'm so sorry," Haleema said, reaching across the table taking hold of his hands. Finally seeing the white band on his ring finger. "That's just horrible, to think you gave this woman seven years only to find out that she wasn't what she made you believe she was," she said, her thumbs softly brushed along the back of his hand.

Magnus swallowed hard as her soft warm skin felt so good against his. He didn't see pity in her eyes like a few he had told about it. No. He saw recognition of the strength it took to walk away from his marriage when Iona couldn't honor it herself.

"Now I can see why you aren't taking pleasure in what those groupies can offer you," Haleema said, with a sensuous smirk. "I can't blame you for wanting to work on yourself. Something like that is hard to get over and jumping into bed with another woman so soon never solves anything. It only makes you feel worse and messes with your head."

"You speaking from personal experience?" Magnus asked, to which Haleema nodded. "Is that why I don't see you plucking some of those guys that I know would love to spend a night with a beautiful woman like you," he said, seeing her cheeks rapidly heat as she nodded again.

"Don't get me wrong if I wanted to get laid, as you stated I could do that easily. Yet..." Tears began to form in her eyes.

"It was Bobby wasn't it?" Magnus asked, Haleema nodded weakly. "Were you still in love with him before he... died?"

"No, but I still cared for him. It happened years ago, about a year after we got signed and really started to make it big. Bobby let the fame go to his head. I know how you felt when you found your wife fucking another man. While Bobby and I weren't married, the sight of the two women in his bed hurt, nonetheless."

"Yeah, finding out the person you love is cheating on you is never easy," Magnus agreed.

"I'm sorry you have to..."

"Don't you dare feel sorry, it's okay to still mourn for the loss of something. I probably will too in the years to come. I mean Iona was the woman I wanted to grow old with. Well... you know how that went," Magnus said, Haleema smiled weakly at him as she nodded.

"It's a shame though," Haleema said, drying her eyes.

"What is?"

"I don't date married men." With that Haleema rose from her seat leaving him quite stunned to say the least. Did she know about how he was growing to have feelings for her? Had she caught him staring at her ass? Like he was right then as she bent over to climb into her bunk. The smile she shot him as she peered back at him told him she definitely knew. The sound of Saffi screaming in bliss drew him back to the present. His eyes glanced at his clock noting that fifteen minutes had passed while he was reliving the past.

"Oh fuck yes Magnus! Fuck me!" Saffi begged as her hands gripped his arms.

"Oh you like that cock, do you?" Magnus asked, smirking down at her as Saffi nodded her head weakly. Feeling how wet her pussy was as his hips thrust his cock deep into her. Her hands reached up; her fingers weaved through his hair as she slowly pulled him towards her lips. Saffi kissed him passionately and hungrily as her legs wrapped around Magnus's waist. Her hips ground on his cock as she squeezed his rod. The sound of her sex resounding loudly as his balls slapped against her ass.

Rolling Magnus onto his back, Saffi smiled lustfully down at him as her hips moved back and forth. Her hands resting on his chest as she slammed down on that hard cock of his. Her moan filled the room as her hot cream flowed down her quivering canal. "God, your cock... is just divine. Iona was an idiot to ever let this go," Saffi said, in a libidinous purr.

"Hey, let's not bring her into this," Magnus said, reaching up playing with Saffi's breasts.

"You're right, Iona doesn't deserve to be mentioned when you have your cock deep inside of my hot pussy," Saffi cooed, leaning forward, her lips captured his. Knowing that while she would have to leave in the morning, that at least for tonight he was hers, and she planned on making him forget all about his wife. Tossing her head back, her scream of ecstasy was silently held in her throat as Magnus rapidly hammered his cock upwards into her. "I'm cumming!" Saffi howled as her fifth orgasm gushed out from around that pounding cock. Breathing heavily into his ear as she collapsed onto his chest. A very, very satisfied smile was on her lips as she nuzzled his neck. Loving how her labia molded around his cock as it stretched out her cunt. She knew she was going to have to add this to her article as well. Every woman needed to know how good this man was. Plus, she wanted to help him get over his cheating wife. If that meant getting women to seek his bed through her article then so be it.

"You haven't cum yet," Saffi whispered in his ear. "I think we need to fix that, don't you? Don't you think my face would look good as that hot jizz paints it?"

"Mmmhmm," Magnus hummed in her ear. Feeling her body trembling as he lightly tugged on her ear lobe. Listening to how his wet cock slapped his stomach as it left her well spent cunt. Watching how Saffi crawled to the other side of the bed. Her round pear shaped ass wiggling at him. A coy, seductive smile peered back at Magnus as Saffi beckoned to him as her left hand held her left ass cheek open. Showing Magnus how well he had been fucking her if her glistening, dripping cunt was any indication.

"Well? Come on, and shove that fine cock back into my horny cunt," Saffi purred. Her canal winking at him longing to have that hard rod back deep within its hot, wet paradise. Her fingers curled around the comforter as she felt his hands on her hips. His mushroom top pressing on her mound, "Fuck!" she hissed as he thrust hard into her. "Yes! Fuck me hard!" Saffi growled before falling face first into the mattress. Her feet beat against the bed as she felt another climax approaching. The smell of her sex was thick in the air as the blissful minutes wore on.

Her hand worked quickly along his shaft as she knelt before Magnus. Staring up at him waiting for the first rope of cum to paint her sweaty face. Her tongue teased the underside of his crown, loving how his head was tilted back as Magnus moaned lightly. Closing her eyes as she saw the swelling of his bulbous head. Feeling each rope of those hot, salty strings coating her skin. Feeling it racing up his shaft as his balls emptied.

"Mmm," Saffi hummed as she ran her tongue through his cum. Glancing up as the dresser shook as Magnus's hand shot out to steady his body as she sucked on his head before inching down his length once again. She didn't know if she'd ever get to do this again with him, and she wanted to make the most of it before she had to leave in the morning to catch her flight back to New York. "Don't I look pretty?" Saffi asked, batting her eyelashes at him. Smiling broadly as his cum covered her face.

"Y-yes, yes, you do," Magnus said, his chest heaving as he tried to fill his lungs with much needed air.

"Mmm... good, now help me up," Saffi said, holding out her hands to him. Her 38B breasts dragged up his chest as he helped her to her feet. "Why don't we go take a shower and you can fuck me again. This," gently rubbing his softening cock, "needs all the loving I can give it before I have to go, and I've yet to feel it in my ass. I wonder how long you will last in that tight little hole."

"Let's find out," Magnus said, holding Saffi close. He had always wondered what anal was like. He had tried to get Iona to try it, yet she would always shoot him down.

Saffi was wearing a happy smile, giggling as Magnus lead her into the master bath. The sounds of their kissing could be heard as the door slowly closed.

Magnus woke up the next day alone in his bed. Sighing as his head bounced on his pillow knowing Saffi had snuck out sometime in the early morning. Did he think they were going to start dating? No. However, she could have said goodbye instead of leaving him a note on the set of pillows where Saffi had slept.

Dear Magnus,

Please, don't think too badly of me. I so enjoyed our time together. God. I can still feel my pussy throbbing at how well you fucked me last night. I will always cherish it, and I hope you will too. Yet I'm always jet setting to some place, and you don't need that in your life. I'll be honest if we got together I would cheat on you. I just can't help fucking every musician I interview. You don't need another woman cheating on you, and I hope you will appreciate my candor.

I also hope that someday you'll find the woman that loves you with all her heart. It's just not me. Not that I wouldn't enjoy being with you. Especially if I was being fucked like that every day. I have to say if you were fucking Iona like that, I have no clue why she would cheat on you. You seem like a good guy, straight forward, and brutally honest. She truly must be an idiot to give up a good fucking and a caring guy for that old fart I met when I interviewed her. Nonetheless, if you still happen to be single, because I know you wouldn't cheat on the woman you're with, how about we do this again? I ask with hope.

With all my love and a sore ass,
Saffi
P.S.

You can count on me to make sure you're interview will be factful and by the record. Also do read the last part, I'll leave something special for you there. Again, I do hope you'll let me have another ride on that fine cock of yours. I'll admit I'm already missing it. I can still feel your cum in my pussy and ass. Don't worry I'm on the pill. Again, I hope you find a woman that loves you and that will become the next Mrs. Condon.

Magnus couldn't help smiling. At least he wasn't the only one that thought Iona was an idiot. Still, being rejected did sting a little, moreover, at least she was honest with him. That he could respect, so the rejection didn't sting so much. He might just take her up on her offer for another tryst if the opportunity ever presents itself again. Rolling over onto her side of the bed, deeply inhaling Saffi's scent that still clung to the pillow case. Magnus drifted off to sleep once again.

One month later...

Magnus was standing in his kitchen fixing himself a sandwich. He'd just gotten back from LA after doing a week of recording. His butter knife moved along the slice of white bread as he spread the mayonnaise across it. Remembering back to when they were on I-40 heading to a city on the east coast of North Carolina. Lounging on the couch as Brandon and George commandeered the bedroom once again. Strumming his guitar, plucking at the strings, playing the song he had made when his grandfather had passed away. The beginning was light and upbeat, the middle part grew somber, the end was filled with sorrow noting the death of his beloved grandfather.

"Magnus, what song is that?" Haleema asked, as she sat down at the booth across from him.

"None that you would know of," Magnus said, the tip of his ring finger pressed and wobbled the string as the note hummed in the air.

"Okay," cracking open the top of the bottle of water she had just retrieved from the fridge, "so what song is it?" Haleema asked, intrigued. She could feel the emotions in the notes. The longing for something that she couldn't put her finger on.

"It's a song I made the day after my grandfather died," Magnus said, matter-of-factly.

"Oh?!" Her eyebrows rose when he said that. "Can you play it from the beginning? Does it have lyrics to it?"

"Sure, and... it does... but I'm not a singer like you," Magnus said, his cheeks heated in embarrassment.

"Nonsense," Haleema said, waving him off. "Please, sing for me," she inquired. She had noted how he looked at her on and off the stage. She did enjoy the feel of his eyes on her, and after two months on the road with him she began to think they might have something if they ever decided to give it a try. The nights after a show were always insightful as they talked the night away until one or both sought their beds. Haleema had begun to notice that his smile was starting to show itself more and more as they put the miles behind them. She had to admit it was a beautiful smile and that she enjoyed seeing it on his lips. Yet she knew he wasn't over the events that led him to them. She couldn't remember when it started but lately she's been having the urge to slide in beside him, take Magnus in her arms and let him cry his woes into her bosom.

"You sure?"

"Mmmhmm," Haleema nodded her head very vehemently. Resting her chin in the palm of her hand as he began the intro to the song. Her heart melting at the sound of his voice as he began to sing. She could tell if he was given vocal lessons that he could join in the songs when she needed or when the song called for backup vocals; and if he took to it like he took to playing his guitar. Then... feeling her body heating at the thought of her lips so close to his. Looking to her left as she heard Brandan's bass thumping along with the song. George beating his sticks on the counter as they both filled in the missing rhythm of the song. Haleema got a little misty eyed as she heard his voice quiver slightly. How it pulled at her heart knowing that Magnus must have really loved him to still affect him after so long.

"Man! Why didn't you tell us you have that in you?!" Brandan asked, once the song was over.

"Haleema we have to add it to the next album," George said, to which Brandan nodded in agreement.

"What?!" Magnus said, a little confused and embarrassed.

"Magnus that was such a beautiful song. We can tell it means a lot to you. And yes, we all collaborate on the songs, sometimes it's mine, Brandan's, or George's... Bobby, while he was troubled, did write some strong and powerful melodies. We, as a group, will respect your wishes if you don't want to add it to the album. Yet I hope you will think about it. I know it would reach the top ten on the charts. Please think about it, alright?" Haleema watched how Magnus looked around. She knew his parents voices were playing out in his head when they had belittled his talent without appearing to do so. She could see the uncertainly in his eyes as he looked at them.

"Dude, I know your parents laid into you all your life about your talent, but that song is killer. You have to let us play it," George said, smiling friendly at Magnus. Remembering the late nights they talked as their bus driver drove down those dark highways. Sometimes it was asking Magnus's advice on marriage, even if his broke apart. Magnus still had advice worth listening to. George did enjoy talking to him -- while he would miss his dear friend, however, in the last years of his life Bobby had become erratic -- he could see Magnus fitting in like he had been a part of the band when they first made it in Bobby's father's garage.

"Please?!" Haleema pleaded with a warm smile as she pressed her hands together.

"Alright," Magnus said, bashfully. Feeling his cheeks burning as they all hooped and hollered.

"The moment this tour is done, I'm going to set up a meeting with my vocal coach," Haleema said, enjoying the shocked look on Magnus's face. "If we are going to play your song it's only fair that you sing it with me," she said, wondering how much time they would be spending alone together to get the song down pat. "Plus, maybe you'll finally ask me out," Haleema said to herself. Looking down as the ringing of his phone filled the tour bus.

"Sorry I have to take this," Magnus said, quickly getting to his feet seeing the number of his lawyer.

"Sure," Haleema nodded. How she hoped his wife wasn't dragging this out. What she said was true, she didn't date married men. Too much baggage came along with it, and she wanted Magnus's full attention on her and not worrying about what his wife was trying to do as she watched how the door to the bedroom closed.

Looking up as he was placing the slice of tomato onto the leaf of lettuce. Wondering who could be calling him. His grandmother didn't usually call until the middle of the afternoon when she got back from some event with her friends; and seeing how she was the only one that knew the number to his home and his cell phone, not counting his lawyer. He had switched carriers the moment he reached LA. Magnus didn't want his parents or Iona thinking they could reach him and badger him any time they wanted. Sighing as he laid his knife down onto the plate. If it was a telemarketer he was going to be very annoyed.

"Magnus?" To say he was surprised to hear the sound of his mother's voice was an understatement. "It's your mother."

"I know who you are," Magnus said, coldly. "What do you want, and how did you get this number?"

"Magnus, please, don't be like that. Edna fell and fractured her hip. She's the one that told me where your number was. She wants you here," his mother said, referring to his grandmother.

"What hospital is she at?" Magnus asked, his eyes darting back and forth. Wondering how long his grandmother had lain on the floor of her home crying out for help.

"Golden Hills, room 207. Bill's here and so is your father; they both want to talk to you. Where have you been, how have you been? What have you been doing? Where are you living? Why didn't you say anything to us that you were leaving? You know how sad I was that you did, and didn't give us a chance to say goodbye or talk you out of this? You know how many nights I worried about you? I know you're angry with me and your father..." Magnus ignored all of his mother's rapid questions. He so wasn't going to answer them.

"Let me talk to grandma," Magnus said, into the phone as he held it against his ear with his shoulder as he finished making his sandwich and quickly cleaned up and shoving the jar, cold cuts, lettuce, and tomato into the fridge. Grabbing his plate as he walked hurriedly to his bedroom to pack.

"You aren't going to answer, are you?" Magnus heard his mother sigh when he replied with a stern, 'No'. "Edna?! Edna?! Bear with me Magnus, they have her one some powerful pain meds they make her very sleepy."

"Uh-huh," Magnus mumbled as he chewed.

"Edna, Magnus is on the phone, he wants to talk to you." Magnus heard his grandmother's mumbled words as his mother handed her the phone.

"Maggy?!" A smile touched his lips, she was the only one that got away with calling him that. The others who tried got a fistful.

"Hey grandma! I hear you had a stumble," Magnus said, setting the plate on the dresser. Opening up his closet as his he struggled to make out what she was saying through the drugs. "No grandma, I'm not on tour right now. I know! Grandpa would have so enjoyed coming along. You know how he couldn't say no to those little young ladies!" Magnus teased; his heart lifted hearing his grandmother's soft chuckle.

"Stop it Maggy! Naughty boy!" Edna said, in that tired, drugged voice.

"I'll be there on the first flight out. I'll see you tomorrow, don't want to disrupt your beauty sleep," Magnus said, dragging his suitcase out.

"I won't say a word." Magnus could feel her smile over the phone. It had been months since he had seen his grandmother. The last time he had seen her was when he had flown back home to celebrate the good news before he left town for good. "I love you, Maggy. I'll see you when you get here." Magnus could hear the light lift of her voice. He could also hear his mother's and father's chatter about how they wanted to talk to him as she placed the receiver on the base.

"Fuck!" Magnus hissed as his cell phone rang in his pocket as he was packing and eating at the same time. Stopping in his tracks when his lawyer's number appeared on the screen. Wondering what Iona had done now. Ever since she had been served she's been fighting the divorce trying to get anything and everything she could from him. Magnus knew that was likely due to her little lawyer boy toy. A cruel smirk raised the corner of his lips remembering the beating he had given the man when he thought he could lay a hand on him and not get stomped into the ground. The snapping of his finger was still clear in his mind when Magnus broke it. How it felt so therapeutic to vent his anger out on that pudgy man's body. "Hello?"

"Magnus?" The mid-fifties male voice came on the line.

"Yeah? What's going on Dan? What does Iona want now?" Magnus asked, in a tired sigh.

"Nothing. I'm just calling to tell you that she's ready to sign the papers..."

"What?! Really!" Magnus said, his voice carrying his excitement. Knowing that now, after all this time, he would be finally free from his slut wife.

"Yeah, I would have thought she would make a play for alimony or something like that."

"And?"

"She wants nothing. Other than a meeting with you, if you refuse then she will continue to fight for everything." Magnus grew quiet for a few minutes as his mind raced to what kind of ploy she was trying to pull. "Magnus you still there?"

"Yeah, just thinking," Magnus said, nibbling on his lower lip.

"I understand. After all this time, all this fighting she put up, I was a little shocked as well."

"Are you sure, she said she wanted nothing?" Magnus asked, knowing Iona, she had been trying to get her fingers on the money he was now making.

"I have it in writing and notarized just to make sure she can't back out of it."

"Smart. How long of a meeting did she ask for?"

"One hour, can you do it?"

"Yeah, alright," Magnus said, after a few minutes of hesitation.

"Great! When can you fly in? I'll have someone pick you up at the airport."

"Was already planning on flying in, my grandmother is in the hospital..."

"I'm sorry to hear that Magnus. How about we make it for Thursday at two, that should give you enough time to see how she is and visit with her?"

"That will be fine," Magnus nodded.

"Okay Magnus, I'll call her lawyer and let them know about the meeting and what time. I'll send you a text when I have confirmation of the agreement. Have a safe flight here, I'll see you on Thursday."

"Thursday it is." Magnus couldn't keep his enthusiasm from his voice.

"This will all be over soon Magnus," his lawyer said, before ending the call.

"Yes!" Magnus yelled joyfully at the ceiling. "Whoo-hoo!" Laughing madly that in three days he would finally have Iona out of his life. Then his head quickly snap down, his heart racing knowing what that meant. He would finally be able to approach Haleema as a free man. Free to ask that gorgeous woman out on a date. Free to court her without fear of his wife making a scene about it. Although, he never did when he knew she was still fucking that ass! Ignoring the plastic bag that contained the newest issue of Music Insider that sat beneath a stack of mail on the small table beside the front door as Magnus locked up his Montana home.

His thumb scrolled through his contact list as his bag thumped against his leg as he walked to his car. His thumb hit the call button to Haleema to let her know he wouldn't be able to make the recording session next week. Laying his bag in the trunk beside his guitar case as he listened to the dial tone ring. He felt like he was fifteen all over again when he called his very first girlfriend.

"Magnus? What's wrong?"

"Nothing to do with the band. I was just letting you know I won't be in LA next week," Magnus said, as he slid into the driver's seat.

"Oh?! Why?"

"Long story short, my grandmother fell and fractured her hip, plus my lawyer called," Magnus stated as he started his car. Telling her all that's happened in the past twenty minutes.

"Oh Magnus, I know how you've been waiting for this," Haleema said, silently bouncing on her bed. Trying to keep her smile from her voice knowing she had been waiting for this too. Knowing where she would be on that Friday when he was finally single. "I'll let George and Brandan know. You have to bring her to one of our shows one of these days. You know we would all love to meet her." What Magnus didn't know was that she planned on doing that while she was there. She wanted to meet the woman that Magnus had so much love for, all so that she could get some insight in how to be the perfect woman for him. She also wanted to rub his ex-wife's face in how she looked on his arm when it could have been her. Plus... she had read the article that Sophie Dale had written on him. How she slyly bit her lip, her mound began to moisten as her eyes ran down his bare chest. She lost herself as she stared at those blue eyes as she gazed at the cover of the magazine. Wondering if what Sophie had written was true. She had read that paragraph and re-read it to make sure she hadn't misread it. Her clitoris throbbed wondering how good that tongue of his would feel on her hot, lonely pussy.

"I'll see what I can do," Magnus chuckled as he pulled out onto the paved road.

"You let me know you got there alright, okay?"

"Sure, you'll be the first one I call," Magnus said, as he smiled from ear to ear.

"I better be!" Haleema said teasingly, before hanging up.

As Magnus walked through the airport to his gate he had seen some odd looks levied his way. He wasn't dressed weirdly; his hair wasn't in any odd angles and whatnot. So what could it have been? He wished he knew. That was until a fifteen-year-old girl came running up to him. His image staring at him as she asked for an autograph.

"Is it true?!" the girl asked, inquisitively. Magnus's pen moved quickly over the cover signing his name.

"Is what true?" Magnus asked, clearly confused as to what she meant.

"Of what you can do with your tongue down..." Before she could finish the girl became red faced and ran away just as fast as she appeared. Leaving Magnus standing in the airport at a loss for words. Looking around noticing how many of the women that filled that open space had their noses deep within the pages of a magazine. Magnus took a dry shallow as the cover came into view.

"What the hell did she write about me?" Magnus asked himself beating himself up in his mind for not reading it the moment Sophie had sent him a copy. Walking over to the nearest newsstand, feeling the eyes of every woman following him as he did. He had to know why it was causing such a buzz. "Do you have the newest Music Insider?" Magnus asked, the man that was manning that small booth.

"Sure do!" He exclaimed, turning around grabbing the last one he had. "Say... that wouldn't happened to be you?" he asked, as he rung up the sale.

"Yeah," Magnus said, handing the man a ten dollar bill and telling him to keep the change before tearing open the plastic bag as Magnus walked away. Quickly opening it up to the article remembering what Saffi had said in the letter she had left behind. Stopping in his tracks as he stared at the last part of the article.

"Well there you have it, a tale of woe that led this man to greater heights than he ever knew were possible. Yet that wasn't all, I have to tell you ladies. This man... mmm... and let me tell you he is definitely all man. Had me writhing all night long. His cock, just perfect, and he truly knows how to use that God-given tool of his. I lost count of the number of times he had me cumming on it. I think it was somewhere around ten or so. I could be off by a few. I mean my mind was pretty much drunk on how delicious that cock felt as he fucked me hard. Making me moan to the high heavens, I have to wonder how big of a wet spot I had left once we retired to the shower. Where again, Magnus Condon made me beg and howl as my lustful voice echoed off his shower walls. However, before we did, God, I felt so dirty, and you ladies know what I mean, as his cum painted my face. Then... I allowed him in the back. Where I have to say I still feel him back there as I draft this article; and yes ladies and gents, I am definitely wet. Thank you Magnus Condon for that, you were a true gentleman that night. I couldn't have asked for a better night.

Now, I know some of you ladies are wondering how strong his tongue game was. Some of us -- me included -- have experienced some very lack lustered efforts in our lives. Yet this man... mmm... truly knew how to make a woman's little peach all nice and creamy if you know what I mean. The way it would dance along it, and the special treat, inside that hot, wet, nectar filled peach. Making that muscle roll within it, allowing my folds to know it so intimately. The way he had paid attention to its steam. Making that little bud know that it wasn't neglected. Making this little tight body of mine squirm as he brought me to a very large orgasm and two smaller ones. Hey, let's not get into semantics here, Magnus Condon truly knows his way around a woman's... you get the idea. One has to wonder how Iona, his estranged wife, could ever give up a man like that. Nevertheless, if she didn't then I, and maybe you if you're lucky enough, would have never had the opportunity to know this man so intimately."

"Fuck me..." Magnus said, a little too loudly, noting the numerous heads of women perking up all around him. Dropping his head, hiding his burning face in the pages of the magazine. Hoping they thought he was reading it as he hurriedly walked to his gate. Then shaking his head for feeling so silly. So what if they knew, he wasn't going to hide. "Yes ladies, it's true if you were wondering," Magnus shouted for all to hear. Chuckling as jaws dropped as he waved to them.

On the plane, Magnus sat in first class as he read the article about him. Feeling his smile widening that Saffi had been true to her word. Everything that she had written was word for word what he had spoken at length about.

"Can I get you anything?" Came a soft smooth voice causing Magnus to lift his head. His eyes running over the early twenties woman's face, her medium red hair was held back with a hair clip. Her soft green eyes had a lustful spark to them as she bent at the hips. Allowing her white button down blouse to hang open showing off the tops of her white lacy bra. "Something to drink? A snack?" She had been walking a few feet behind him having to pull a double shift when the flight attendant that was assigned to this flight called in sick. So she had heard what he had said, then she had asked one of the women that were clustered around the nearest table to her what that was all about. She was directed to read the last part of the article. To say her face was burning red once she finished it was an understatement; and when she found him sitting at the gate waiting to board the plane. She wondered if her shift was going to be boring.​