James Dean And Audrey Hepburn Novels & Stories

He is smooth and commanding, guiding me into a slow dance that’s ridiculously seductive, so that I’m smiling and suppressing giddy laughs, while also incinerating. I want to say there is no way in hell a man can be this suave, this debonair, outside of a Humphrey Bogart movie, and yet he’s all that and Pretty Woman’s Richard Gere wrapped into one, sans the gray temples. Jameson has a head of thick, lush hair that I’m always itching to run my fingers through.

Audrey's POV The drive home was quiet. It was not awkward, not angry…Just quiet. The kind of silence that settles between two people after their entire world has shifted. I sat in the passenger seat staring out the window while Los Angeles glowed beneath the night sky. The city looked the same, the roads were the same, the traffic was the same. Yet somehow everything felt different. I had been Audrey Williams, later Audrey Hepburn, as a divorced woman, then a single mother, and the founder of LovePlus and Logan's contract wife.

The sound of someone else in his shower while he laid in bed was something he hadn't heard since his Deena passed away over a year ago. Having cum several times that day, James and Audrey ate a hearty dinner of beef filets cooked on the grill, mashed potatoes, a specialty of Audrey's, and grilled mushroom caps. The two drank wine sitting close together at the dining room table in the glow of two long candles. After dinner, they watched a movie until Audrey fell asleep resting her head on her father's chest. James turned the lights off, picked her up and carried her off to bed. While in his arms, and still half asleep, she muttered, "With you Daddy. In your bed." She buried her face in his ch

“Just someone. I don’t know the details. Maybe I’ll ask him about it next time.” As he spoke, he exchanged another glance with Julissa. Audrey felt her heart sink. “It’s not that important—we were just chatting. No need to make a thing of it.” “Mm, okay.” Scott replied, but a little stiffly. But Audrey already had her answer. James must have someone else now. Julissa just didn’t say it outright, and Scott—being a typical guy—hadn’t caught the subtext and almost let it slip. A scene suddenly played in Audrey’s mind: James , in a suit, dashing and dignified, standing beside a younger woman in a church, getting married. Her two sons—handsome and successful—offering sincere blessings…

“Like, Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn in that pool scene? Completely clothed and more electric than anything made today." "Yes!" Leo practically shouted. "Thank you! Someone who gets it!" “Leo? You're beginning to do too much.” Dom cut but they totally ignored him. They dissolved into conversation about classic films, debating whether Casablanca or Citizen Kane was more influential, laughing over the absurdity of some of the production codes from that era. Cassie found herself belly-laughing with a stranger for the first time in a while. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Dom had gone quiet. He was sitting in his usual chair, whiskey in hand, watching them with an expression she could

He had spent all night until dawn broke showing her heaven. He had been gentle and fierce, playful and dominant, lusty and loving. So many different depths to his loving. She stretched lazily, her eyes closing. “Good morning, Mrs. Mayer.” Audrey smiled and opened her eyes to see James gazing at her with sleepy pleasure and, in spite of all the intimacies of the night before, she still blushed. “Good morning, Mr. Mayer.” James drew her into him, kissing her thoroughly. “You taste of champagne and strawberries,” he said with satisfaction.