Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

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"Your dad just needs some time to himself," I'd tell her. "I'm trying to figure a few things out."

"I'm worried about you dad," she would say, and go upstairs.

Once in a while she would come downstairs and ask me if we could go in the garage and break boards like old times, do some karate moves or maybe even spar with each other.

"Maybe later," I'd tell her, kissing her on the forehead.

Only once did I ever lose my shit on her. I'd been drinking heavily for three straight days, whiskey as well as cans of beer. I was paranoid and unable to sleep. She came down on a Sunday morning and turned on the lights, bringing me a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Get the fuck down!" I shouted as the lights blinded my eyes. I pulled out my Glock and aimed it at her head. She froze, terrified. I stared at her like a deer in headlights. I started crying then, unable to understand what was happening to me. I apologized but it was too late. Karina ran upstairs, screaming for her mother.

She never came down the basement again. Neither did Natalia, who at this point wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. We were as good as divorced. I wondered how we even made it this long.

My history with Natalia was something out of a bad movie. I'd met her in August of 2000 at the Four Aces, when I was on a two week leave from the SEALs. I was 21. She was 19. She was sexy and seductive -- the most popular stripper in the club by far. I was in the ...

... military so she gave me a couch dance for free. Plus, I was six-foot-three, and built like an NFL fullback. People said I looked like Pat Tillman, god rest his soul. I didn't see it. I had the same granite jaw and thick neck, but I had green eyes and a sandy blond crewcut. I was a kid then, clean-shaven and clean cut -- far from the 44-year-old battled-hardened man I am today, with long hair and a gnarly beard.

Two hours later we were at her shithole apartment in Queens, fucking each other's brains out. She was by far the best sex I'd ever had in my short adult life, bar none. We fucked again the next morning, twice. And again that afternoon. She was insatiable. I slept at her place every night for the next 10 days. We exchanged phone numbers and I left, flying back to California for more SEALs training. I was sure I'd never see her again.

I received a phone call from her out of the blue six months later. She was pregnant, she said. Due sometime in May. In June, when Karina was a month old, I flew out to visit my new daughter. The moment got the best of us, and we agreed to get married. On Saturday, August 11th, we tied the knot.

Exactly one month later, Al-Qaeda flew two planes into the World Trade Center. I was deployed to Afghanistan that October. I did four consecutive tours in the Middle East, hunting for Osama bin Laden and Saddam Hussein.

I left the SEALs at the end of 2005. I wanted to come home for Karina's sake, who never even knew her own father. That's when ...