[M/F] Heroin Love -- How my Dad Fucked Up My Family | 2016

I wrote a full length novel about my Dad's exploits that ruined our family. I still talk to my dad and he has detailed many events for me, and from my own experiences being involved in this situation I wrote this novel. It is all true except for names/locations. If you guys enjoy this and would like me to keep posting the story I will continue.

Chapter One

My obsession with money started at a young age, everything else really didn’t matter. School just got in the way, rotting away in a jail all day learning things that would never help me in life. Will knowing who wrote what book, the meaning of them, really help me out in life? I doubt it. Hanging out with friends, watching movies, playing games, or doing drugs all was wasteful. When that school bell rang everyday, I ran home to change and go to work.

Pulling my wagon around the neighborhood with my bicycle, knocking on the doors of my neighbors asking them to do anything they needed done. Cleaning the leaves out of their gutters, washing cars, even picking up dog shit. You name it I would do it. Instead of playing baseball or football on the weekends, I spent them re-tarring the driveways of the neighborhood. I may not have had friends or enjoyed my childhood like a typical kid would but I had the best of everything. The nicest bike in the neighborhood, the best clothes, and the best jewelry. One of my clients was a jeweler and we would trade work for jewelry.

My professional life as a young adult was just the same. Instead of going to the bar with ‘the guys,’ I would spend the evenings meeting with the last client or going home to go over spreadsheets to try and maximize my sales. I was the only one in my company with a car phone, everyone wanted to use it instead of trying to hunt down the next pay phone to call their clients to verify the appointments. The work always paid off in the end, I always got everything I wanted.

How many people can say their lives were turning out perfect? I had a beautiful wife, great marriage, five loving kids, and a thriving business. Every morning I had the stunning sight of watching the Florida sun rise while my boat swayed ever so slightly in the glistening water.

My wife and I are your typical love story. Met in high school, went to prom together -- we were your ‘High School Sweethearts.’ Back then we were young, careless, spontaneous, and adventurous. Her golden locks strung down to her ass, glowing in the sunlight. Her multi colored eyes were enchanting, getting more green when she was upset, and brown when everything was a’okay. Her lean athletic figure intoxicated me, even her New York accent when she got mad at me turned me on. We did everything together. We were madly in love. I was obsessed with her I wanted everything for her, and to do anything for her.

I always spent my life obsessing over everything, my career, having kids, and material items. I always needed everything, nothing was ever enough. And once I fixated on something, I needed to have it. I once got the idea of getting a fish tank, not only did I get a fish tank, I got several of them to spread around my house. The abundance of salt water let off a minute smell resembling the ocean as you walked through the house. Shark tanks that resembled the gloomy dangerous sea with black tip sharks constantly circling the destroyed ship that decorated the tank. Coral tanks that resembled the natural beauty of the ocean. Ultra Blue Maxima Clams sitting in the sand bed. Clown fish playing tag in the anemone, while being chased by the Regal Blue Tangs. Emerald crabs grazing over the rocks, eating any algae growing. A rainbow of corals, from vibrant blues, purples, and greens, illuminated underneath the lights mimicking the sun.

I spent my evenings cleaning the house as if it where a museum. Starting from the top and going down. Cleaning each fan blade, every counter top whether it was used or not. Dusting the tops of picture frames even though they were dusted the night before. Moving the furniture into the center of the room to vacuum behind everything followed by me getting down on my hands and knees to hand mop the floor making sure every piece of lint was removed. Even every square inch of the baseboards. Returning everything to it's rightful place. Shamefully I even vacuumed down the dogs to try and keep the fur down. I got it down to a science and only spent a couple of hours a night on it. I would do this even though my wife may have just cleaned, it just wasn't done my way. The cars were cleaned every weekend top to bottom. My wife's pearl white platinum edition Escalade sparkled in the sun. It's chrome rims acted like mirrors. Accompanying the Escalade was my red GMC 1500 Denali work truck, all chromed out. While it was fancy for a work truck it is a downgrade from what I housed in my garage. A blacked out Henessey Corvette C7 Stingray. I even treated myself to the HPE1000 engine upgrade. Where the hell was I going in such a rush?

It sat in the garage with the battery plugged in and rested under a cover to not get dust on it. It rolled out of the garage to get washed and then was put right back in. Freshly vacuumed and shampooed carpets, dusted of course to make it spot less. My freshly waxed exteriors gave the cars a silky feel that I always loved.

The house and cars were always spotless, but no one ever seemed to care. The next day the kid's rooms where a mess, clothes on the floor, crumbs scattered throughout. The kitchen was a mess from all the food prep and cooking. Bowls sat covered in bread crumbs and marinade. Skillets with burnt food seared into the bottom sat in the sinks soaking. Smears of only god knows what created a film over the counters. It was just a continuous vicious obsessive cycle.

I spent my whole life building an empire for myself and my family, it was an accomplishment, and I was very proud of myself. My days became a routine just like every other person’s life does. Wake up before the sun, eat the same boring breakfast of eggs and oats. Run over to your job, do the best you can even though it may be unappreciated. Come home, eat dinner while talking about your day to your family. Cleaning up dinner and the rest of the house. Then do a little more work before going to bed. The next morning you wake up and it starts all over again. This lingered on for a few years, until one day I made the biggest mistake of my life.

Chapter Two

August 23rd started off like any other day, alarm clock buzzing at 5:45 a.m. I moaned and groaned as I smack the alarm clock to silence the annoying sound. I muttered to myself ‘Happy Birthday’ before creeping through the house as to not wake anyone. I took my usual blistering hot shower and was off to the rat race of life. The service industry in Florida is a thriving business and I took advantage of it. I performed jobs to stay in touch with the market and needs of the consumers so I could feel the heartbeat of the business in my hand. I worked the early hours out in the field from 6:30 a.m. until 11 a.m. then went to my office building to finish out the day. The Onyx Environmental building had a steel colored concrete veneer separated by blacked out windows. Our name was hung high in the sky at the top of the building. Etched out of white granite and illuminated by several bright white lights, it was a hard building to miss. It carried a very mysterious facade. In the rear of the building housed all of our ‘bat mobiles’ as I always liked to call them. It was empty, having all of them deployed in the field, but it would house over one hundred blacked out pick-up trucks with white branding on the side. As if we were saving our clients from disaster.

The lobby of the building carried a simple yet tasteful design, black marble floors, a white marble receptionist desk with black swirls throughout, a 3-D company sign behind it. Black leather chairs lined the walls for waiting clients. The neutral grey walls complemented the room well. A refreshments bar featured fresh fruit, an espresso machine, and a mini fridge with bottled water. The lobby was very large to induce a feeling of prestige.

As I strolled into my building, Ann my receptionist, jumped out of her chair with a look of panic on her face. She ran over to me and dragged me over into a corner and starts whispering, "We have a serious problem." "And what would that be..?" I responded.

"I just got a call from...." As Ann begins rattling on, her voice seems to just disappear as I start day dreaming about speeding down the intracoastal in my boat and enjoying my birthday like I should be.

As she finishes her rant of only god knows what I just simply responded with the standard "Okay I will take care of it."

As lunch approached I called my wife to see if she wanted to join me for sushi at my favorite restaurant Sushi-Gon. When she answered the phone I was thrilled to ask her to lunch and spend some much needed quality time with her.

"Hey Honey, want to go to Sushi-Gon with me for lunch?" I asked with an expected yes.

"I can't go today, I have to get my hair done, then pick up the kids from school. I will see you later for dinner, Okay?"

I couldn't believe it, she didn't even remember it was my birthday. We were having some issues like all marriage do sometimes, we were stuck in a rut. I simply said "Okay, love you."

"Love you" she responded and hung up. I walked out of my office, strolled down the maze like hallway, saying ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ to the employees as I left for lunch.

As I cruised into the parking lot of the restaurant, I noticed a lady that was easy on the eyes putting a sign perpendicular to the street that simply read ‘Toni's --- All Girl Staff.’

I thought to myself, ‘It's odd they put a strip club over here, it really isn't the best placement for such a place.’ I got out of my obnoxious corvette red pick up truck and started walking towards the door of Sushi-Gon anticipating my delicious lunch. As I approached the door I hear a women's voice shouting "Hey!" I turned to acknowledge the call, and saw the women who placed the sign.

She begins the conversation with "We just opened up and need some clientele, why don't you come in and see what's going on."

I graciously said " No thank you, strips clubs really are not my thing."

"Oh we are not a strip club, hun." She said with a grin on her face.

"Oh, I saw the sign and just assumed thats what it was...So what do you do then?"

"Why don't you come and find out?" She said in a cunning tone, while trotting off with a sexy bounce back to her building.

I brushed it off and continued to go get seated for my lunch.

Entering the restaurant you immediately noticed you were in China, Japan, or whatever asian country they were trying to represent, quite frankly it all looks the same. A Koi pound off to your immediate right housed several fish, ranging in colors covering the entire rainbow. A bamboo rocking fountain letting out constant trickling noise then making a gentle clacking sound as the bamboo filled. The lighting was dim, red paper lanterns filled the ceilings. All of the furniture was a deep mahogany, rice paper with a cherry blossom painted onto it divided parts of the restaurant. The hostess stand was pretty basic, except for the twin foo dogs that were nearly as big as the stand itself.

I sat down with a mixture of excitement and disappointment, ready for the delicious feast of sushi I was about to consume while still being upset I was here alone. While I was waiting to get greeted by a waitress for the typical ‘Hi, My name is blah blah blah and I will be taking care of you’ bullshit I was reviewing the menu as if I was a restaurant critic. Which I could never understand why I did it as I already knew what I wanted before I even came into the restaurant.

The waiter approaches the table and announces what is to be expected, "Hi my name is George, and I will be taking care of you today, can I start you off with something to drink?"

In a haste I responded "I will take a water, and for lunch I will take the Gon-Gon Boat."

"Coming right up," and he left without further interruptions.

The Gon-Gon Boat is a culinary feast if I do say so myself. It is a boat sculpted very carefully out of rice, seaweed, and little pieces of wood...kind of like toothpicks. It nests 20 pieces of the best mouthwatering sushi this town has to offer.

As I am sitting patiently waiting my feast to arrive, I cannot get the thought of that building out of my mind.

Curiosity is consuming my thoughts like a bad plague, for the life of me I cannot figure out what that building could possible be.

When the waiter rushes by to give me my drink, I stop him in his tracks, "Hey...George was it? What is that place by you guys 'Toni's' all about?"

George stopped and stared at me like a little boy in a candy shop, "I haven't been inside myself but I see some of the finest chicks walking into that joint."

"And you don't know what they do?" I said in disbelief.

He begins to walk away muttering "No man, sorry."

The arrival of the Gon-Gon Boat is sort of a spectacle, and I hate it. Every time you order it they put on a little show for you as if everyone wants to see it. As I see George coming with my meal, I see him light the sparklers that they insist on attaching to the meal. As he walks two other employees join him and they start clapping, making a scene. He graciously places it on my table and walks away. As I patiently wait for the ridiculous spectacle of sparklers to dissipate, I examine the sushi and plan my attack. California Rolls, Volcano Rolls, Eel Rolls, Octopus, you name it, this thing has it.

The fireworks stop, and I dive in scarfing it down like a prisoner that just got released. That is how I always ate, spared no mercy. Then came the shell of the ship... My wife and I usually played and joked with it, as if we were pirates. Then I would take it home but before, I would stop and buy some deep red roses from the local florist and have him design the bouquet into the boat for a real presentation. We would display it in the kitchen for a couple of days and then throw it out. Considering my lonesome here I just beckon George like the obnoxious prick I am. I snapped my fingers "Hey George..." He heard me and came shuffling over. "Get rid of this thing, and heres $100, should take care of it right?"

He was running a total in his head, you could almost see his eyes ticking like a calculator adding up my simplistic bill.

"Yeah that should do it, thank you have a good day."

Bloated from eating the whole meal myself I walked out of restaurant as if I was carrying an infant in my stomach. I got back into my truck and sat there, music on -- of course the eighties --, a/c blowing and just relaxing. I sat there staring, no no no, glaring at that building, Toni's. I couldn't stop staring at it until I just had enough. I ripped the keys out of the ignition, swung the door open basically ripping it off the hinges, and begin swiftly walking, hell I would say almost jogging over to the door. I swung the door open and stepped inside.

The inside was very basic... almost too basic. It had laminate floors, white freshly painted walls, not one decoration, and just a desk. You were greeted by an empty room with a desk, a woman, and a hallway off to the left, which you couldn't see down. A middle aged woman, maybe mid thirties, with pin straight brunette hair sat at the desk looking towards a computer. Wearing modest business attire, a plain white short sleeved dress shirt, and a tie-front striped pencil skirt. The same women who put the sign up outside as I pulled in.

"AHA! I knew I would see you here, you had that look in your eyes." The receptionist said with confidence.

I made a slight smile and said "And your name was again?"

"Jessica, you can call me Jess."

Getting slightly impatient I said "Okay, Jess, what do you do here, it seems rather empty to be in business."

She grinned at me again explaining "We do fantasy photography, any theme you like, western, business, whatever."

A feeling of total disappointment rushed over me, I don't know what I was expecting but that was a complete let down.

"Okay, goodbye,” I turned around and started to make my exit.

“Don't you want to at least see our models?"

Curiously I responded " Models?" There was that grin again, always grinning at me.

"Oh you didn't expect to take the pictures by yourself did you?"

Chapter Three

Jess reached under her desk and pressed a button, almost like a teller getting robbed in a bank. In the distance you hear a bell going off, like a school bell ringing at the end of the day. What followed was an echo of, click clack, the sound of high heels hitting the ground, and not just one, many of them echoing as they walked down the hall towards the front of the building.

Then appeared the first model, a long legged brunette wearing a skimpy Brazilian bikini, quickly followed by a blonde, a red head, an asian, and they just kept funneling out of the hallway as if they were on a conveyor belt. I was standing there, just standing like a deer in the headlights just eyeing these beautiful women up. Jess spoke up to break the trance like state I was in.

"Now just pick a model, and go take some pictures."

Standing there like a kid told to pick any toy he wanted. The only thing I could get out of my mouth was "Uhhhh, Uhhhh...."

Looking and looking, taking inventory in my head of which I fancied the most, should it be the Latina, the redhead, the asian, one of the brunettes, one of the blondes? Confused and overwhelmed by the decisions, I couldn't decide. Then it happened. I locked eyes with a blonde hair, blue eye goddess. Her breast were round and firm, stomach flat and hard, with long defined legs. The oil was glistening in the lights like an angel in heaven. She was standing sideways, one leg slightly bent, wearing a vibrant blue bikini that barely had enough material to cover up her nipples, vagina, and her ass. I cant believe I'm actually going to say this but I smiled and presented my choice.

“I will take the blonde in blue." The other girls begin to walk back down the hallway as the blonde approaches me . "Hi I'm Rachael, whats your name stud?" Being shocked by how sexy she was I could barely form a coherent statement...

"Uhh, I'm...I'm Kevin."

"Okay, Kevin follow me." She whispers and gently grabs my hand and starts pulling me down the hallway.

As I pass Jess she just flashes me that signature grin of hers and we continue down the hall. We pass all these blank peculiar doors, no names, no descriptions, nothing. I peered down and had a perfect view of her firm ass gracefully bouncing as she walked down the hallway.

We approached a door, when she opened it all that was in the room was a bed, and a dresser. I looked curiously around the room, not noticing any photography gear... not even a camera. Something just doesn't feel right, I shouldn't be here.

She sat me down on the bed, and whispered in my ear in a sexy tone "I'll be right back."

She left and I begin to become very anxious and confused. I looked toward the dresser and noticed bottles of lotion, lube, oil, and even a medicine bottle that had some triangular pills inside it. Then it hit me, I just realized where I was and what I signed up for. I walked into a whore house. Panic came over me, conflicted with my decisions thus far and didn't know what to do. As beautiful as Rachael was, I didn't want to cheat on my wife, I loved my wife. I began pacing the room vigorously, weighing my options, and quickly decided to leave. I headed towards the door and when I opened it BOOM there she was. We locked eyes again and once more I just stood there jaw dropped motionless.

She began rubbing my chest gently "You weren't going to leave me were you, Kevin?"

I gathered my thoughts and politely responded "Your beautiful and everything but I have a wife and kids," making a gesture towards my ring "I just can't do this." And I make a motion to the side of her to leave.

As I made my move to leave she put her hand on my chest pushing me back to the bed, "Let's just relax."

My legs mimicking jello, I simply followed her push and fell on the bed. I sit upright and she gets behind me. She begins massaging my shoulders, rubbing my arms and legs.

She leans in and whispers in my ear "So Kev, what is it that you want?" She begins kissing my neck, biting my ear. "Come on Kev tell me, Come on."

Kev was a name of endearment that I loved and how she knew was astonishing, my wife called me 'Kev'. She continued seducing me, reaching her hand around to feel up my crotch. Kissing my neck passionately, she was really revving me up which abruptly stopped as Rachael got off the bed to stand up in front of me. Looking down towards the floor conflicted and confused, I was ashamed of myself. She gingerly put her hand under my chin and picked my head up to glare into my eyes.

Rachael stared into my eyes, with vibrant Caribbean ocean blue eyes how could I resist what she asked me "Do you want this?" Motioning towards her mouth.

I gave her a slight nod.

"And what about this?" She motion toward her pussy, once again I gave her a nod.

She took her hands and pushed my chest forcing me to lay down on the bed. Rachael ripped open my dress shirt so fierce it caused buttons to go flying, then she began to caress my chest, slowly working her way down to my abs, and finally my legs. Steadily unbuttoning my dress slacks, she looks at me and lets out an arousing smile. I begin to quiver with excitement, being with the same women for 25 years I forgot how invigorating sex could be. Although I continued to tell myself I shouldn't be here and that I need to leave but I was stuck in her trance. I was down to my boxers and before I knew it she began groping me. I became rock hard instantaneously, I haven't had a response like that in ages. After vigorously groping me she proceeded to remove my boxers... And there I was lying in a strangers bed, not knowing how many men have been here before, naked. I had a feeling of apathy as I laid there, I deserved a little fun too. Rachel jumped on the bed next to me and started to stroke my dick while she was kissing my neck. The urges became to much for me to handle and I started to sit up so I could over take her and control the situation.

Just in that instance she pushed me back down moving her index finger back and forth "Tsk, Tsk, not so fast hun," she commanded.

Rachel stood up gingerly and began to walk back towards the dresser, not letting her blue ocean eyes off me. Reaching into the drawer, she ruffled her hand for a second and pulled out a small golden square package and reassured me "This is for our protection." She glides back towards me, separates my legs while smiling at me and rips that golden package open with her teeth. Placing the condom on the tip of my penis, she gets on her knees and proceeds to fully put it over my penis with her mouth. The feeling of warmth on me was intoxicating, it has been a long time since anyone has given me head.

"Whoa, what a trick" I complemented.

She looked up and just let out a cute school girl type of laugh. Then she really committed to the act, and began sucking on me so hard, bobbing her head quickly. Reaching with her free hand, she began massaging my balls, pulling on them and I just let out the biggest moan of my life.

"Uggghhh."

She stops blowing me, continues jerking me off, "How do you like that, Kev?"

Trying to gather my thoughts, I stuttered "It's wonderful, keep going."

Rachael proceeded to stand up and started to dance seductively. Caressing my lower body and teasing me she reached behind her back and loosened her bikini top and revealed her breasts. They were perfect, just the size I like.

She pulled me up and slammed my face into her chest, "Suck on those titties," she demanded, and I did it with pleasure.

Flicking her nipple with my tongue just as a tease, I then began sucking on her nipple so hard, practically tearing them off. Nibbling on the tips of her nipples I hear her let out the most intoxicated moans in my ears. I continue pleasuring her and reach into her bikini bottom, feeling the freshly shaven smoothness of her vagina I begin rubbing her intensely.

It was soaked and ready to go, and in this instance she leaned and demanded "Fuck me, Kev!"

I grabbed her, picked her up, and slammed her down on the bed in excitement. Ripping off her bottoms, I spread her legs, jumped on top of her, stared into her beautiful eyes and began to push myself inside of her. She was very tight, and without further foreplay I began pounding her furiously like an animal in heat.

The moans coming out of her were loud and expressive "Mmmmm, harder," "Ohhh yeah, right there," "Fuck me harder, is that all you’ve got?"

Taunting me into going faster and harder, and did I comply without question. Although it may have been a performance it didn't phase me, I was enjoying the noise of a women. I was in control of the situation now, I demanded her to get up, and get on all fours. I mounted her and grabbed her long golden hair, forcing her head back. This was my favorite position to have sex with a women, it made her vulnerable and put you in control. I continued thrusting into her and then the feeling of her wet warmth became too much to resit, I was about to cum. I was fucking with such force the headboard was smacking into the wall it rested on. Moaning in euphoria about my climax. Rachael picked up on this, I didn’t know if she could tell by her intuition or extensive experience of fucking guys but she pushed me off of her and turned around to begin blowing me again. Exploded, I came with such force the condom ripped and my cum filled her mouth. Rachael tilts her head back and swallows.

"Mmmmmm, that was fun Kev. I am going to go clean up, go see Jess before you leave."

She began to walk away when I grabbed her hand "Wait, don't leave just yet."

“Sorry Kev, I don't cuddle."

"Wait, wait, let me give you something," I pleaded, while peering around the room looking for my pants. "Don't move."

Searching without delay, I went to go reach for my pants. I reached into my back pocket to retrieve my wallet.

Retrieving my business card, I wrote my cell phone number on the back of the card.

"I really enjoyed you today, give me a call and we can hang out and get lunch sometime."

She stared into my eyes for the final time, tossed me a smirk and walked into the next room. Trying to compose my self I continued to get dressed, only being able to partially button up my dress shirt because of the missing buttons, I walked out of the room and down the hall.

I approached Jess she asks me sarcastically " How was your photoshoot?"

I smiled "It was delightful, what now?"

"This one is on the house, but be sure to let your friends know about us." She requested.

"Thanks, and sure thing. I will do my best."

I proceeded to walk towards the exit when I hear Jess jokingly say "See you real soon."

I turned towards her and questioned "What makes you think that?"

She put on a huge smile and pointed towards nothing "Thin walls Kev."

I smiled and left the building.