When Stars Collide

Prologue: The Storyteller

The sweaty man on top of her was about to cum, she's sure of it. His athletic hips are now moving faster and stronger, his rock-hard member sliding in and out of her moistness like a jackhammer. The buxom woman's ample breasts bounced in time to the rhythm of her muscular partner's movements, the view sending the randy man into a more passionate frenzy.

This is so friggin' unfair. For every session that we've been together, I'm always blindfolded while he can see me every damn time. But, I swear, he feels and smells so familiar. Now if I can just hear him beyond just groans and grunts then I'll be sure of my assumptions...

The curvy female strained with all her might against her tight and heavy handcuffs just as the powerful groaning male was nearing his climax, but it was no use. Though she is obviously enjoying the very erotic ride, she just can't escape her tight bonds. She might as well follow through with what she originally intended to do. After all, it was why she arranged this secret meeting with the horny virile stranger pumping heatedly on top of her in the first place.

Just when she feels him about to explode inside her, she tightly clamps her smooth, curvy legs around his narrow waist with all her might and contracts her wet inner walls with a strong vise-like grip...

The ripped man cums with a yell of extreme surprise and pleasure, "MOTHERFUCKER woman...AHHHH!" then groans repeatedly as his climax rises to unbelievable heights.

The voluptuous woman orgasms along with him. And what a rush! She enjoyed it much more than she expected because she's now absolutely sure who has been making torrid and fiery love to her these past few sessions.

"Damn it Emmanuel," she sighs, weakened by the intensity of their sexual encounter along with her realization. "I knew it was you..."

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Hmmm, I think I'll start with that. Or maybe not. I'll set that aside and see if I can use these paragraphs in the later chapters.

So, I have decided to put aside my phone, my academic notes, my social media accounts, my business Excel files, and my email to start writing this story.

Some would think that's a little foolish considering that I'm a very busy businesswoman and I'm even taking my master's to boot. Others would even ask what's so important about this story that I would actually take the time to write it down. And yes, it's the factor of time that takes precedence more than effort because writing hardly requires any effort on my part. If anything, I regret the fact that I have not been able to write anything creative for the past ten years of my life.

But time is quite forgiving these days. With the sudden presence of the Corona Virus pandemic, many activities have slowed down or have even come to an abrupt halt. It has now allowed so many people to realize what's really important in their lives, other than earning a living or the daily grind. Time can now be distributed to a number of other things, including reliving and documenting crucial and memorable experiences of the past.

Wait a moment, my phone is ringing. Need to answer it...

"Yes, dear... No, you don't need to do that... Really, I'll be fine... Ok, ok I'll let you know when I'm done here... Thanks, that's sweet of you... See you tonight... Ok bye..."

Ok, so where was I? Oh yes...

I did say I'm putting away my cellphone, right? I guess I should put it on silent instead of turning it off...

Oh wait, let me text my caller just to explain why I won't be answering if they decide to call me again.

There! Now back to what I'm typing...

Yes, I've even taken the time to type down my phone conversation because now, I DO have the time. And it's a beautiful, amazing feeling to do so.


Yes, when time finally gives you that chance to find a new road in your life, it can really be so uplifting, invigorating, and liberating. One just has to realize which options are the best, make a choice, and stick to it no matter what. After all, time can easily fade so fast.


This is what this story focuses on... time. Time, after all, shapes, defines and changes us for the better. That is... IF we let it.


Wait! Before we begin let me type this in...

All characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. And any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

There! Now, let's start by introducing the main characters of this story, shall we?