What if you made a mistake so terrible that you knew your life would be ruined if you didn't do something to change it. You prayed to God and asked for an opportunity to make it right, and he answered your prayer, and let you live the same day over and over again, until you righted your wrong? Can you imagine what that mistake would be in your life? I can tell you that for me, it was letting go of quite possibly the most wonderful man in the world.
I was young, a junior in college, when Chad and I started dating. He fell in love with me and I liked him very much. I had never been out of my little town in Nebraska and being in college, in a big city, had me starry eyed. There were so many people to meet, so many men, but Chad was in love with me, he wanted me to be faithful to him. What's a girl to do? I decided to set him up with my friend, Bridgette, a sweet girl looking for a long-term relationship. Chad was sick when I broke up with him, completely devastated, but we stayed friends. He started dating Bridgette six months after I broke up with him, and she helped him heal his heart.
I was a free woman, with no man to tie me down. I played! I had so much fun tasting all the different flavors of men. I grew tired of playing and started to miss my Chad, but by this time Bridgette and Chad were deep in love.
They started a family together. Chad landed a phenomenal job right out of college and he built a beautiful home for Bridgette. Bridgette worked part time and was a full-time mom to their son. The two were so happy, the type of marriage that would follow a fairytale. I stayed in touch with them, Bridgette is my best friend, but Chad and I were not as close after our break up. It would kill me to be apart from them, and kill me to see them together and in love. My life became a full circle of regret, obsession, and self-loathing for what I wanted to do most: break their stupid perfect relationship up.
I'm not really a religious person, Chad was. He would spend an hour every day devoted to God. He'd read his bible, pray, or practice gratitude meditation. He's not a religious nut or anything, if you ask him about religion, he'd dismissively tell you he was "spiritual." I oftentimes wonder if his life was somehow blessed by God, how else could one man be so perfect? On a stormy Spring night I fell to the floor and sobbed for Chad, feeling completely sorry for my own self-made misery, I contemplated taking my life. I managed to pick myself up on my knees and look out the window, the rain was coming down in sheets, you could barely see the lightening, the sound of the rain hitting my roof, and the tree slapping the window couldn't drown out my cries. I lifted my arms and begged God for the opportunity to right my wrong. I need to make it right. Please God, let me have my man.
I woke up and the alarm clock read yesterday's date. The sun was shining through the window just as it was yesterday morning. I turned on the TV, yesterday's news was playing. It was the first day of my second chance, there would have been a lot more second chances to come, over and over the same day played until I finally won him over.
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Nominated:
AVN Best B/G Sex Scene - Ivy Wolfe & Chad White
AVN Best Featurette

Emma is a woman on a mission. She is looking for the perfect match to impregnate her, and no, the man can not be her husband. Her husband is a wealthy man who employs 372 people, and one of those employees is a handsome man, Chad. "I love my husband," Emma explains to Chad with a factual voice, "but he's not the most handsome man, or intelligent. He does have good qualities like kindness and ambition, but those are teachable qualities." Emma has singled Chad out through a series of steps to be the perfect donor, but he is an honest man, and he must be convinced.
Emma has lured him to her home under the pretense that she will paint his portrait but he starts to become suspicious the more Emma pushes him to remove his shirt, to pour warm oil down his chest. She rubs it in and smells him, "you have good genetics," she purrs giving Chad contracting feelings of arousal, confusion, and terror.
Chad steps down from the pedestal, "why do I get the feeling that I'm not here to get my portrait painted?"
"You're not.." Emma confesses with a matter-of-fact tone, "you're here to give me your seed."
Chad looks confused, he glances towards the door. It's so close yet so far away. Emma is his boss' wife, could he offend her if he left? Her hard glare pierces through him, making his cock twitch, and his heart race." Emma, " I need your sperm."
Chad claps his hands together, "well... I'll bet Mr. Hix will be happy that I entertained your hobby, but I should get back to work."
"You're going to get me pregnant and we're going to tell my husband that it's his."
Chad shakes his head no, "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you think I am. This is not something I would EVER consider, even though you are a beautiful woman, you are married.. and I'm not the kind of guy-- Emma interrupts
"And yet you stay. Why don't you walk out the door? Is it because you feel vulnerable around women you want but can't have?" It's true that Chad has a thing for married women. When he met his wife, she was married. Controversy always seems to follow love for Chad, and now Emma stares at him, waiting for his response. He opens his mouth to speak and no sound comes out. "I.. I.." he is embarrassed at his stammering.
Emma, "I'm not asking for your heart. I won't toy with you like Jenny did. I am merely asking you to take off my clothes, fuck me slow, deep, make me cum, and give me your seed."

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Nominated:
XBIZ Best Actor (Couples-Themed) - Chad White

Sometimes my thoughts are so loud that I can't hear what's around me. My step-father talks to me about his day. I hear some key words and nod politely, just so he thinks I'm paying attention. I can't help but think about how lucky I am. God smiled at me when he brought this man into my home. I mean, look at him.. he's perfect, like one of those Roman statues, except with a bigger cock. I bet his cock is perfect, like that guy in the porn, big huge, uncircumcised, dripping with pre-cum for me, his little kitten to lap up. Wonder how big it is? It's got to be big, right, just look at his hands. They say a man's cock is as big as his middle finger to the end of his palm.. so what.. he's got to be like 9 inches long? Can my little pussy even take 9 inches?"
Chad, "And it was nine inches, can you believe it?"
I panic. Have I been speaking? Are we really talking about his cock? "huh?"
"The cake, kitten, it's what I was telling you about. The bosses bought celebration cake for the promotions. Neapolitan style, chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla, 9 inches deep, it was unbelievable. I wanted to save a piece for you but everyone in the office gobbled it up before I had a chance."
The air escapes out of my lungs, "Oh it's alright.." I relax, I'm alright. How humiliating woudl it be if he knew I was drooling over him, maybe he thinks I'm drooling over that stupid cake at his office. I got lucky this time, but I need to say something... what can I plan to get closer to him? "Congratulations, we should celebrate," I scoot in closer, smile sweetly, and try not to glance at his dress pants. Did I ever tell you how much I love men's dress pants? I fucking love how thin the cotton-poly blend is, sometimes when a man is standing or sitting at just the right angle you can see the outline of his cock. I would love to see a real penis, not just one on the computer, but a real one to touch, to taste..
Chad interrupts my thoughts, "thank you kitten, but I'm so exhausted. I thought we could just chill out tonight. Maybe you want a movie night?"
Movie night, yes.. "with pizza?" I immediately cringe after I said that. It's so little-girlish of me, and I am eighteen years old now. I want to be seen as an adult. A woman. I am a woman that wants this man, this man that I am not supposed to have. My stomach gurgles, I could use some pizza, but I would much rather have daddy's sausage.
"Sounds perfect," he smiles at me. I love it when he smiles at me. "I'm going to take a shower and get into my PJ's. Don't run the hot water, ok?" My step-daddy is stroking his penis. I see him facing away from me, the warm water hitting his face and chest. His arm is propping him muscular body up as he strokes himself. I can't really see it, but I have a great view of his naked muscular ass.
"Yes, yes, YES! It's just like one of those porn cliches. I should take off my clothes and join him. He wouldn't resist me. Oh but.. this is reality. What if he watches daddy/daughter porn because he likes the power-play between the daddy and daughter. What if he's into submissive chicks and not really dreaming about having sex with me?
Chad moans, "oh fuck yes.. kitten.."
"Kitten?! That's MY nickname. He wants me. C'mon Whitney, GO, get in the shower with him. Drop to your knees and..
Chad shuts off the water.
I panic. I run. I run and I leave the bathroom door open. Will he notice? Oh fuck me, fuck my whole entire stupid life. I am a stupid girl. I am a stupid virgin girl, I'll die alone, never looking at another man because the man I love most doesn't want me! I try to stifle the tears. Daddy can always tell when I am crying.
Whitney, "I'm a coward."
I open my armoire to grab my flannel pajamas. I hesitate. I know I have a satin nightie. It's technically my mom's. I stole it from her bedroom before she left us, me and my step-daddy. I hold up the satin nightie to my body. I feel good. I feel sexy. The silk charmeuse feels light and liquid under my fingertips.
Maybe I'm not an idiot. Maybe.. maybe.. I just have to be sure he won't refuse me.

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Emma looks like she has a perfectly normal and pleasant life. She has everything going for her: she's popular at school, she's got a great job at the local diner, she's got college to look forward to in a few months. What more could a girl ask for? Love? She has that too, the two people Emma loves the most: her step-brother, Chad, and her best friend, Brittany, also love her. She lives the ideal life in a suburban neighborhood, surrounded by love and acceptance, but she has one problem that keeps her from being seen as "normal," she suffers from insomnia that distorts reality from dreams.
What if you were in her shoes? What if your pretty friend came by to visit and you dreamt of making love to her? You thought the dream was real! She felt warm, soft, and the sex was phenomenal. When you woke you saw that she was looking at your horrified as you masturbated in front of her. This is what it's like to be Emma. She has urges galore. She's thought about having sex with her best friend, but whom she's really in love with, is so taboo it's difficult to even confess to her Psychiatrist.. her own stepbrother, Chad.
Britney, the gorgeous curvy blonde, with the super-model face has had eyes for Chad White since the beginning of Freshman Year. She sees her window of opportunity running out as the Summer comes to an end, and college is starting. She is concerned for her friend's unusual behavior, and it's the perfect opportunity to talk to Chad, alone.
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I pace in my livingroom furiously willing an plan to come to mind, some sequence of words that will make him fall in love with me. I know it's wrong to think about my step-father in this light, but I'm tired of letting other people's ideas of right and wrong dictate my happiness-- oh God knows this is the only man who will make me happy. I hear a knock at the door. I scrunch my brow in confusion, did he forget his house key?
I open the door and see Jill smiling at me, "Whitney!" She throws her arms around my head, and then backs up coughing, "way too much perfume, babe."
"You think so, it's new? You don't like it?" A part of me believes she's jealous. Jill's been my best friend since forever, and I know her tendency to be jealous if I find a trend before her.
Jill rolls her eyes sarcastically, "if you want to smell like a frosted cupcake, it's awesome."
I stiffen my back. It can't be true. It's part of my grand plan to woo my step-father, but is it too much? Do I have time to wash some of it off? Damn, I should have spritzed the air and walked through it, instead of dousing the back of my neck. Do I have time? I glance at my watch. Jill has to leave, I have to wash my neck, "It's called daddy's princess," and I declare, "it's very high end." I look towards the door, hoping she'll get the hint. She walks forward, and I notice how perky her butt looks in her jean shorts. She sits on the sofa, cutting short my new admiration of her ass, she looks at me with a stern eye, "we've got to talk."
I scoff, that expression is all too familiar, "Did you come here to lecture me about morals?"
Jill slides in close, "I came here to beg you to try something else before you make this mistake."
"You're so certain it's a mistake?"
Jill nods, "If he gets skeeved out by you coming onto him, do you think he'll want to be your daddy? Especially since he's not your real dad and especially since you're 18 now?"
"Or how about I kiss him, we have wild, passionate sex, and later down the road, we end up husband and wife?"
Jill, "you have NO experience with having a boyfriend or a girlfriend for that matter and you're already marrying your stepdad in your head?"
"Ok.. maybe I went too far, too fast, but the mad passionate sex is something that I think WILL go down.. I hope."
Jill leans forward and whispers, "do you masturbate?"
I scoot back, "what does that have to do with anything?" Jill has something on her mind. She has a scheme of her own planned. I'm starting to feel trapped, like a mouse in a trap. Jill looks at me with hungry eyes. I like it. What's wrong with me?

This is a story about how I fell in love with my step-brother. The word "fall" in "fall in love," is perfect. There isn't a better way to explain how love just happens. I guess if I had to trace it back, it started with an admiration of him. Everyone loves him, he's athletic, he's loving, and he always says the right thing.. he's pretty much everything that I'm not. It was just a few years ago when my dad married his mom, and I can clearly see where he gets his personality from. His mom, Alexis, is so warm, so open, and so.... sexual.
When she makes love to my dad she moans, purrs, the headboard slams against the wall and I'm pretty sure the sound can he heard from down the street. She is so perfect, the mother I have always wanted, but why does she have to fuck like a banshee? I lay in bed awake, I try to muffle the sounds of her moaning with my pillow over my head, and then oh-- I can't breathe. I decide to wake up Tyler, he'll know how to fix this issue.
I knock on the door, no answer. I wait a few seconds to knock again. I see the light is on underneath the door, he IS awake, or is he? I decide to crack open the door and I see him stroking himself, up and down, my eyes helplessly focus in on his bulge under the cover before I turn my head and apologize, "sorry, so sorry!"
Tyler laughs, "well it's not that big of a deal, it's just sex."
"Oh yeah? I've got my college entrance exams tomorrow, I'd say it's pretty important to get a full eight hours of..." [moaning], "Yes, I'm coming, YES!"
We laugh as the moaning comes to a soft coo. My back relaxes, but just for a minute, I hear the bed springs start to squeak again. I ask Tyler, "I thought maybe I could stay in here with you.. but there's no place in the entire house where you can't hear it."
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