cheeks reddened as she felt his cock enter
her pussy. Then he made slow deliberate thrusts, wanting her to feel his
manhood as deep as he could go, before speeding up.
Her
eyes closed as he commenced his lovemaking, her face a picture of pleasure as
she felt those wonderful sensations coming from her pussy. His thrusts became
faster as she tried to hold him tight, and then she felt another orgasm approaching,
as he began to moan aloud.
They
came together, as he pumped his seed deep into her womanhood; her joy of this
moment captured by the rapture on her face. Then it was over and he lay holding
her, not wanting to move in case she got away. Then he heard a booming voice.
"YOU
WERE INSTRUCTED TO FIND OUT ABOUT LOVE, NOT LUST. I WILL PUT YOU BACK FROM THE
START, AND YOU WILL TRY AGAIN. NOW SAY FAREWELL TO THIS MORTAL AND MAKE IT
QUICK."
"Who
was that, I mean what was that?" Pete asked, sitting up straight.
She
never answered him; she just leaned forward and then kissed him on the lips.
Pete
was driving in the fog, thinking how he'd better pull over, for he was finding
it hard to see the road—he also needed to pee. Then the fog seemed to clear, so
he decided to carry on, as he wasn't far from home now. He suddenly experienced
the feeling that this had happened before, but soon dismissed it as wild
imaginings.
The End
Kim's
Gift
The
rain just wouldn't quit as Kimberly (Kim to her friends) walked the half-mile
to work that morning. She had a terrible headache. She'd had it now for three
days and it just wouldn't go away.
Kimberly
was a nurse, a very good one. She was well respected by her peers and liked by
her friends in fact, she was the kind of woman people in general liked to
associate with. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and legs that wouldn't
quit; but her best assets were her breasts. She was proud of her body and
didn't care who knew it.
If
I don't get my finger out I'm going to be late , she thought to herself.
"You're
late Kim," she heard someone say.
"I
know, I've got a terrible headache!" she replied, turning to find nobody
there.
Kimberly
looked all around her and found she was alone in the car park, which was
situated opposite the hospital. In fact, the only person she could see was
Dean, who even now was putting his hand up to wave, but he was in the window of
the first floor.
That's
strange , she thought. I could have
sworn I heard a voice . She brushed it off as the wind playing tricks on her
and proceeded into the building.
"Morning
Kim," her friend Connie said. "Horrible out there isn't it?"
"Yes,
not a good day at all," replied Kim.
Connie
could see something was up and being a good friend, she asked if there was
something wrong.
"I've
still got that headache from yesterday," was the reply. "It just
won't quit."
"Perhaps
you should see someone," Connie said, looking genuinely concerned.
"God,
I wish I could fuck Kim," said a voice. Kim turned around to find one of
the patients heading towards the toilet.
"Please
don't use that kind of language in the hallways," Kimberly said, looking
angry.
"I
didn't say a word!" the patient protested.
"I
clearly heard you say, "God, I wish I could fuck Kim,'" she said.
The
patient looked stunned for a second then whispered into her ear, "I didn't
say that Kim, but I did think it."
Kimberly
looked at him, seeing that he looked serious; she turned to Connie asking
whether she had heard his remark.
"No,
he didn't say anything," her friend said with a worried look on her face.
"Are you sure you're well enough to be here Kim?"
"Apart
from this confounded headache I'm fine," she replied.
Kimberly
went about her duties that morning without any more strange occurrences. At lunch
she sat on her own thinking about the flat she had just moved into, wondering
when she would find the time to decorate it. She had just finished her lunch
when the pain from her headache started to get worse, the next thing she knew
was blackness as she passed
her pussy. Then he made slow deliberate thrusts, wanting her to feel his
manhood as deep as he could go, before speeding up.
Her
eyes closed as he commenced his lovemaking, her face a picture of pleasure as
she felt those wonderful sensations coming from her pussy. His thrusts became
faster as she tried to hold him tight, and then she felt another orgasm approaching,
as he began to moan aloud.
They
came together, as he pumped his seed deep into her womanhood; her joy of this
moment captured by the rapture on her face. Then it was over and he lay holding
her, not wanting to move in case she got away. Then he heard a booming voice.
"YOU
WERE INSTRUCTED TO FIND OUT ABOUT LOVE, NOT LUST. I WILL PUT YOU BACK FROM THE
START, AND YOU WILL TRY AGAIN. NOW SAY FAREWELL TO THIS MORTAL AND MAKE IT
QUICK."
"Who
was that, I mean what was that?" Pete asked, sitting up straight.
She
never answered him; she just leaned forward and then kissed him on the lips.
Pete
was driving in the fog, thinking how he'd better pull over, for he was finding
it hard to see the road—he also needed to pee. Then the fog seemed to clear, so
he decided to carry on, as he wasn't far from home now. He suddenly experienced
the feeling that this had happened before, but soon dismissed it as wild
imaginings.
The End
Kim's
Gift
The
rain just wouldn't quit as Kimberly (Kim to her friends) walked the half-mile
to work that morning. She had a terrible headache. She'd had it now for three
days and it just wouldn't go away.
Kimberly
was a nurse, a very good one. She was well respected by her peers and liked by
her friends in fact, she was the kind of woman people in general liked to
associate with. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and legs that wouldn't
quit; but her best assets were her breasts. She was proud of her body and
didn't care who knew it.
If
I don't get my finger out I'm going to be late , she thought to herself.
"You're
late Kim," she heard someone say.
"I
know, I've got a terrible headache!" she replied, turning to find nobody
there.
Kimberly
looked all around her and found she was alone in the car park, which was
situated opposite the hospital. In fact, the only person she could see was
Dean, who even now was putting his hand up to wave, but he was in the window of
the first floor.
That's
strange , she thought. I could have
sworn I heard a voice . She brushed it off as the wind playing tricks on her
and proceeded into the building.
"Morning
Kim," her friend Connie said. "Horrible out there isn't it?"
"Yes,
not a good day at all," replied Kim.
Connie
could see something was up and being a good friend, she asked if there was
something wrong.
"I've
still got that headache from yesterday," was the reply. "It just
won't quit."
"Perhaps
you should see someone," Connie said, looking genuinely concerned.
"God,
I wish I could fuck Kim," said a voice. Kim turned around to find one of
the patients heading towards the toilet.
"Please
don't use that kind of language in the hallways," Kimberly said, looking
angry.
"I
didn't say a word!" the patient protested.
"I
clearly heard you say, "God, I wish I could fuck Kim,'" she said.
The
patient looked stunned for a second then whispered into her ear, "I didn't
say that Kim, but I did think it."
Kimberly
looked at him, seeing that he looked serious; she turned to Connie asking
whether she had heard his remark.
"No,
he didn't say anything," her friend said with a worried look on her face.
"Are you sure you're well enough to be here Kim?"
"Apart
from this confounded headache I'm fine," she replied.
Kimberly
went about her duties that morning without any more strange occurrences. At lunch
she sat on her own thinking about the flat she had just moved into, wondering
when she would find the time to decorate it. She had just finished her lunch
when the pain from her headache started to get worse, the next thing she knew
was blackness as she passed
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