-
Love, lies, and the apocalypse
Date: 9/27/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
aren't we?' It was a statement rather than a question. Two weeks had passed and she was sitting up, her unkempt head resting on plush pristine pillows. Most of the dressings had been removed and her skin was returning to its usual lustre. Only her left hand and forearm were still wrapped. She nursed it, flexed it, turned it around in disbelief then carefully rested it back in her lap. Every time our eyes met, I glimpsed again the terrified creature clinging to the frame of death's icy door, felt again the unbreakable bond that now tied us together. 'Yes.' Her warm brown eyes slowly closed. Long lashes brushed her blushed cheeks. As she sank back into the bed, the momentary pain that haunted her elfin face was exorcised by the sweetest smile. Her right hand reached out for mine. I took it, but she playfully cast my hand aside and pressed on, found my knee, my thigh, my crotch, where she deftly palmed my tingling bollocks like tinkling Chinese balls. 'Is there anyone else here?' For some reason, I glanced around the tiny room then listened intently for signs of life beyond the slightly open door. 'No.' Her voice was no more than a hoarse whisper. 'Then take him out for me. Let me feel what my tight pussy will soon be forced to accommodate.' Again I glanced around. Again I strained my ears. Nothing. Nothing but my pounding blood. My zip undid the silence. Nimble fingers undid the rest, skilfully unlocking my boxer's keyhole flies and wrapping around my hardening shaft. The ...