0 comments/ 14305 views/ 0 favorites Last Rites By: VanessaCarolyn Little she knew of the impact he would have on her heart. She initially expected nothing from him. Merely mutual satisfactions of flesh desiring flesh and the touch of another with no hidden agenda. Or so she told herself. She began reminiscing. They met in the woods behind the old diner. The sun was turning in for the day and the sky slowly darkened. A few mosquitoes were the only things to discolor their first moments together. How his touch awakened her loins. How his kiss awakened her heart. How his whisper awakened her soul. Within his nutmeg eyes she saw many walls and many mysteries to the man which preoccupied her thoughts. Walls meant to keep out any vagrant that dared to wander close enough to reach out and attempt to touch the flames within his being, the fire of his dreams. She wanted to think she could penetrate his fortress. She wanted to think of those walls as beginning to falter in her presence. Maybe in her own mind, the only wall faltering was the one that brought him to touch her. His hands rested complacently upon the swell of her hip as if she had been tailored to fit his grip. Her arms found themselves around his neck. Such a simple touch, but with that touch a lustful thought provoked. Drawn together, barely content just to touch. There was no question to his wants. The questions lie within her. Did she posses the courage to indulge her carnal desires? Did she posses the courage to quench her feminine needs? Did she posses the courage to bring him into her heart, knowing the predetermined outcome? Ignoring her logic, she leaned into him. Their lips danced a slow and erotic dance. With each passing moment their tongues stoking the fires within. Whether feigned or genuine, his kisses were interpreted as tenderness that she believed sincere. And with that belief of sincerity, came a greater curiosity. Finally, when her curiosity won over her will to be taken, she herself did that taking. With harried hands she fumbled with a zipper and longed to guide him into the silken core of her velvet heart. But in this meeting, it was not to be. Time was not on her side. And so her needs were postponed, like a tele-marketer calling on her only day to sleep in. With the proof-less knowledge that succumbing to his touch would only fuel her sleepless nights. She wanted to please him and perchance secure a second visitation from him. So with a feverish mouth, she moved to attend to him. Instead of fulfilling her desires she turned blindly from the truth. Not realizing what even the most foolish choose to ignore, that this was merely a means to an end, that there was no future together for them. And that this was simply a mutual desire for satisfaction. A mutual desire to have no strings attached. This desire left her yearning for completion, yearning for a touch, yearning, irrationally, for him. It was unreasonable for her to expect anything from this handsome stranger. But all that was in her being wanted to satisfy him, to win him over, to make him stay. Even thought she knew this would be a dream that she would eventually wake from sorrowfully, with only herself to receive comfort from. But to satisfy him she would attempt dutifully. As he leaned back upon the level boulder, he presented himself majestically. Usually not one for making comparisons, she gasped at the sight of him, which only increased her longing of fulfillment. She knelt before him and brought him to her mouth humbly, not feeling she could do justice to his needs. Wrapping her tongue around the tip of his flesh, she inhaled his masculine scent and touched him gently. This brought a slight groan from his soft and sensual lips, which she visited one last time with tenderness of rose petals. She could feel his eyes burrowing into her skull and felt self-conscious for she was sure that she must appear less than graceful. But give up she would not. For even if nothing else developed from this, she would have the memory saved with a certain fondness deep within the recesses of her mind. Continuing to lavish her tongue upon his flesh, she slowly brought him to her lips, which caused another groan to escape him. Pleased with the signals she was receiving she continued. Taking him into her mouth caused a shudder to travel through him, which she felt upon her tongue. She puckered her lips around him until he was firmly held and began her oral lovemaking. It ended with a tremor and eruption of which she could not control the contents from and a silvery streak left her lips to rest in the soft curled nest of his hair below her chin in a barely opalescent trickle. After regaining composure for both of them, he ended their meeting with a tender caress and a warm embrace. Maybe she was wrong after all. Maybe there would be another chance to fulfill her desires. Maybe her willingness to please had lead to something other than their last rites. Or maybe it would it just prolonged the inevitable. Last Rites It seemed like an easy twelve grand. Each. The heroin would never be detected in the lead-lined bottom of the travel bag. It was supposed to be bye bye Bangkok and in a few hours, Holly and Sam would be back home in Melbourne where they belonged. But that didn't happen. The hotel room robbery was the start of it all. With all their money gone, the couple were forced to fall into the drugs trade in order to pay their way home. They weren't professionals- just out of university in fact, and backpacking in Asia. They'd been doing errands for local pushers and people like that, but when the opportunity arose to smuggle a quantity of heroin out of Thailand and back to Australia, they jumped at it. Not only were they finally going home, but they were making big bucks on the side too. The bucks were big for a reason- the risk. The punishment for drug trafficking was death. The customs official knew there was something amiss with the tan leather bag. Holly and Sam could hear their hearts beating as he inspected it far more carefully than any other piece of luggage. Maybe their nervous perspiration had given them away. Arrested, it was only a few months before they were tried, convicted and sentenced to death. The appeals failed. Pleading to the president didn't work either. The sentence would be carried out as an example to all foreigners that Thailand would not tolerate drug traffickers. Prison was unbearable. The sweat, the smells, the rancid food. That was just the start of it. Sleep was unattainable in the horribly balmy summer nights- six to a cell, each fighting for a place to rest, afraid to turn at night, fixed in the one cramped position until morning, hot, unwashed bodies thrown together, the threat of buggery imminent. It was much the same for both Holly and Sam. Their situations were made all the worse by the fact that, as death row prisoners, their ankles were shackled day and night from the time they arrived at the jail until they would leave. In coffins. Nobody could ever explain the need for the shackles. They just served to remind the condemned of their impending death and make what remained of their lives, intolerable. Prisoners were not informed of the date of their execution until just two days before, which made the suspense all the more painful. But that was nothing. Neither was the hot squalor, nor the cruel shackles. For Holly and Sam, the most agonising torture was being separated. Though in the same building, they were never allowed to see each other. The men's and women's section were much the same worlds yet one was invariably shut off from the other. Together, Sam and Holly could have endured anything, knowing that whatever life threw at them, they could always hold each other close and everything would be all right. But apart they were crippled. Everything was pointless now. Death would be the only release from the prison of each other's absence. Forgotten by the outside world, they both longed for the peal of the guns. It was August 6th when they were told when they were going to die. In two days, they would cease to be. Asked by their guards if they had any last requests, both Holly and Sam unthinkingly said the same thing. They each wished to spend the night before their executions with each other. The request was authorised. They threw Holly into a ten by six solitary cell the day before she died. The steel door did little to mask the clanking of chains as Sam shuffled down the corridor flanked by two guards, his ankles and wrists bound together. Sitting expectantly on the edge of the hard bed, Holly perked up at the sound. Finally, she and her love could be together after being torn apart for so long. Throwing the bolt, the guard led Sam in. Leaping excitedly to her feet, Holly tripped, her legs still shackled. Crawling to her feet again, the guard took her ankle and roughly unlocked the manacles. With Sam unbound, the guards left. Alone at last. Not a word. Slowly moving towards each other, they pressed their grey, jump-suited bodies together. Their lips locked tighter than any shackles. Relief. Back together, each the world to the other. Tumbling back onto the bed, their lips never parted. Tongues dancing, 'oh I missed you''s never said, only felt. Holly clawed Sam's sandy hair. Deeply breathing her long lost sweet scent, he parted her long brown hair kissing her neck, biting ever so slightly, a quiver in her exhale. Suddenly, he tore open her jump suit down to the off-white, prison issue underwear. Lifting his shirt over his head, Holly kissed the bare chest, circling his nipples with her fingers and lightly pinching. Yanking her bra off, he broke the clasp, burying his head in her soft breast. Firmly caressing each nipple with his lips and his tongue, he slipped his finger into her knickers, and, finding the warm wet opening, gently thrust his finger in, the fleshy wetness like silk. With a small gasp, Holly ripped her knickers, tearing all but the elastic. Sam snapped it. Easing his finger in and out, Holly's pelvis gyrated rhythmically, her clit exploding in her first orgasm since eternity. All the while, his knuckles brushed lightly against it, too sensitive to fully touch. Those magic hands, quite soft- instruments of pure beauty and pleasure. After she came, they rested, lying side by side, face to face. The light that Sam always saw in Holly's eyes, burned brightly once more, so long in danger of flickering out. Tenderly sucking each of her fingers one by one, he kissed her again, their naked bodies on the hard bed, breathing in sync, beads of sweat glistening on Sam's chest. Sam stood up. No need for explanations. Pulling his trousers and underwear down, Holly spread her legs wide apart. Sam's manhood stood proud and firm, hard like an oak. Reaching out, Holly felt it, watching it buck to her touch. Kneeling at her feet, Sam crawled into position, his crotch level with hers. He bent down and kissed her. Holly groaned as he wrangled his cock into her tight, thoroughly wet cunt. They seemed a perfect fit, as if each was tailor-made for the other. A long exhale. His chest on hers, he gave a hard, feral thrust. Another. Then another. And more. Stopping. He went very softly. Holly seemed to vibrate, feeling his cock throbbing and pulsating inside her. Another rough thrust, Sam varying the speed and ferocity, making it last longer and feel so much better. Their tongues wriggled in each other's mouths as Sam alternated between pounding pleasure and gentle ecstasy. So alive. Holly flooded in waves of unimaginable bliss, her breathing shallow. It was time for Sam to finish. Propping himself up with his arms, his thrusts became harder and faster. The electricity buzzing through their bodies. Riding each other into a lead filled sunset. Energy engulfing them until they could barely breathe. This was it. "We're going out on a high, baby". They were on the cusp of something powerful, something beautiful, fucking into immortality. There was no tomorrow, only now. Faster and faster, the end drawing closer, shaking violently, sweat dripping, the screams getting louder, hearts hammering, the inferno in her eyes, souls escaping, becoming one. The explosion inside her came like a cannon. The release, a dam-burst of elation for them both. Breathlessly, Holly dragged his lips to hers, drinking his essence, his massive erection subsiding inside her. Only love could have made it happen like it did. Neither of them slept that hot night, lying wordlessly awake each listening to each other breathe. They knew what was about to befall them come morning, the fear offset by knowing that, though in life they would never meet again, the uncertainty of death still held out some hope. Holly and Sam clung on to that hope as tightly as they clung to each other. Blinking in the daylight as the blindfolds were untied, Holly and Sam sat, hands and feet tied in soft rope to the stakes behind them. They knew that behind the white sheet in front of them stood a pair of machine guns trained on their hearts. Surrounded by a tall wall of sand bags, they couldn't see anyone else. Looking across at each other, Holly's face barely conveyed the fear she was now feeling. Pale and trembling, a tear slid down her cheek. Sam vainly tried to squirm his arms free of the ropes to hold her hand. No use. Still looking at one another, the sheet before them erupted in a firestorm of hot lead. The light in Holly's eyes put out forever.