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Home Sweet Home

By: Taea Creations



This place had been her home for as long as she could remember. The green pastures rolled on for miles beyond the dark red barn. The sky above was such a deep blue as it reflected off the shaded lake around the front.

She sat upon the old, red painted, wooden fence. Her short auburn strands blowing in the gentle breeze. A milky hand moved to keep the light brown cowboy hat on her head. A heavy hearted sigh emanated from within her moving her green plaid, button down shirt clad, breast up and then down. A brown leather booted foot kicked at the fence, as she slid down to stand on blue jean adorned legs. Today was her last day.

For months she had contemplated leaving her farm land home, and for months she had put it off. She never thought the day would actually come when she would leave all she had ever known behind.

She walked over to a grazing palomino mare and patted her side. "I'm sorry old girl. I'm going to miss you..." She whispered softly to the mare as her pale head lifted from grazing, as if to say, "Don't worry, everything will be alright." She only wished her old friend's thoughts were true.

It had started about a month prior. She had making her morning rounds on the farm, feeding chickens, milking cows, letting the horses and cattle out to pasture, when she laid her hazel eyes on him. Sure he hadn't been her type, for one he wasn't Spanish, and for two he was a bit meatier then most of her other boyfriends, but something about him had caught her attention. She dusted her hands off on her jeans and walked over, the light click of her spurs on the dirt path the only sound she made. 

She smiled politely, and a bit shyly to the newcomer, "Howdy, The name's Elise. What can I do fer ya?" Her voice was soft, thick with a southern accent. The man smiled in return his six foot frame taking in all of Elise's five foot, two inch exterior. "Hi, I'm John. I was just wandering around and seemed to have gotten myself lost." He chuckled a bit ashamed, his voice was deep, the accent she couldn't place. "Well, where ya headin? Maybe I can help ya." Elise offered. "The Main Land. How far is that from here?" John asked. "That's a ways off. About a day's travel..." She glanced over to his beat up Ford pickup, "From the looks of that hunk o junk, ya won't make it. I do have a spare room if yer interested." John smiled, "Alright Ma'am, thank you...But what about Baby?" He asked referring to the truck. "I can fix 'er u p fer ya, it's no problem at all." She smiled as she led him to a small white house.

"So tell me..Elise... Who tends to all this land?" John asked as they were seated about the small oak dinner table. Elise was seated across from him, dishing mashed potatoes into his plate next to a piece of roast duck, her specialty. "I do." She answered handing him his plate. "Your husband doesn't help you?" John asked as he quirked a brow. "I ain't married." She said a bit defensively. "Oh..I'm sorry." John replied feeling the new tension in the room. "It's alrigh, most assume I am. They don't think a woman can mange land as well as a man does, without hired help." Elise explained. "I think you do a fine job." John smiled.

Elise took the opportunity to change the subject, "So where are ya from?"

"California" John answered. "That's a bit aways from here. What brought ya here? Your girlfriend? Elise asked, figuring it was her turn to evaluate the situation. "No, there is no girlfriend. I just thought I would take a little trip, meet some new people..Maybe find that special someone.." He smiled as he gave a hint to his feelings to Elise. She played coy, "I see... Well there are lots of nice women folk round these parts. I'm sure ya'll find what yer lookin fer." Elise stated as she began to clear the table.

She sighed as this month had seemed to fly by. Who would have ever thought little ole, homely, Elise would have found her true love in a man that lived so far away. Yet here she was, saying her good byes as John was picking up her belongings onto the bed of his truck.

She never would have thought it would have taken a month to fix that beat up old truck, yet it had. Perhaps it was the fact that she had wanted to get to know John better that had prolonged the fixing of the truck. She knew deep down that sooner or later she would fall in love, but it didn't seem likely back then, now it was a fact.

She smiled as John walked over to her and took her in his arms. "Are you ready to go My Love?" He asked as he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. She smiled up to him and nodded, "As ready as I'll ever be" Elise replied. She took one last look around before she walked hand in hand with John to the truck, just as the farm's new owners arrived.

As the truck pulled off the dirt road, Elise sighed again, a smile on her lips , as she watched her childhood home get smaller and smaller. She turned to look at John as he drove down the highway, she smiled brightly to him before looking out the window. She giggled to herself as she said very softly, "Soon I'll be home sweet home."

Home Sweet Home



Angel hated moving the last time she did; she vowed she would never do it again. Yet, here she was unpacking the last of her boxes at her new home. It all began when her marriage fell apart. 

One afternoon Angel decided she had shed her last tear over the man she thought was her soul mate. She wanted to leave him and get out of the small dreary town. When her brother in Tennessee invited her to move in with him, she jumped at the chance. She loved the beautiful countryside with its rolling hills and friendly people. She could think of no better reason for a fresh new start then that.

That was six months ago. Angel now had a new job, a new place and a new man in her life. His name is Fred. She met him while at a party at a friend's house. The attraction was mutual and soon they became intimate. When she asked for his help in moving he gladly accepted her offer. 

They spent most of the day unpacking boxes and moving heavy furniture. The sent out for pizza and discussed what they would do the rest of the evening. Angel still had many things to do so they decided Fred would stay the night. He would be too exhausted to drive back and his apartment, which was 50 miles away. 

Angel crawled into bed next to Fred and moaned every bone in her body ached. She felt even too worn-out to fuck. She glanced over at Fred who was looking at her with half closed eyelids and realized looked just as tired. She kissed him then told him how exhausted she was; adding she did not think one night of not screwing would make her love him any less. 

Fred held her close and said, "You're right there doll, I am plum tuckered out, I doubt if my pecker can even rise to the occasion."

"I sure hope I can wake up early tomorrow I want to call the boss and see if I can have the rest of this week off to help you settle in. After all, we need to break this place in properly. You don't know it yet but I plan to fuck you in every room, in every way imaginable, my dear," he chuckled!

She giggled and slapped him on the ass and said, "Well I am not sure where I put the alarm clock, but I am sure you will wake up in time. Then I will be the one to choose where we break this place in."

He pinched her tit and said, "Oh sure, you're just as tired as me. In addition, I know that you hate mornings. How in the world are you going to pull this one off?"

Angel winked and replied, "My way to know and your way to find out."

Little did Fred know that Angel had the alarm clock hidden on her side of the bed? She knew that he slept like a log and he often told her a foghorn could not awaken him. She hoped that was true and she was about to give him his very own welcome to my place surprise!"

When the alarm went off Angel sat right up bit her tongue and almost fell out of bed. Damn, she hated that loud shrill, but when she looked over at Fred, he was still fast asleep. She blew him a kiss and whispered, "Welcome to my home darling."

She licked her lips then felt her nipples swelling and her crotch getting wet. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. She kissed Fred on the cheek lightly, as she did not want to awaken him, just yet.

She then slid downward and lowered his boxer, she was shaking from so much excitement that she thought it might awaken Fred. However, when she looked up at him, he was still fast asleep and snoring. She smiles and slowly began kissing his flaccid cock. 

Angel kept tantalizing Fred's cock glancing up at him occasionally to make sure he was still asleep. She did not want him awake, yet. His cock grew under her soft caress and soon she wrapped her warm lips around it and began sucking on it gently. Fred moaned and she stopped dead in her tracts. When she was sure he was still deep in slumber land, she continued sucking his cock.

This time she sucked his cock harder, ran her finger through her wet cunt, and wet his lips with her nectar. She notices he licked his lips and moved. Angel thought for sure, that her actions would awaken Fred, but he continued to snore. She began sucking him harder, in her mind she was screaming, "Oh fuck his cock tasted so good! "

She fought off the urge to rub her clit. She wanted Fred to be awake when she climaxed. He moved and moaned and she just kept on swallowing and tonguing his cock. When she paused to look up at him, he was smiling from ear to ear. 

Fred placed his hand on her head and said, "Turn around sweetheart. I want pussy pie for breakfast; it will go well with your tube steak."

She moved and straddled his face and continued the blowjob. She almost came when he drove his hot tongue deep inside her wanting pussy. God she love the way he touched her, it made her tingle clear to the center of her womanhood. 

The bed was shaking due to the fury of fingers, lips and tongues. Then both of them shivered in an earth-shattering climax that seemed to make the whole room shake. 

Fred moved and pulled Angel into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips that would make her toes curl. Then he said, "I love you darling! For the record, you can say you won round one. When will you be ready for round two? After all, we need to start today breaking in your place properly! Then we can call it, "HOME SWEET HOME!"



Home Sweet Home



I had just gotten off my plane from Iraq. I served over a year there for my country. My sister Lilly was at the airport and greeted me with hugs and kisses.

"Glad to have you home again Ben," my sister told me.

"Good to be home sis. I've missed America," I told her.

"Hey Ben. Remember my best friend Pam?" Lilly asked me.

"Yeah. She moved away some years ago right?" I answered.

"Yeah...will, she's back in town and she's staying the weekend at my house with us. You don't mind do you?"

"Why should I? It's your home sis," I replied with a smile.

The last time my sister and I saw her best friend Pam, she was very skinny, had pale skin, wore glasses, had long dirty-blond hair, and had no figure. I wondered if she had changed at all, but my sister neglected to tell me anything about her.

Once we got to my sister's house, a very voluptuous woman stood outside. My eyes and jaw dropped to the car front. She wore a very tiny and thin blue shirt, with the words "Peek-a-Boo" stretched across her enormous mountain like breasts. You could see the bottom of her overly stretched sports bra peeking from underneath the shirt. Her tummy was flat. Her blue jean shorts were tight around her thick thighs and her legs looked long and smooth. Even her feet, encased in a pair of open-toe sandals, looked really hot. 

The woman had a huge grin on her golden tan face.

"There she is big bro. Pam," my sister told me.

"That's Pam!" I said in shock.

"Yeah. She has grown a lot since the last time we saw her," Lilly said.

"She sure has," I agreed.

"Remember when she used to be flat chested and didn't have a butt. Well now she's stacked with some large E cups and a fat juicy bubble butt. I've asked her if a lot of guys have been hitting that. She told me that she's still a virgin. That's she waiting for the right one," Lilly explained to me. Though, I stopped listening after she mentioned Pam's enormous E cups and juicy round ass.

I had gotten out of the car and Pam came bouncing her massive twin peaks at me. The sports bra did little to stop her tits from bouncing. Pam wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Her enormous breasts spread out across my chest and bulged from her sides.

"It's great to see you again," Pam whispered to me.

"It's really great to see the new you too," I told her.

"I knew you would like it," Pam whispered to me. "I've been saving all of this for you."

My cock began filling up the front of my jeans after Pam said that. I was at a lost for words and didn't know what to think.

Pam released me and the three of us walked into the house. We all sat in Lilly's living room and talked for what seemed like hours about our lives and the old days growing up.

"Man! I'm hungry. Are you guys hungry?" Lilly asked us.

"Yeah. I haven't eaten anything for hours," I said.

"I could use something to eat," Pam said.

"All right. I'm going to go grocery shopping and pick up some food. I'm going to make my favorite Pasta meal for you guys," Lilly said. "I'll be back in about an hour. I'll have to go up town to get the things I need for my Pasta."

"All right Lilly," I said.

Lilly left the house and as soon as her car pulled off from the driveway, Pam took a seat next to me and moved her hand over my enlarged crotch.

"Ohhhh! I bet you haven't had any in over a year," Pam mentioned to me.

I was nervous and didn't know what to say or think.

"I guess not," I said slyly.

Suddenly, I heard my zipper became unzipped.

"Pam...I don't know if we should," I said, being a total faggot obviously.

"Shhhh. Relax Ben. I'm going to give you what you've been missing since leaving America," Pam said in a sexual voice. 

I've never pictured the day Pam and I would be having sex until now. With her newly naturally grown E cups and round ass, Pam had came at the right time. And I was ready to cum when the time was right.

Pam massaged my harden cock through my boxers. She then moved one of her hands inside the slit opening of my boxers.

"Oh God!" Pam said gasping. "What an incredible piece of meat!"

Pam pulled out my 10-inch beast and stroked it from the base to the swollen cockhead. I moaned as Pam played with my cock. It's been a long time since a woman had touched or even seen my cock.

"Your sister thinks I'm a virgin... I am somewhat. I've never had intercourse, but I've given head before," Pam said, as her head lowered to my crotch and her warm wet mouth engulfed my dick. Her massive shirt-encased jugs squished and rested against my thigh.

"Hmmmm!" I moaned, as I held Pam's head at my crotch.

Her head started bobbing up and down in a normal pace. Her lips were getting closer to the base of my cock. Pam cupped my hairy balls with one hand and held the base of my huge cock in the other.

"I've never had a dick this big and yummy before," Pam moaned.

Pam slurped and sucked my cock for 10 minutes straight. My cock shinned in her saliva. She turned her attention to my balls and worked both of them with her long tongue. I stood up and released her mouth grip on my balls. I pulled my jeans and boxers off my feet and stood in front of her in just my socks and shirt. Pam went back to sucking my cock and balls. She was a pro at sucking dick. She had both my cock and sack, drenched in her saliva as she lifted her head from between my glistening thighs.

"I hope you like these. I grew them myself. Took a while though," Pam laughed, as she lifted her thin blue shirt over her head.

Her sports bra was stretched to the limits by her gigantic rack. The tops of her fluffy orbs were spilling over her bra. I reached out and squeezed her giant breasts through her sports bra. I grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and stretched outwards from her breasts and lifted it up over them. Her large E cups were bare in front of my eyes. They hung low at her chest and sloped out into huge bowling balls round ends, which rested above her navel. Her red areolas were huge and puffy and her cherry nipples were like the size of a mini-m&m.

I was mind boggled at the sight of her tits. Pam started unzipping her tight shorts. She bended down to pull her shorts off. Her enormous melons hung like cow udders and swayed back and forth like pendulous. Her round juicy ass stuck out from underneath her cotton panties.

Pam stood up and we hugged. Her big tits bulged across our chests, as we kissed. We suckled on each other's tongues and massaged each other's asses. My sister Lilly was right; Pam's ass was huge and juicy, as I gripped handfuls of her plump panty-clad ass. My big wet cock rubbed up against Pam's crotch and stomach.

The both of us sat back down on the couch and I buried my face between her luscious tits. I kissed, licked, and sucked the cleavage between her breasts. I lapped my tongue against the sides of her breasts that formed the cleavage. I cupped handfuls of her monstrous knockers and weighted them. I had big hands and her big tits dwarfed them. I still couldn't believe the sheer size of her breasts.

I opened my mouth wide and stuck half of the front of her juicy left tit between my lips. I sucked and slurped on her left tit, while I squeezed and bounced her right tit in my hand. My tongue lashed against her large puffy areola and small nipple. I let her left tit pop out of my mouth, drenched in my saliva. The tit swayed and bounces against her chest, as I took her right tit between my lips and did the same to that one.

I squeezed both of her huge tits together and savagely sucked at both tits. I alternated from nipple to nipple and then pressed both of her nipples together and sucked on both of them at the same time. I stretched her chewy nipples between my lips as I sucked on them. My hands gripped as best as they could around her meaty flesh, making them form cone shapes, as I sucked long and hard on her nipples.

Pam's body trembled under my sucking. She moaned non-stop and I could smell her pussy juices leaking down her thighs and legs. I licked and sucked her breasts all over for a finale time. Pam had her first orgasm and creamed her panties.

I released her saliva-soaked breasts from my hands and grabbed the top of her wet panties. I pulled them down over her bare feet and saw her hairy bush, soaked in her creamy juices. I kissed her thick, soak thighs and then planted my mouth upon her cunt. I began to suck and slurp at her cunt. Pam moaned and howled, as I ate her pussy viciously. Her wet pubes brushed and tickled my face, as I drilled my tongue deep into her pussy's core.

Pam trashed her body on the couch, as my pussy eating got more intense. I sucked and nibbled on her large clitoris. Pam's whole body was in an orgasmic state. She arched her back and fed me more of her delicious pussy. I felt Pam's feet enclose around my extremely hard cock and she began jerking my cock between the arches of her feet. The heels of her feet constantly rubbed up and down against my balls. Pam started cumming, as I continued to eat her pussy. 

"Ohhhhh FUCK! BEN! EAT ME! OH GOD! FUCKING EAT ME!" yelled Pam, as she cupped her huge tits and squeezed them.

I followed Pam's cum leaking to the crack of her juicy ass. I lifted her ass up off the couch and spread her ass cheeks apart. I began to suck on her asshole and drill my tongue deep inside her anus. I've never eaten out a woman's ass before but Pam's huge ass deserved to be tasted.

Pam's legs were high in the air now and her toes curled, as my mouth and tongue continued to assault her anus. I buried my face between her large cheeks and felt Pam's pussy gushing out from cum from her orgasm she had just gotten.

"Fuck me now Ben! Please fuck me!" begged Pam.

I tasted her asshole one last time and removed my head from between her sweet cheeks. I started slapping her large cheeks and watched them ripple and jiggle. I left my handprints on her round bottom.

I stood between Pam's legs and thrusted my hard cock inside her wet snatch. I hovered my body over Pam's and her legs wrapped around my waist. The heels of her feet bounced off my ass cheeks, as I thrusted and pounded her pussy hard.

Pam had her eyes closed and started breathing hard and heavy underneath me. I couldn't keep my eyes off her huge knockers, as they started flopping up and down on her chest as I pounded her pussy. I cupped her tits and started sucking on them. I scooped one huge tit up in my mouth and released it. I watched as it bounced up and down against her chest. I did the same to her other tit and just watched my saliva fly across her chest, as it splashed off her wobbling jugs.

I pulled my cock from Pam's swollen cunt and turned her on all fours. I thrusted my cock back inside her pussy and fucked her hard and long from behind. Her huge ass bounced off my crotch, as my cock pounded her pussy. I leaned my sweaty chest into her equally sweaty back and listened to the sounds of her moaning and my dick plunging in and out of her sweet cunt. Her mammoth sweaty tits swung up and down beneath her violently and started clashing into each other. They made the hottest slapping sounds I've never heard tits do. That was just too much for me to handle.

As soon as Pam started cumming, my cock unloaded a year's worth of built up cum between her pussy walls. Our cum mixed and trailed down both our thighs and legs. I continued to thrust my cum-spurting cock into her creamy cunt until her cunt milked my cock and balls dry.

We lied on the couch, still sweaty and hot from the sex.

"That was good. Real good," I told Pam.

"Thanks. I wanted my first time to be with someone special and you are special to me Ben," Pam replied.

Pam and I started kissing and we heard a bag of items drop in the living room. We looked up and saw my sister staring at us. Pam and I looked at each other and knew we were busted... 



Home Sweet Home



So this is starting over. John thought as he looked around the nearly empty one bedroom apartment. He stood at the bar that separated the living room and the kitchen looking at the couch, the small entertainment center with the 19" tv and the DVD player. There was no end tables or coffee table, and no pictures hanging on the wall. 

He was starting over, and the life he had led before was one he wished to forget. Sure he loved his ex-wife and kids, but the drugs had ruined every ounce of that life. 

In the divorce settlement, he was not granted custody, which was no surprise to him, or any visitation what-so-ever. Which had seemed to just brightens the kids' day.

John walked around the bar and sat on the couch. He turned on the television and flipped through the stations as quickly as he could. He had no interest in watching anything at all, but he needed something to distract his mind.

Before he could flip through every channel, he gave up the fight with his self loathing and turned the television off. John stared at the blank screen trying to think of a time when he, Julia, Matt and Danielle had been a happy family, but all that came to mind was the drug induced hazy that he had lived in for the past three years.

In all truth, the drug induced hazy he was still living in.

His drug use had dwindled drastically, but it was still a major part of his life.

John leaned his head back and stared absently at the ceiling.

What the fuck are you doing John? He asked himself.

Fucking up your life. 

Was the answer he heard repeating in his head in the voice of Julia, what had once been the voice of reason in his life. 

He had had it all at one time in his life. A great job at one of the top banks in the state, a huge home with a large backyard for the kids, friends. But one night with the wrong crowd had started his downward spiral that he seemed to still be sliding down.

Tomorrow he would look for work, any kind of work he could find, no matter how meaningless. He needed a job, he had spent the last of the money he was left after the divorce to rent this small cramped apartment.

John sighed heavily before the darkness of sleep swept over him.

John awoke with a start. He was still in the same position he had fallen asleep in, and his neck was stiff. He leaned his head forward and rubbed his neck. The apartment was eerily silent, and dark. John didn't know what time he had fallen asleep, but it was early. He remembered flipping through more then one talk show, so it had to be before or a little after noon.

The only light in the apartment was from the street light shining in through the window.

John looked to the television and saw himself reflected, but there was something else in the reflection of the television. In the television, he could see a young boy, the boy looked no older then 5 or 6, dressed in a tattered white T-shirt, spotted with yellow stains. There was also darker stains around the collar. The boy had long blond hair that looked like it had been ages since it's last washing, and the boys skin was drawn tight around his cheeks and sunken around his eyes. John jumped off the couch and turned to the couch. He was alone in the apartment. John closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, the couch was still empty, but a shape at the window caught his eye. 

It was the boy.

John looked to the window to see the boy standing at the left edge of the window. The boy quickly turned and walked away.

John quickly made his way around the couch and shot across the living room to the front door. He knew the boy couldn't have gotten far, but he had gotten far enough away from the door that it wouldn't hit him.

He opened the door and looked down the balcony that ran the length of the apartment complex. The balcony was empty.

The only place the boy could've gone was down the stairs, so John ran to the stairs three doors down from him.

When he reached the stairs, he quickly turned only to take a step back, nearly throwing himself over the railing. Coming at him was a woman, he hadn't expected anyone to be coming up the stairs this late, or was it late, he didn't even know what time it was.

"You scared the shit out of me," the woman laughed.

"Sorry," John laughed back. He hadn't really looked at the woman yet, until now.

What he saw made him completely forget about the boy. This woman was breathtaking. She had long straight blondish-brown hair, and light blue eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness around them. She was wearing tight blue jeans, and a white button up shirt. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing the cleavage of the largest breast he had ever seen in his life. He had no idea who this woman was, but the sex crazed head between his legs told him he was going to know this woman inside and out.

John realized that neither had said a word to each other, and that he was staring. He smiled at her again and held his hand out to her.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm John Reynolds."

She took his hand. "Lorna Estees," She said smiling.

John lost all train of thought.

"Umm," He started but couldn't think of anything else to say. "Do you know what time it is?" he finally said, and felt stupid immediately. Here he was talking to the most beautiful and most sexually alluring woman he had ever seen and all he could think of the say was ask the time.

"It's 2:30 in the morning."

"Shit," he said. He had been asleep for over twelve hours.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so late," he said. "I'm sorry, you must've been on your way to bed."

"No," she said. "I keep late hours."

"Oh," he said. "Well, I'll let you go. Besides, I have to get to bed."

That was far from the truth, he was far from tired. He just felt like an idiot, and couldn't come up with anything close to a pleasant conversation. All he could think about was the cleavage and what was under the shirt. He had to escape with what little dignity he had left.

"Okay," she said.

John nodded and turned away from Lorna. Halfway to his door, he was stopped by her voice.

"It was nice meeting you John," she called after him.

John stopped and turned to her. "It was nice meeting you too," he said with a smile.

"Maybe we could meet again when we can talk a little longer."

John smiled at her again. "That would be nice."

"How about tomorrow night about ten?"

Was she asking him out? He had no idea, but he knew he should jump on this right now.

"Sounds good," he said.

"Which one's yours?" she asked.

"207." he answered. His heart racing.

Lorna nodded and lifted a hand in a wave. "See you tomorrow then."

John nodded before turning shyly away from her. He reached his apartment and stepped in. Once the door was safely shut behind him, John did the one dumb thing all men do when he thinks no one is watching.

He did a ten second victory dance.

John had gone straight to the bedroom and laid down after meeting Lorna, but his long afternoon nap kept sleep from coming. He lay in his bed tossing and turning, closing his eyes, hoping sleep would come if he forced it, but nothing came of it.

There was nothing for him to do in hid new apartment. No one for him to call. There was nothing he could do to make himself tired, except what he was doing, and that was far from working.

John rolled over onto his belly and reached for the digital alarm clock on the floor. He lifted it and looked at the red glowing numbers.

3:15.

He had only been laying here for forty five minutes. Time was dragging and his eyes were starting to get heavy, but every time he closed them, he felt restless.

"Damn it," he said to the empty room. He wished he had something, anything, to keep himself busy, and make him tired.

John dropped the alarm clock on the floor and climbed out of bed. He walked straight to the living room, laid on the couch, and turned on the television. He flipped through the channels, finding something that caught his interest every once in awhile, but not really stopping to watch anything. His main concern was falling asleep. He needed money and the only way to get that was to find a job, which was his plan for the day. But he couldn't get any sleep tonight, he might just sleep through the day and then what?

He was fucked, that's what.

John lay there on the couch flipping through channels for hours. Once the sun began shining through the large living room window, he started to feel drag of sleepiness.

He held the remote loosely in his hand, pointing it at the television, preparing to change the channel yet again. His sleep heavy eyes rolled lazily toward the window. He saw the light of day coming and had time for one short thought.

So much for the job hunt today.

Sleep kept his mind from expanding on the thought.

John woke up shortly after the sun set. He set up on the couch, feeling more rested then he had ever felt in his life. Sure the day was gone, and with it any chance of finding a job, but God he felt so good at the moment.

He stood up and went straight to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and tried to occupy himself in the empty apartment, but there was nothing for him to do, and nothing interesting on the television. So, he did the only thing he could think of to pass the time, he went for a walk.

Brooks Point was a small town, John doubted there were more then 600 people living in the entire community. Uptown Brooks Point was populated with empty brick buildings, but there was a pizza place, a liquor store, a post office, a small grocery store, and a gas station. At nine o'clock in the evening, the pizza place and grocery store were closing for the night. The only places open were the liquor store and the gas station.

John didn't feel like drinking, so he found himself walking through the front door of the gas station. He bought a bottle of water, and a pack of cigarettes, then as a last thought as for an application. The stop took all of a minute from the night.

He soon found himself walking down the main street smoking a cigarette and taking long drinks from the water bottle. Three blocks from the gas station, he came upon a park.

John walked across the grass to a pavilion. He sat at one of the four picnic tables under the pavilion and sat enjoying the night air.

Shortly after ten, John was climbing the stairs to the second floor of the apartment building. When he reached the landing at the top of the stairs, he turned towards his apartment to see Lorna standing at his door holding a large baking pan covered with aluminum foil. John stopped, he hadn't forgotten about Lorna, but he didn't actually think she would show up. Now he felt like a real shit.

Lorna smiled at him. "I was starting to wonder if you were going to show up."

"Shit," John whispered. "Sorry, I didn't think you were actually going to show up."

"Why wouldn't I?" she asked.

John couldn't answer that. At least not in a way that didn't sound corny. He just couldn't believe that a woman as beautiful as her would want anything to do with him. He felt and had proven to himself that he was a loser, and that's what he felt like.

"Not to sound like a bitch," she said still smiling. "But this is heavy."

"Oh," John said finally walking towards her and his apartment, digging the keys from his pocket as he closed in on her and the door.

Lorna stepped aside to allow him to open the door. Once the door was open, he turned to her.

"Let me take that."

"Thank you," she said handing the pan over to him. She was right, it was heavy, and just a little warm. John didn't know why, but she stood there looking at him a moment. "Go ahead," he said.

Lorna stepped in and turned the light on, John followed her in and set the pan on the bar. Lorna stepped up to the bar next to John and started taking the foil off the pan. John turned to her, she wasn't paying any attention to him. He took a moment and breathed in heavily. He could smell her and it was intoxicating.

With the pan unwrapped, she turned to him and smiled. John took a glance at the pan to see a large roast, potatoes and carrots inside. It had been a long time since he had a meal like this.

"I hope you like roast," she said.

"Love it," he answered back.

They both filled a plate and went straight to the table. After eating in silence for what felt like forever, Lorna finally spoke up.

"So what brings you to Brooks Point?"

John finished the bite he was chewing before answering her.

"Well," he started. "I'm actually starting my life over."

"Really," she said.

"Yeah, well, I just went through a bad divorce and lost everything," he said. He didn't go into all the details, but it was a relief to actually talk about his situation. He and his family hadn't lived too far from here, but he knew no one here and maybe talking to some one, even if it was this sexy stranger, was just what he needed. "So, here I am trying to better myself and make a new beginning."

Lorna gave a short laugh.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said. "Well, it's just that I'm doing the same thing. Well, not exactly, but I'm here to make a new start for myself."

John smiled. "Birds of a feather," he said.

"Right," she answered back.

John took another bite of his roast. "Not to be nosey," he said after swallowing the bite. "But, why were you out so late last night?"

Lorna smiled again. "I'm a bit of a night owl."

"That's funny," John said. "Because yesterday I slept all day and was up all night."

"It's the transition," Lorna said.

John sat quietly for a moment. He had no idea what the hell she was talking about. What transition? "Transition?" he finally said.

"Yeah," she said. "I mean you just came from a marriage and a stable environment, and now you don't have that. You just need to get used to this new life style."

She was right. He was a new man now and that's a big transition from being married with children. John nodded and took another bite. The two finished their meal with small talk between bites of the roast and potatoes.

After they had finished their meal, John lit his ritual after dinner cigarette. He didn't think anything about Lorna as he lit it, it was just habit. He was about to put it out, but Lorna didn't say anything about it, so he kept smoking.

As he smoked, Lorna stood and carried their plates to the sink. She then returned to the table and put the foil back over the top of the pan. With that done, she put the pan in the fridge and went straight to the sink and began running dish water.

"Here," John said putting out his half smoked cigarette and standing. He crossed to the sink next to Lorna. "I'll wash, you rinse."

Lorna smiled at him.

There was only two plates, two forks, and two glasses, dishes would take all of two minutes. John washed the first glass and handed it to Lorna. She turned on the water and used the sprayer to rinse the glass out. As she sprayed the glass, a few drops splashed John. 

"Sorry," Lorna laughed.

"It's okay," John said. "Just be a little more careful."

"So I don't do this?" she said spraying John in the face, soaking him from nose to chin. John stood there a moment smiling a lipless smile.

"Yeah," he finally said and reached for the sprayer. "Give me that."

John grabbed Lorna's wrist playfully and Lorna put the sprayer behind her back. John was now nose to nose with her. He felt his heart race, and the beginning of an erection.

"Now I've got you right where I want you," she said before she leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss.

Her lips were soft and warm, and her free hand felt good as she placed it on his lower back. John closed his eyes and let her kiss him before his conscience spoke up.

"Wait," he said pulling back from her. "Don't take this the wrong way, but should we really be doing this?"

"Why not?" she asked leaning in to kiss him again. John pulled back further.

"Well, we just met. You really don't know me."

"I am a grown woman," she said smiling. "And quite capable of making my own decisions."

Lorna leaned in to kiss him again. John didn't pull away from her this time. As she kissed him, Lorna let go of the sprayer, letting dangle over the edge of the sink, and wrapped her arms around John's neck. John followed her lead and wrapped his arms around her waist.

In a matter of seconds, Lorna jumped up and wrapped her legs around John. John placed his hands under her rear to support her. Lorna pulled away from him and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. Once his shirt was off, Lorna planted a short kiss on his lips before putting her lips against his ear.

"Take me to your bedroom," she whispered.

John didn't have to be told twice. He turned and carried her to the bedroom. With every step he took, Lorna planted light kisses on his chest and shoulders and neck. When they reached the bed, John gently set her on the foot of the bed. Lorna let go of John and backed up until she was against the head board. She then took her own shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra and John could do nothing but stare at her breast.

John crawled onto the bed and crawled until he was over her. He kissed her again. As he kissed her, his hands were busy unbuttoning her pants. With her pants unbuttoned, he pulled away from her and slowly slid her pants off. 

Lorna now sat completely nude and breath-taking. She was chewing on her bottom lip and her legs were bent at the knee. John could only stare at her, his body felt paralyzed. The paralysis broke and he leaned forward, planting kisses on her knee, then moving slowly toward her inner thigh. Lorna closed her eyes and moaned as John slowly made his way to her crotch. When he reached her crotch, he slowly ran his tongue up both sides of her vagina. He felt her move with him every time his lips touched her skin.

After feeling like he had tortured her enough, John ran his tongue the full length of her moist vagina. Lorna took a loud breath and arched her back. He let his tongue explore her for a moment before finding the soft smooth skin of her clitoris. As he sucked it into his mouth, she inhaled deeply, making a hissing noise.

As John sucked her in and out of his mouth, he unbuttoned his own pants and began sliding them off. When he felt his pants bundled up at his feet, he kicked them onto the floor. The sound of the loose change in the pocket rattled as they hit the floor, but John was so engrossed in the matter at hand, he didn't notice.

It wasn't long before Lorna was moving her hips up and down in sync with the work he was doing with his mouth. Her moans filled the room, and her legs would squeeze his head when he would let her clitoris slid from his mouth and run his tongue the length of her.

Once his lips started to numb, he felt something soft and round touching the tip of his penis. It began to slowly slide down his shaft and he suddenly realized what it was. It was her toe. As her toe moved further down, he felt the ball of her foot against him. This new sensation excited him to no end. Soon the soft skin of the arch of her foot was quickly moving up and down his penis, then joined by the other foot.

John and his ex-wife had never done things like this, hell, he was lucky if she let him take her doggy-style. She was strictly a missionary girl, and no oral sex what-so-ever. And now here he was doing something new, and he loved it.

He soon found himself moving his hips with her foot. He felt ridiculous, but Lorna kept going, and kept moaning, so he didn't stop until he felt himself orgasm. He knew that he had exploded everywhere, even on her foot.

John took a moment and lifted his head enough to look over her stomach and breast to her face. She had her eyes closed and was still chewing on her bottom lip. If she had noticed the warm sticky stuff on her foot, she either didn't care or that's what she wanted.




Home Sweet Home



Either way, John lowered his head and went back to work. It wasn't long before Lorna grabbed a handful of his hair in both hands, pushing his face further into her, and her hips began to move faster and harder. A matter of moments later, Lorna stiffened and orgasmed herself. John felt his mouth fill with her and revealed in it.

Lorna then collapsed under him and he sat up. Looking at her, he felt his erection returning. Lorna sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her.

"That was the greatest thing I ever felt," she whispered breathlessly. "If that was foreplay, I can't wait for the real thing."

John smiled. "I'll do my best."

Lorna smiled. "I know you will," she said before kissing him. As she kissed him, she lay back, pulling him down with her.

John pressed himself against her, and felt her open up to him. Slowly and gently he entered her. Lorna arched her back and inhaled deeply. He started out slow, working his way towards harder and deeper thrust as he felt she was ready for it. Once he was going with all his might, the room filled his her moans and the sounds of their hips coming together.

After what felt like ages of pleasure, Lorna wrapped her lips around his shoulder and bit down hard. John moaned in pain and pulled back. In the dark room he saw Lorna's face, there were two thin trickles of blood running down the corners of her mouth. Lorna opened her eyes when he stopped.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You bit me," John said breathlessly.

Lorna looked at his shoulder, her eyes widening. "Sorry," she said and leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on the bite.

John smiled. "It's okay, that just means I'm doing something right."

Lorna smiled back. "Dam right you are."

John ignored the pain in his shoulder and Went back to the full thrust he had just paused from. The short pause was a nice distraction, it made the sex that much longer.

The two had finally used up the last bit of energy they had just as the sun appeared on the horizon. John rolled over and Lorna cuddled up close to him.

"That was the greatest thing I ever felt in my life," she said kissing his chest and neck.

"I tried," John smiled and kissed the top of her head.

Soon the two were fast asleep.

John woke up long after the sun had set and the night sky covered Brooks Point. He rubbed his eyes and looked to the other side of the bed. Lorna was gone. In her place was a single piece of paper. John sat up and picked the paper off the pillow.

John,

I'm sorry, but I had to leave. Don't think bad of me, I promise I'll be back to see you some time tonight. Last night was great, but maybe we can have a better night tonight.

Love, 

LORNA

John read it twice, smiling both times. He liked the fact that she wanted more of him, but the love at the end scared him. He didn't love Lorna, sure she was beautiful, and great in bed, but that wasn't enough to call it love, hell, he didn't even know her. They had just met two nights ago.

After the second time reading the note, he let it fall to the floor as he sat on the edge of the bed. He stood and picked his pants off the floor, reached in the pocket and pulled out his cigarettes and lighter.

As he walked to the bathroom, he lit the cigarette. He stopped long enough at the bathroom door to flip the light on, then crossed to the mirror.

Just as he had expected, there were teeth marks on his shoulder where Lorna had bit him last night. The marks weren't deep enough to need stitches, but they were deep enough to bleed. John wetted a rag and wiped the dried blood from his shoulder. As he wiped the dried blood away, more blood dripped from the teeth marks.

John opened the medicine cabinet and looked for a bandage. There was only a tube of toothpaste, a toothbrush, a razor and shaving cream. No bandages here.

"Shit," he whispered and turned away from the mirror. He went straight to the bedroom and picked his pants off the floor again. He reached into the other pocket and pulled out what little money he had left. A five and a handful of change. Not enough for cigarettes and a box of bandages.

John slid his pants on and headed for the kitchen. He didn't have bandages, but maybe a paper towel would do the job for now.

After using masking tape and a paper towel as a make shift bandage, John left the apartment and headed straight for the gas station.

John had intended the stop to take no more then a minute. He was just going to get a pack of smokes and leave, but once he opened the door and saw the policeman standing at the counter talking to the woman at the cash register and the old farmer leaning back against the counter, he knew that this was going to take longer.

He stepped up behind the policeman and couldn't help but listen in to what was being said.

"Yup," the policeman said. "We found them on top of the play set that was installed last year."

"Oh my," the cashier said. "Those poor kids."

The policeman looked at John and stepped aside. John asked for a pack of cigarettes, and the policeman kept talking.

"Both were sixteen years old," he said. 

"And you say their throats were tore out?" the old farmer asked.

"Yeah," the policeman said. "Not exactly the kind of thing you want to see first thing in the morning."

John took his cigarettes and turned away as the policeman told his tale of murder in a small town. John had been there last night, but he couldn't remember seeing any teenagers.

An hour later, John found himself sitting on the couch with the television on, but not watching it, and a cigarette burning in an ashtray, but not smoking it. His mind was on other things. He remembered being at the park last night, but he didn't remember leaving the park. From the time he tossed his finished cigarette away to the time he reached the apartment building was a blank.

Behind him the door to the apartment opened and Lorna walked in, but John was too immersed in his own thoughts to notice until she was straddling his lap and had her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Hello John," she said before kissing him.

John absently kissed her back. Lorna pulled away from him and cocked her head.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Did you hear what happened at the park this morning?" he asked.

"No."

"They found two kids with their throats ripped out."

"That's gross," she said wrinkling her nose.

"That's not the worst part," John said. "I was there last night."

"At the park?"

John nodded.

"So, that doesn't mean anything."

"But I don't remember leaving the park."

Lorna sighed. "So, what?" she said. "You think you did it?"

John shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think I did, but like I said, I can't remember."

Lorna smiled. "Well, that's what you sound like your trying to say."

John leaned his head back against the couch. "I don't know what I'm trying say."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement outside his window. He turned to the window to see the little boy from his first night in the apartment standing in the same spot he had been. This time, a little girl, as pale and homely as the boy, with long curly blond hair stood on the opposite side. 

"What the fuck?" John said sitting up under Lorna.

"What?" Lorna asked.

"That kid is back," John said pointing at the window.

Lorna turned to the window. The kids looked at Lorna a moment before turning and walking away. She turned back to John. "That's just Paul and Gail," she said. "They live around here."

John turned to Lorna. "And their parents let them roam the streets at this time of night."

Lorna rolled her eyes. "Their mother is a drunk, who sleeps most of the time. So, the kids roam the street and people in around town feed them and sometimes even let them stay at the home for a night."

"And nobody's called family services?"

"Why?" Lorna asked. "Every one is like family around here. Besides, the kids are kinda every ones, and nobody wants them taken away. Hell, I've even took them in a couple of times. They are harmless."

"I just think it's a little crazy," John said. He wants far from father of the year, but he couldn't stand the thought of kids going through what poor little Paul and Gail were going through.

Lorna leaned forward and kissed him. "Forget about them," she whispered. "Their fine."

John only looked at her, and for some reason he did. He suddenly felt that since she said so, the kids were fine and there was nothing to worry about. But there was and he knew that too. He just didn't care right now.

Lorna leaned in further and set her lips on John's ear. "I couldn't stop thinking about you all day," she whispered.

Her warm breath against his ear sent chills up his spine and he felt the erection beginning. He tried to fight it, but couldn't. Lorna really knew how to get to him.

"It seems like you have been too," she said. John could hear the smile in her voice. Lorna kissed his ear, then began to kiss her way to his lips. When she reached his lips, John reached around and cup the lower curve of her ass.

Lorna stiffened and squeezed his upper arms. She was ready to go and John wasn't about to waste time. He stood up from the couch, Lorna wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bedroom.

John set her on the foot of the bed and slowly slid her pants off of her, getting to his knees and kissing her hip and upper thighs as he did so. Once her pants were piled on the floor, John took his own pants off. He remained on his knees, and raised high enough to kiss her, sliding himself between her legs.

Once he could feel her moist crotch against the tip of his penis, he looked down and watched as he entered her. Lorna stiffened and moaned, hugging him tight and pulling him closer to her. John pulled far enough away that he could look down and watch himself sliding inside her, then back out again.

He didn't know why it excited him so much, but it did. It aroused more when Lorna began moving her own hips against him.

John had no concept of time at the moment, but once the sun began brightening the room as it rose over the horizon, he finally climaxed, and Lorna soon followed. He had no idea what time it was when he had come home, and no idea what time they had come into the bedroom, but it didn't feel like it had even been an hour.

Either way, they were both pleased and exhausted. Lorna lay down, and John climbed onto the bed to lay next to her. As soon as he lay down, Lorna wrapped her left arm around him and laid her head on his chest. She gave him a light kiss on the chest before darkness started to fill his mind.

"I love you," he heard Lorna whisper, but he was already so far in sleep, he thought he dreamt it. So, he paid it no more attention.

As John slept, his dreams were killed with high pitched hissing, gargled screams, and a loud slurping sound. He sat up in bed, the sun coming in through the bedroom window nearly blinded him. John stood up from the bed and felt his way to the bathroom, his eyes closed against the burning light with every step.

When he reached the bathroom, he shut the door and reached for the light switch, but stopped. He opened his eyes to find that it was bright enough in the bathroom that he didn't need to turn on the light. 

John crossed to the toilet and relieved himself. After flushing, he walked back towards the door, stopping and glancing at himself in the mirror. The cuts on his shoulder from this morning where Lorna had bit him were nothing more then barely visible pink lines on his skin.

That was impossible. They were pretty deep this morning and now he couldn't even see them. This had to be a dream, it was the only explanation. John opened the door, closing his eyes against the light that filled the apartment and made his way back to the bedroom.

When he reached the bedroom, the first thing he did was take the comforter that lay wadded on the floor and drape it over the curtain rod. The bedroom darkened enough that he could finally open his eyes. His eyes feel right on the form of Lorna.

She was facing him, the sheet covering her chest and belly, and her right leg draped over the sheet. John circled the bed, never taking his eye from Lorna. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop staring at her ass. It amazed him how the curve of her ass seemed to slope perfectly into the small of her back. In all his nakedness, there was nothing holding back the erection he could feel growing.

He slowly climbed into the bed facing Lorna, keeping a few inches between them so's not to drive himself crazy with the feel of her soft silky skin against him. He lay there staring at her, wanting to touch her, but fighting back the urge.

Shortly after he had climbed into bed with her, Lorna backed herself up against him. His heart raced and he could feel the lower curve of her ass against the tip of his penis.

John was now shaking with excitement. He had never had anal sex with a woman in his life and always wanted to try it to find out what all the guys were talking about. But he also knew how much women hated that. So, he fought hard to keep from doing anything.

Lorna had made the first move moments ago by backing into him, and she did it again by pressing her ass against his crotch. John felt his penis push between her butt cheeks until he could feel her tight anus against his shaft. Lorna lifted her hips slightly and moved the head of his penis to her anus. John could do nothing more then lay there, heart racing from the anticipation of what may come.

He could feel her anus tightening and contracting against him, almost beckoning him to enter. John couldn't take anymore. He gently pushed his hips forward and felt himself entering her. Lorna turned her head and buried her face in the pillow.

John lay a hand on her hip as he slid in and out of her. Lorna quickly grabbed his hand and held it tight as she rolled over onto her belly, pulling John with her. John propped himself up and found a momentum that pleased him, and from the sounds of it, pleased her as well.

The anticipation had been too much and he climaxed quickly, but Lorna wouldn't let him stop, until she finished. It wasn't long before she climaxed too. 

Lorna lowered her hips to the bed, releasing John. John lay on his back next to her, breathing heavily. As soon as he was down, Lorna rested her head on his chest and the two were deep asleep shortly after.

John woke up alone again. There was a note on the other pillow, but John didn't pick it up, instead he stood up from the bed and went straight for the bathroom. John stood at the mirror and stared at his shoulder in the reflection. The pink marks were now gone.

After leaving the bathroom last night, he had forgotten about the marks, just as he had forgotten leaving the park, and the two kids last night. He realized that Lorna was making him forget nearly everything. Was she hypnotizing him and making him do things he wouldn't normally do? He suddenly felt the way he did when he was experiencing a high from the numerous drugs he was consuming before the divorce.

Maybe it was time to cut Lorna out of his life.

John quickly stepped into the shower and cleaned himself as quickly as possible.

After the shower, he took his usual walk to the gas station, but when he reached the gas station, he found that he couldn't get in.

Yellow police tape blocked off the entrance to the gas station, and a crowd stood around the tape trying to catch a glimpse inside. John tried to push his way through the crowd to get a look inside, but no one would move. Finally a large woman shifted slightly, giving him a short glimpse inside.

The window of the front door, and nearly everything inside, were covered in a thin film of dried blood.

John's heart raced. He tried to think back to last night. He remembered coming here and hearing the policeman talking, but, just as with the park, he couldn't remember leaving. He quickly turned away from the gas station and walked back to the apartment, concentrating on every detail so's not to black out and find out more people were killed.

The whole was back, all he could wonder was if he had done the things that had happened over the past two nights.

John reached the apartment building and took the steps three at a time until he reached the top, then nearly sprinted for the door to his apartment. He would lock himself in, and maybe no one would be found dead tomorrow. He stepped into his apartment and quickly closed the door behind him and locked it.

John turned to see Lorna standing at the bar, a look of surprise on her face. He jumped at the sight of her and felt his legs give from under him. To steady himself, he leaned back against the door.

"You scared the shit out of me," he said defensively.

"Sorry," Lorna said taking a step towards him.

John held a hand up to her. "Please don't come any closer."

Lorna stopped. "Okay?"

John felt he could stand on his own, so he stepped away from the door. "Look, you're a beautiful woman and I love being around you."

Lorna smiled. "I feel the same about you."

"But a lot of strange things have been going on around me since you showed up," he started. "Like the park, there are three people dead at the gas station, which is where I was last night, and the fact that..."

John stopped.

"What?"

"You bit me the other night," John started. "It was deep and bleeding, but last night it was nearly gone. Then when I got up this morning, it was gone."

"What am I suppose top say?" Lorna asked. "That I'm a vampire and I turned you into one."

"Is that the truth?" John asked.

"If it was," Lorna said slowly walking towards him. "Wouldn't it be wonderful? We could spend eternity together."

Lorna was now inches from him. She reached out and rested her arms on his shoulders.

"What if I said I don't want to live forever?" John asked. He wanted nothing more then to push her arms off him.

"I'd say you're crazy," she said with a smile. 

John was about to open his mouth and say something when Lorna grabbed his shoulders. She lifted him slightly and threw him backwards. His back hit the door and splintered it. He could feel sharp edges of the wood rip through his shirt and stick into his skin.

Next, John's back connected with the railing along the walkway of the second floor. He felt his spine first bend backwards, then he felt each disk in his lower back explode. The pain flashed white in his head momentarily. Then he felt each nerve in his back stretch and snap in less the a second. After the nerves ripped, he felt himself turning upside down as he flipped over the rail, then falling. When he hit the ground, the top of his head connected with the sidewalk. He felt the skin of his head split open, followed by the cracking of his skull.

John lay there bleeding and wanting nothing more then to scream at the pain that now filled his body. He couldn't move any part of his body, or find his voice to scream. Moments after the fall ended, John could feel the splinters of his shattered disk following their previous trek back to their original position and reforming. He could feel each and every nerve probing inside his body to find the each and reconnect. In his head, he could feel the skull tightening as it healed the crack. He could feel the open cut on his head heal, and the sharp splinters of wood sticking out of his body were slowly being pushed out and his flesh heal around them.

He lay there wanting only for the pain to go away.

Lorna suddenly appeared, straddling his chest and pinning his shoulders down with her knees. "Sorry honey, but you no longer have the choice of wether or not you live forever."

"You did this to me," he said through clenched teeth.

"Just accept the gift you've been given," she said with a smile. "I'll help you through it."




Home Sweet Home



John felt his strength come back and the pain of rehealing ended. "Fuck you," he said. He rolled over, knocking Lorna off him. Lorna now lay on the ground and John slowly stood over her. "Don't you ever come near me again," he told her pointing at her for emphasis before turning and walking away from her.

Lorna remained on the ground and watched John walk away.

When John had gotten in his car and drove away from the apartment building, he had no idea where he was going. He just had to get away from Lorna. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, all returning to the fact that his life was forever changed, literally. There was no way of changing the fact that he was a vampire and, according to what he knew from the movies, the never died.

He didn't want to live forever, he'd had enough pain and suffering to go on any more. And as bad a person he was, the thought of killing people to drink their blood was a moral war inside. Not that he was a religious man, but things like this really made one think. At one point in his life, the thought of living forever may have appealed to him, every one has that fantasy, but the older you get and the more hurt and stupid mistakes just made you think twice.

Now, here he was with that curse, and he had to find a way to end it.

For a moment, John let the world around him make itself aware of itself. He immediately knew where he was and what he was about to do. He had driven this road hundreds of times. It was the street he and his family had lived on. 

John stomped the brakes, the tires squeaked a moment and John pulled the car over to the curb. A block and a half up he could see his old mail box and the flowers planted at their base. John sat and stared at the mailbox a moment trying to figure out why he had come here.

Did he come here to kill his wife and kids?

No, he was a fuck up for a husband, and an incompetent father, but he wasn't a killer. There had to be another reason.

It suddenly donned on him. He want this curse to end and he had to find a way to do it, so where is the best place for information like that?

The ever trusty internet, and this was the only place he knew of that he could get on-line.

He looked at the clock on the radio. It was 1:35. Every one in the house would be asleep, and he knew just how to get in without a key. 

Years of being locked out of the when he was out getting high and not coming home until three in the morning had made him a master of breaking into his own house. He had always used a screwdriver, pried the door from the jam slightly and turned, popping the latch and opening the door. That was exactly what he would do tonight.

John went to the garage, which was never locked, and rummaged around the junk piled on the work bench until he found a flathead screwdriver. With screwdriver in hand, he walked around to the back of the house.

Two minutes later, he was sitting quietly at the computer in the family room.

John wasn't very computer literate, but he knew enough to get by. He clicked on the search box and typed in two words: Chatrooms, vampires.

After clicking on the search button, a long list of sites appeared. John spent the next few minutes scamming the list until one caught his eye.

The site was called The Lair, and was hosted by some one named VLADXVI. John clicked on the link and the screen was immediately replaced by a cartoon vampire, blood dripping from his long fangs, dressed in tight black clothes, a long cape flowed behind him and his white hair was forever caught blowing in the wind. Besides the vampire, the only other thing on the screen were the words Mythology and Chat flashing in bright red letters.

John moved the cursor to Chat. His finger hovered over the mouse button a moment before he finally pressed it. The screen was replaced with a chat room. VLADXVI must have been very popular, there were 35 other people in the room.

John sat back and watched the conversation, with no interest. They were mostly talking about what they were doing, one guy was trying to get any women in the room to cyber with him. The site was a complete joke. He was about to close out when VLADXVI finally acknowledged him.

VLADXVI: Y go quiet JOHN101?

John stared for a moment. He had no idea where to start.

JOHN101: I just had some vampire questions. I thought maybe I could get answers here.

VLADXVI: Ask away.

JOHN101: How do you kill a vampire?

There. Why not start with the real question on his mind.

VLADXVI: That depends on your school of thought. The Hollywood way is a stake through the heart, sunlight, garlic, and even forcing the vampire to look into a mirror.

JOHN101: And the other way?

VLADXVI: The only true way to kill a vampire is to destroy the heart, so a stake would do the trick.

JOHN101: what about sunlight? I thought that melted them.

VLADXVI: LOL. Sunlight doesn't kill vampires. Vampires are nocturnal, and have the night vision eyes, but it doesn't kill them. It just hurts their eyes. Just a way for Hollywood to distort the truth.

JOHN101: You talk as if they're real.

VLADXVI: And who's to say they ain't.

JOHN101: Okay, we got me there.

VLADXVI: So is that all you need John?

John thought for a moment. The whole reason he was here was to end the curse. Maybe this guy could help him. He had to at least try.

JOHN101: Just one more thing. How do you reverse the curse of the vampire?

VLADXVI: Many believe that if you kill the vampire who bite you, you'd turn human again.

JOHN101: Thanks.

VLADXVI: I'm not done though. There is a theory out there that Vampirism is actually a telekinetic virus and the only way to end the curse is to find the original host.

If John hadn't just had first hand knowledge that vampires really did exist, he'd think this guy was just talking out his ass. But at the same time, where was he getting his information. Was this guy a vampire too? He couldn't believe he was about to take this conversation where he was about to.

JOHN101: Can I ask you something else Vlad?

VLADXVI: Ask away.

JOHN101: How do you know these things? Are you a vampire?

VLADXVI: LOL. Come on John, you know as well as I do that vampires don't exist.

JOHN101: Then why do you talk like they do?

VLADXVI: In a way they do. Just look around you, there are real people who are so drawn to the idea of vampirism that they live the life style of a vampire. Until they either grow out of it, or die of old age.

JOHN101: But what about the idea of the telekinetic virus? Where does that come from?

VLADXVI: I read stories, the tabloid, and reports from this crazy guy who says he's the descent of the original Van Helsing. The original vampire hunter. He's a fake of course, but it's fun to lose yourself in the fantasy of it all.

John laughed under his breath. If this guy only knew.

JOHN101: Well thanks Vlad, you've been really helpful.

VLADXVI: YW. But if I may ask, what's this for?

John typed in the first thing that popped into his head.

JOHN101:I'm writing a vampire novel.

Without waiting for VLADXVI to write back, John closed out of the chatroom and shut the computer down.

When John finally got back to the apartment, the sun was starting to rise. He walked through the shattered door, thinking only momentarily that he should do something about it before walking straight for the bedroom.

Lorna was no where in sight. The best thing that had happened tonight. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.

Outside, the sun rose, crossed the sky and set again. Inside, John slept.

Once the sun had set, John awoke and sat on the bed a moment before he come face to face with the reality of what had to be done. He had to kill Lorna.

When Lorna came through the shattered door later that night, James was sitting on the couch. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands were clasped in front of him, and he stared absently at the floor. 

James didn't look at her as she came in.

As she tried stepping over the larger chunks of door, she nearly lost her balance. "I'm sorry about last night John," she said. "And I'll clean up the mess."

John finally turned his head toward her and gave a short laugh. He set his hands on the couch as he stood. When he was standing, he turned and walked around the opposite side of the couch. "I should kick you out after last night. That did hurt going through the door. Oh, and the landing didn't help any either."

"I know," she said looking away from him a moment. "I wasn't thinking when I did it, but I had to do something to make you believe what's happened to you."

"And there wasn't a less painful way to show me?"

John was now standing only inches from her.

"Look," she pleaded. "I can't say I'm sorry enough, but I am. I just..." she stopped and looked away again.

"You what?" John asked using his left hand to turn her face towards him.

"I think I'm in love with you," she finally said. "And I want to spend eternity with you."

"So that's why you bit me?"

"Yes," she said hesitantly.

John was stunned, here was a beautiful woman telling him she loved him, and only moments ago he was thinking about killing her. What was he to do?

Lorna wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him, sealing her own fate as her lips met his.

When John had gotten up from the couch, he had picked up the one piece of the door he had picked up. It was 9 inches long and had a sharp point, sharp enough to pierce Lorna's heart. He had hidden the splinter in his right hand and when she leaned in to kiss him, he had lifted it and Lorna had leaned right into it.

Lorna gasped loudly and her eyes widened as the splinter pushed through her ribs and punctured her heart.She pulled away from John enough to look down. In his hand she saw the splinter sticking from her chest, and the blood soaking her shirt around the entry point.

She looked back up at John, a tear cutting a trail down her left cheek, her eyes and mouth still opened wide. She stared at him a split second before hugging him tight, pushing the splinter deeper into her. She placed her lips against his ear and whispered softly to him.

John's eyes widened and his heart sank at the four words she whispered to him. Four words that would he knew would haunt him for the rest of his unnatural life.

Lorna then moved her lips from his ear to his lips. She gave John a final kiss before going limp in his arms. 

John looked at the dead body of Lorna, fighting the lump rising in his throat, then slowly lowered her to the floor.

John was knelling next to Lorna's lifeless body, her dying whisper echoed through his head. He tried, but nothing would silence those last four words.

I'm not a vampire.

And the worst part was, he didn't know if that was true or not. She had bit him. John had never felt so confused in his life. He knew he was a vampire, Lorna had proven that last night, and she was the only one who had bit him. So if she wasn't a vampire, who had turned him into one?

John didn't hear Paul and Gail walk into the apartment, but he felt their presence. John turned around, still on his knees so he was eye to eye with Paul. Paul was arms length away, and Gail stood behind him.

"You killed her," Paul said. His voice was high pitched and quiet, nearly bringing him to tears.

"She..." John started but didn't know how to finish. How could he tell these kids that she had allowed into her home that she was a vampire? There was no way. Before John could open his mouth to finish, Paul reached out and grabbed both sides of John's head. John was so surprised that he didn't have time to react before the apartment started to fade around him.

The apartment completely faded black, then the light came back, but he was no longer in the apartment. John was now standing on a wagon trail facing a small farm house. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew this place, and the time. It was Paul and Gail's home just outside Boston, the year was 1867.

John heard footsteps in the grass behind him and turned to see Lorna walking towards him carrying a wooden bucket. Water splashed over the edge of the bucket with every step. Lorna walked past him and John turned as she walked by. She couldn't see him.

John followed her as she walked into the house.

Inside, the farm house was one large room, with a ladder along the left wall leading up to a loft. John watched as Lorna set the bucket on the floor next to a large iron stove. There was a soft voice from the loft. Lorna stood and turned towards the loft. John couldn't take his eyes off her. Even in the low light of the farm house, she was so beautiful.

Lorna crossed to the ladder and climbed up to the loft. John followed her.

In the loft there were four beds. Two on each side of the loft. The two on the left side of the loft were occupied by two young children, the mother and father stood next to the beds looking down at the children solemnly.

John stepped to the bed as Lorna stood next to her mother and put her arm around her. Her mother looked to her, her eyes puffy from crying.

"Are they getting any better?" Lorna asked.

John stood between the beds and looked down to see Paul and Gail. They were thin, pale, and drenched with sweat. John could also see their breathing was shallow.

"No," the mother said and burst into tears again.

From outside came a loud scream. John walked to a small window and looked out to see a man and horse at the edge of the woods behind the house. The horse was black as night, and the rider was dressed in a long black cloak with the hood covering his head.

As John stared at the dark rider, he didn't know that behind him, Paul and Gail had sat up. 

John heard the rustling of the covers behind him and turned just in time to see Paul and Gail attacking their mother and father.

Paul had his father's head bent to the side and had his face buried in his father's throat. Gail had pulled her mother down on the bed with her and lay on top of her as she tore her mother's throat out and drank deep the gushing blood.

When Paul and Gail finished with their parents, they both turned to Lorna who had backed herself against the wall beside John. The children leapt from the bed and pinned Lorna against the wall, but they didn't bite her. Instead, they tore flesh from their own wrist and both held their wrist against Lorna's mouth, wiping their blood over her lips.

As John watched Paul and Gail attacking Lorna, the world began to fade once again. When the light came back to the world again, John felt a moment of vertigo. John was now standing under the pavilion staring at himself four days ago.

Once the vertigo passed, he watched as his former self tossed away the cigarette he was smoking and stand. Then, he stopped and stood there stiff as a board, staring at the playground.

John turned to see what he had been staring at. It was the two teenagers.

They were walking his way, holding hands and giggling. Then they saw him standing there and turned and crossed to plastic play set in the center of the playground. As they climbed the ladder, John walked straight toward them. 

John followed himself.

They both stopped at the bottom of the ladder and he watched as he turned around. John looked behind him and saw Paul and Gail standing behind him. 

The two children climbed up the ladder. The real John stayed at the bottom of the ladder, but the other John climbed behind the children. When he reached the top, Paul and Gail already had the teenagers on their backs.

Paul and Gail had ripped the teenagers' throats open and was making loud sucking noises as they drank the blood pouring from the bodies below them.

Once again the world faded and reappeared. He was now standing in the gas station. The policeman, the old man, and the fat clerk were there, and he was getting ready to walk out the door. He stood next to himself and watched as he opened the door, letting Paul and Gail in. When they were in, He watched himself shut and lock the door.

He turned as Paul ran across to the policeman and tackled him. The policeman fell back into a shelf of candy, knocking it to the floor and sending candy bars skidding across the floor. There was a loud wet rip as Paul bite into the policeman's throat.

As Paul attacked the policeman, Gail jumped over the counter and knocked the clerk to the floor. John couldn't see what Gail was doing, but he could hear the clerk's gargled screams as Gail bit into her. 

The attack on the policeman and clerk was over in seconds. The old farmer, worried only about saving his own ass, ran toward the door, but John was ready for him. The farmer reached the door and grabbed the handle. He tried to push the door open, but it didn't budge.

Before he could push a second time, John watched as he grabbed the farmer around the collar of his flannel shirt and pulled him away from the door. There was a loud cracking as the force of John pulling the farmer from the door broke six of the man's fingers, the pinky finger of the farmer's left hand caught on a sharp edge and was severed at the first knuckle.

The farmer screamed as he flew backwards through the air. When the farmer landed, his head connected with the hard floor and his skull cracked open. The farmer's limp body lay on the floor twitching, and a pool of blood forming around his head.

When Paul and Gail drained their meals, they converged on the farmer, first licking up the blood from the floor, then going for the farmer's open head and drinking up the fresh blood.

The world began to fade again, and John hoped that when the world reappeared, he would be back in the apartment. He couldn't remember anything else. Then he thought about when he was bit, Paul hadn't shown him that yet. Either way, he would be back in the apartment.

But when the world came back, he was in the last place he wanted to be. It was the house his ex-wife lived at with their children.

"No," he whispered. He knew he was a bad father, there was no denying that, and he completely agreed with the courts on their decision not to allow him visitation of his children. But this was beyond him.

He was standing next to himself again, only this time, he was standing at the foot of the stairs looking up. Just beyond the top step, he could see the two doors opposite each other, the rooms his children were in, and he knew that just beyond the stairs was the door leading to his ex-wife's room.

Paul and Gail entered through the front door and stopped beside John. In a daze, John climbed the stairs, holding Paul and Gail's hands as they ascended the stairs. John followed them.

At the top of the stairs, John and the kids stopped. The old John just stood there as Paul and Gail opened the doors.

John couldn't watch as Paul Leapt onto the bed and bit into his son's throat and Gail did the same to his daughter. All he could do was close his eyes as the tears began to fall.

Paul and Gail came out of the rooms and took John's hands again as he led them to the door at the end of the short hall. John kept his eyes closed and fell to his knees.

"Stop," he screamed through the tears. "I've seen enough."

John opened his eyes again and was looking straight into Paul's eyes.

"You killed my family," he screamed at the boy.

Paul was unfazed. "Lorna wasn't a vampire," Paul whispered in his eerie voice. "She was our sister."

"If she wasn't a vampire," John said. He had Paul's full attention and used it to his advantage. He was close enough to Lorna's body, he could grab the splinter of wood without Paul knowing what he was doing. "Then how has she lived so long?"

"She was our Familiar," Paul said. "Our Pet. She led us to our next feeding. She took care of us."

"So, we made you drink our blood so you could be our Familiar too," Gail said. "We only did it because she was lonely and we didn't want her to be lonely anymore."




Home Sweet Home



Aaron walked into the house and set his bags on the floor. He let out a heavy sigh of relief. It was nice to travel but there’s no place like home. That feeling of relief was quickly replaced with disappointment that no one was there to welcome him. Aaron set his keys on the end table and noticed a tape player there with a note. “PLAY ME” was written on a paper heart. Curious, Aaron pressed play.

 “Hi, sweetheart.” Aaron heard Sasha’s voice and smiled. “I’m so glad you’re back. I’ve missed you. Notice the ribbon under the cassette player. It leads to your very special Valentine. Enjoy.” The recording stopped.

Aaron had been busy and had forgotten it was Valentine’s Day. He wondered what the surprise could be and picked up the purple silken ribbon. His eyes followed its shimmering length. It lead out of the foyer and into the living room. Like an eager child Aaron followed it. It ended on the couch, wrapped around what looked like a photo album. The note on the top read: “For whenever I’m not around.” 

Aaron flipped open the book and found that it was full of pictures of Sasha. Starting at the beginning Aaron scanned through them. Each page contained large full-length black and white photos. As Aaron moved from page to page Sasha was wearing less and less clothing. Aaron paused on the last couple of pages. His eyes took in Sasha’s slender form. Aaron viewed Sasha’s arms outstretched above her head. A look of utter need was captured in her eyes. Aaron’s gaze continued down the soft curve of Sasha’s neck to her breasts, which were covered by an oversized heart, decorated in the fashion of a box of chocolates with the words “Happy Valentine’s Day” scribed in cursive. He looked down to Sasha’s slender waist to the luscious slope of her hips and buttocks. Aaron’s eyes followed along her hip to her midsection but Sasha’s mound is hidden from view by her smooth crossed legs.

Aaron turned the page. Sasha was sitting in a chair, legs apart with her heels resting on the legs of the chair. Her head was released back as if she was swept up in intense pleasure. Sasha’s right hand was at her throat. Her left hand was between her legs. Aaron felt a rise in his pants. He knew that she had to be dripping wet at that very moment. He wanted to crawl inside the picture and lick where Sasha’s fingers were. He traced a finger down the photo as if he could feel her warm skin. He caressed Sasha’s breasts, down her tummy and over each leg. Aaron looked down at his crotch then groaned, acknowledging how easily Sasha could arouse him. Aaron closed the book. A yellow ribbon caught his attention. 

Aaron followed where it lead. It ended in the kitchen where it wrapped around two wine glasses. He took them, but the ribbon didn’t stop there. The end of the yellow ribbon was tied to a green one. That ribbon wound through the house until it joined with a blue ribbon and then with an orange one. All of them lead to Aaron’s bedroom and disappeared under the door. 

Gathering all of the ribbon over his arm Aaron placed a hand on the door. He felt a tug on the ribbon. He smiled then pushed the door open to see Sasha standing there. The orange ribbon joined with a red one and draped across her semi nude body like a sash. 

“Surprise,” Sasha exclaimed. She held her arms out to Aaron. 

“Wow,” was all Aaron could say. He stashed the wine glasses by the door then gathered Sasha into his arms. He held her close for a moment before allowing his hands to roam over her hips and thighs. He bent his head to inhale her scent.  Sasha kissed his neck. 

 “I never expected this,” Aaron mumbled into Sasha’s neck.

“I wanted to surprise you, Aaron.”

“You did. I didn’t get you anything. I feel like such an ass.”

“You’re back. That’s my gift.” 

Holding Sasha at arm’s length, Aaron noticed for the first time how she was dressed. A satin hunter green bra, cupped Sasha’s breasts. Aaron watched as they rose and fell with her breathing. His gaze continued down to the matching triangle of material between her firm thighs. Aaron reached out to touch her but she took a step back. A little mischievous smile spread across Sasha’s face and her eyes twinkled. Aaron took a step forward. Sasha took two steps back.

“Playing hard to get are you?” Aaron was humored by the game.

“Well you didn’t think it would be that easy did you, Aaron?”

Aaron lunged out and grabbed Sasha’s wrist then yanked her into his body.

“Now don’t move.”

“Or what?” 

“Or this.”

Leaning down and capturing Sasha lips with his, Aaron kissed Sasha, hard at first, then gently before he slipped his tongue between her lips. Aaron felt Sasha’s body relax but he held her firmly. She answered his kisses with her own, tasting the inside of his mouth. Every muscle in Aaron’s body was aware of Sasha, especially the fullness of her breasts. Sasha pushed herself against his body. Aaron moaned. Sasha bit down into his lower lip then pulled away. Both were trying to catch their breath as they looked into one another’s eyes, knowing instinctively what the other wanted.

“God I’ve missed you,” Sasha said. She touched the side of his face. Her thumb moved over his smile.

“I’ve missed you also…but how much have you missed me I wonder.”

He placed his hand over Sasha’s mound. His fingers inched their way under the hem of her panties. She was wet.

“Yes I see that you have,” he said smiling down at her.

“I want you,” Sasha said. She worked open the buttons of Aaron’s shirt. He helped her push it off his shoulders. She touched his torso, moving over every inch with her fingertips before she kissed him. She planted small kisses over his pecs before seizing one of his nipples between her teeth. Aaron sighed and watched her intently as she alternated the feeling of her teeth and then her lips on the sensitive surface of his nipples.

Aaron’s knees weakened when Sasha’s hand found its way into his slacks. She cupped his cock. It responded and grew warm and hard at her touch. Their lips meet again. Between fervent kisses Sasha said, “I’ve been thinking about this the whole time I’ve been waiting for you. I thought you’d never get here.” 

Together with hurried fingers they removed his slacks. Sasha kissed down his stomach before positioning herself on her knees in front of him. She leaned her head down and kissed Aaron’s cock through the material of his underwear. Her hot breath on him was an exquisite tease. She wasted no more time and slid his underwear off.

Aaron closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of Sasha’s moist lips stroking over the length of his shaft. She used her hands to increase the pleasure and the length of her strokes. Eyes opened Aaron watched Sasha’s cheeks cave in as she sucked and sucked and sucked. Aaron pushed his hips forward, increasing the depth of the head of his cock inside her mouth. Sasha responded with a soft moan. 

 “Sasha, let me fuck you.”

Sasha continued her attentions as if she didn’t hear him. Her lips were swollen and wrapped seductively around his cock. Aaron enjoyed the sensation of her blowjob a moment longer before grasping her by the shoulders and pulling her to her feet. He covered her mouth and face with kisses while pulling her panties to the side. His fingers found her clit. Her hand covered his. They rubbed her throbbing center together. Their kisses grew hungry. Sasha moved her hips back and forth looking for more contact, more pleasure from Aaron’s fingers.

Their bodies moved against each other in a sexy dance. Aaron’s penis slipped between Sasha’s legs. He rubbed his cock against her hardening clit. He was covered with her juices when, without a word, Aaron scooped Sasha up into his arms and carried her to the bed.  Aaron laid her down then closed the distance between their bodies with his. Resting over Sasha’s body, his left arm held his weight and his right hand explored Sasha’s breasts. He liked the sight of them. 

“Those pictures Sasha….gosh!” Aaron removed Sasha panties, pushing them the rest of the way down her legs.

 Sasha blushed. “Well I wanted to give you something….personal…for Valentine’s Day. Something so that you could have me around….whenever you wanted.”  

“Well you made a good choice.” With that Aaron kissed Sasha’s cleavage, licked up from one delicious peak to the other. Aaron hooked his fingers into the straps of her bra to bring them down and reveal two wonderfully dark nipples. He used his thumb and forefinger to twist them both.

“Now I’m going to tease you a bit.”

Sasha moaned then said, “Tease me, baby.”  

Aaron kissed all over Sasha’s stomach with loud playful kisses. She watched Aaron leave no inch untouched. He slipped one hand under her bottom while his tongue trailed down her thigh then up. He bit into her hip. Sasha lifted her hips enough to brush her mound over his face. Aaron kissed her pelvic bone, ignoring the way her hips were moving. They continued to rock, beckoning his mouth between her thighs. Aaron put his face inches from her dripping pussy and blew on it. 

“I don’t know how much more I’m going to take,” Sasha whispered.

Aaron kept going as if he didn’t hear her. He licked his thumb and pressed it against Sasha’s clit. Her hips thrust up making her clit roll under the pressure of his thumb. Aaron took his finger away. Sasha whimpered. 

“Taste me…please. I want you to.”

“Gladly.”

Without hesitation Aaron licked up and down on Sasha pussy. Her sweet scent filled his nose. Pleasure shot right to Aaron’s cock. He positioned his body so that his hips were near Sash’s head. This gave him greater access to her pussy which he licked harder and faster as the sounds of her pleasure grew.

Sasha reached for Aaron’s cock. She stroked him expertly until he could feel precum drip from the head of his cock. Sasha let out a long throaty moan then stuffed her mouth with Aaron’s erection. The sounds of her pleasure spurred him. He split her soaked pussy lips with two fingers. He stroked them inside her. In moments the two of them were in sync with one another, in and out and up and down. Lips, tongues, hands moving on warm flesh and wetness until their breathing and pulses quickened.

The need to fill her grew inside him. Aaron moved Sasha onto her back. Holding both of her legs by the ankles Aaron pushed her sexy legs open. He gazed down at her glistening pussy. It looked well licked. He couldn’t wait to see it looking well fucked. Without touching his cock, Aaron positioned himself at Sasha’s hole. He watched the head of his cock work her outer lips open. She was so wet that his cock entered her easily. Rhythmically Aaron fucked into Sasha, inch by inch. Warmth and wetness enveloped him. Aaron looked down at Sasha and watched the expressions of pleasure and desire play across her face. He wanted her so much and had her at the same time. The feeling was overwhelming. He bent down to kiss her mouth. This deepened his penetration as her ankles rested on his shoulders. Sasha squealed. “I love it!”

Her verbal praise encouraged Aaron to keep fucking. The more she moaned the harder his pushed, increasing the pleasure for both of them.  Aaron gathered his composure but was past the point of wanting to hold back. He drove the weight of his body down into her petite frame until he felt himself fill her completely. Her body jerked as the first signs of her orgasm took hold of her body. Aaron rode the wave of her orgasm long enough to enjoy it uninterrupted until his own hit him like a collision with a brick wall. It was a rush that was electric and mind numbing. His seed mixed with her juices. Aaron lowered his body enough to keep the heat between them but was careful not to crush her under his weight.

As his cock subsided inside her, Aaron reflected on all that she had done for him and to him this evening. He was reminded of what a very special woman she was. He said, “Be mine.”