The End. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, characters, persons, alive or dead or beings of Earth or the multiverse, past, present or future, is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, I'm psychic, in which case this a work of non-fiction. But I highly doubt that, I'm not that attuned. I mean if I was, I’d have won Powerball by now and been able to afford creative writing classes and a proofreader. Be forewarned, these writings may trigger some issue or issues that you have, either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. --------------------------------------------------------------- After Days Chronicles --------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter I - The Sun, The Moon and A Cabin In a Vale � The sunlight revels through the leaves of the trees embracing the silhouette of a girl� in a ramshackle chair. She's a little smaller than average, graceful, in an uncoordinated way, with blonde hair that falls fluidly, almost halfway down her back. There's a star away look, in her glacier-blue eyes, that makes her appear younger than her years, and oh so much younger, than the sorrows that she’s seen. Her face is airy and thread worn. Yet, there lies in it a countenance of steeled determination, hidden ever so cleverly by a day dreamy gaze, that obscures the soft glow of a fiery, calm resilience. Calloused, dexterous fingers smooth the wrinkles in her garment, as she methodically eyes the body, of the stranger, laying in the bed beside the chair where she sits. For seventeen days she's been here, alone with her thoughts and chores. In silence mostly. Save, for the sounds of the life outside and the, more than occasional, groans of agony from that same prostrate form. Urgent sounds, that prompt a rush indian of adrenaline and fuel her fatigued and strained body towards action. The light, fondly, touches upon her pale skin, caressing through the gossamer fabric of an old lace curtain, a relic that she's fashioned, quite nicely, into a practical sundress.� The vision, within the sheer threads that she dons, whisper of points and curves, hinting reverently at the multitude of scars, that call her skin home. Scars, that rival those on the body of the man, that writhes in pain, in the makeshift bed that she sits vigil over. � So, she reaches for the rag, in the wooden bowl at her feet, and tenderly washes his traumatized skin with care. Tendrils of steam rise from the ivory satin cloth, hinted with the essences of mint and clove, and other spices and oils that she’s mixed together to aid his healing. The cloth touches him softly. His body trembles, sighs, then settles again as her fingers delicately guide it along every curve, tracing lines along paths she now knows so well. Her breasts swell and ache as the purled fabric teases upon the more rigid flesh of their tender protrusions. She fights off the desire it instills, but relishes in the energy it invokes within her. I'm twenty-three years old and I've never even been kissed!" “It's pulsing in my hand,” she said. Robert is amazed how Jessica and Janet then start engaging in small talk for almost an hour. And then the barkeep, my lecherous uncle, suddenly died leaving the saloon to me as his only living relative. About half way through I was changing in a shop where they had gender neutral fitting rooms and when Ethan was in there and I was naked, he dropped his trousers and told me to give him a blowjob. Michael kissed back enjoying every minute of it. � � � In the back of my mind! To work with Moscow to bring about a better future for indian everyone.” A quick zap to a girl's tits or cunt was usually enough to get their obedience. “What now?” Deb asked the group. It didn’t take long and his member was at full rise. working, helping out others but no one really cared about her or her needs. “But if I start, we will never be able to go back to our old life”. Eyes afire, she stepped up to Celine and kissed her, hard. • • • I paid the girl on reception for the room and paid up front for the next night. Shauna thought about it and realized that Leona was right. I felt like I wanted so bad to shove my hand up my dress. The dog’s tongue pushed passed her tight little ring. But let me say it involves you on top of me.” I feel myself start to get wet at the prospect of having sex with him again. Apparently, Vulwin has gone missing or something, at least that’s what Crypto told me. Either way, he hasn’t been on in almost 4 years. “You’re a cock teaser Emily, you know that don’t you?” Will said as we drove off down the road. "What's got them riled now?" asked Karl. Then had to explain what a cock ring was and how it worked. Holly had to shudder at how slimy and cold it felt inside her. Phil released his clenched fists, noticing for the first time that they had actually been fully tensed up in the first place. I protested, weakly. “They just switched women between the closeup image of her face and the scene with the dildo. “Maybe...” Sven panted while rolling onto his back. We just came together because I was told it was couples only. 10 years ago, they chose to surprise me by coming to me during the night. “Not yet,” she said, “but Jill says you're good, and gentle.” “Would you use your mouth on my nipples first.” She requested. 
He’s kissing me down, down down, past where my panties should be and I gasp as he licks the slit between my legs. Moss and small flowers had claimed the soil around it. I turned out the lights and let her explore in the dark, anatomy by braille. Fall had worn away and Winter was beginning to bring its icy touch. I was back in my room putting my wedding gown back on for another wedding and more sex. As I started to recover I looked around and saw Kate and Zoe putting on a masturbation show for the little audience that were just ignoring me. Not that I minded; it was good to see them having fun on their last day in Ibiza.