Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I gritted my teeth as the sweet pain hit me in the nuts and I shot off inside her so hard her body jerked with each volley. Her legs fell away and her arms went slack and I realized she’d fainted only as my cock was dripping the last of my cum as it sawed in and out of her in the final throes of passion.
Jessica
“Ummm.” I stretched awake and opened my eyes in the dark room. How long was I sleeping? Outside the window snow was falling harder than when I went to bed, which meant the storm was in full swing. As I got up to move my legs over the side of the bed I felt a deep pain like something had been jabbed up inside me.
I’m going to have to make an appointment with the gynecologist if this keeps up. I’ve tried Google but found no answers and now it’s getting to the point where I’m getting scared.
Now I’m beginning to think the marks on my neck, the constant soreness, and even the sleepwalking might be signs of some kind of illness. Between my legs were sticky and when I ran my hand between my thighs they came away wet. I sniffed my fingers and drew back in surprise.
What kind of discharge is that? It’s not the first time I’ve smelt it in the last month or so, but I still have no idea what it is. It’s not like the mild one I get just before my period, but I can’t for the life of me figure out how it could’ve got there. Another reason for me to go get checked out.
I walked to the bathroom bowlegged wincing with every other step. The feel of the warm water when I set the temperature just right was a sweet relief and I rested back against the wall and let the spray hit me between the thighs and on my sex where it did the most good.
Back in the bedroom I changed the sheets and my eyes happened to land on the calendar while I was coming back from the laundry room. “Ah, that explains it.” I’m in my fertile period, so although the scent this time is much stronger than ever before, I now had an explanation. That didn’t explain the strange aches and the mark on my neck that was even darker now though.
I made some toast and washed it down with some orange juice because as hungry as I was I was too tired to scrounge around for something to cook let alone cook it. I found an apple in the bin and bit into it as I headed into the living room thinking to watch something on TV.
Just my luck as soon as I sat down the lights flickered and went out. “Shit!” I didn’t have any candles. It was stupid of me but it just never crossed my mind. When I lived in the city we didn’t have blackouts, and we damn sure never had any that took out every light on the street.
A look out the window showed the whole block in darkness, even the streetlights had gone out. The darkness outside the window looked thick enough to touch and I turned away and felt my way along the wall until I reached the open bedroom door.
I made my way over to the freshly made bed and climbed in, pulling the covers up to my chin. The fire didn’t need tending since I’d done that earlier and since there was nothing else I could do in the dark, I spent the time gazing into the fire watching the flames as they flickered high one minute and low the next.
It wasn’t long before the sight became hypnotic and I felt my eyes drifting shut. The warmth from the fire and the soft comfort of the down comforter soon lulled me to sleep and I burrowed down, prepared to get a good night’s rest.
I was waiting for my lover in the dark. I knew it was a dream, but it felt so real, like I was half asleep, half aware. I felt my pulse race in anticipation as the time drew near for him to come to me. My body was already making itself ready and in my mind all I could think of was having his hard length inside me again.
As the minutes went by and he still hadn’t come my need grew almost out of control and I flung the covers back off of me. I kicked them to the end of the bed out of the way and laid on the smooth cool sheets, spreading my legs wide and planting my feet in the mattress.
I started out slow, running the blunt tip of my manicured nail down my middle and back again, each time going lower and lower until I reached my clit. Just that slight touch was enough to have me going after more.