| Straight: Threesomes: Visiting the Doctor (7/10) |
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our limbs. '"I want to come. I want to come," Isobel is begging. My wrist is sore, my jaw aching. I can feel her limbs stiffening, her body arching and bucking with the rhythm of Armand's fucking as it resonates through me to her. As if by chain reaction, I begin to sense my own coming beckoning me. Not long now, not long. 'Then, above our panted groans the jangling buckle of Isobel's abandoned belt rings out. Armand is waving it behind me. I realise what is to happen only as I hear the belt cut the air. Then, just as I brace myself for his next thrust, I feel the scorching spark of the strap across the top of my leg. I scream out in anguished ecstasy. Rippling pain courses through me, drenching me in sweat and blazing heat. 'Isobel is howling too, as if in sympathy. '"Yes... Yes... YES..." I hear myself yelling. '"That's good. That's good," says Armand. 'Another burning stripe across my bottom, another lunge and, as he pounds into me, my face drives hard against my lover's cunt. '"Aah!... Aahhhh!!... AAAHHHH!!!" 'Isobel is wailing, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" '"Good girl. Come for me. Come now." 'Another crack of thunder. Another flash of lightning through my every vein. Armand's cock nestling hard and deep. '"Coming! Coming! C-C-C-C..." '"Me too... Me too..."' I broke off and started sobbing. I was writhing and panting, beyond exhaustion, almost broken – like a medium who has been in contact with the departed. Doctor Damon offered me the glass of water again. This time I took it gratefully. Then he gave me a tissue. I wiped my eyes. 'Are you alright, Eve?' 'Yes,' I said weakly. 'I'm fine.' 'What happened then? Can you go on?' 'Then I woke up. That's when I always wake up.' I blew my nose on the tissue. 'How did you feel after the dream?' 'Dazed and confused. Just like in the dream, I didn't know where I was. I reached out for Isobel. She wasn't there. Nor was Armand. The room was shrouded in thick blackness. It was all so vivid that, even though I've had the dream before, only then did I realise that that's what it was. I could barely believe it. The bedclothes were saturated with my sweat and... You know... my other stuff.' I sipped again at the glass of water. |
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Damn Amaryllis !!! "Blazing 3 Points !"
