Tales of Abyssinia - The Highwayman


Posted by The Abyssinian Boundary Riders -- Gabriel on April 30, 2000 at 06:23:37:

Scene 18.

Their trail was lit by the full moon's light and a fast reviving Laura was feeling reckless and excited. She was so full of joy that she squirmed and arched her back and turned her head to smooch Nick's lips and her face glowed as she asked him, 'Am I your girl?' And he blew in her ear and bit her lobe but his eyes remained steadily upon the road. She hoped she was making him happy, she hoped that he thought her 'cool'. Well she sure felt cool, and why shouldn't she? She had a man and he had her. Oh yes, he had her all right, all tied up and surrounded. And as the miles did pass she could tell each time he was thinking of her, for he would grow to fill her so full, and then, when his thoughts would wander again, he would soften back down to coil up like a resting anaconda. He was a movie star glamour-puss, a real life tough guy, and she was his girl and it was so amazing how such a dull day could by its night, turn into the sweetest of her life.

Scene 19.

She turned her head and breathed her words right against his lips, 'Hon? Do you like me?' 'Sure babe', he replied, and she shifted her behind up and down, fucking him, persisting, 'A lot? Or just a little bit?' He groaned and replied, 'You bet I do', and his kiss was like an electric jolt straight through to her heart and her warm quim felt his maleness probe to her very limits and she sighed and with her weight she stuffed herself tight and then bit her lip believing that she had his answer.

But the sad truth must be told; at that moment Nick's thoughts were not of her. They were reliving a dark and private memory. She was a sexy bundle of broad-hipped female named Bianca, who had loved him so much that by the time he'd finished with her, his name was on her lips even as she drew her final and bewildered breath. Ah, she had been such a pet. He was used to it. He had never understood why, but pretty girls who dreamed of romance and roses, when given the chance, seemed only too eager to dance with the devil.