Kim


Posted by blue.beard on May 09, 20013 at 22:24:26:

Here is a Max5s story that is not in the archives. I do not remember where I found it.

Posted by Max5s on June 11, 19100 at 12:05:04:

Kim

As I stared at the gentle curve of Kim's back, I realized how fortunate I was. We'd met at Peggy's Cove when my business partner backed our rental car into the side of her faded, red MG. Her car wasn't much to look at, but she loved it anyway. While she and my friend, Rod, argued a bit about this unfortunate turn of events, I made a few phone calls to a body shop in Halifax and made arrangements to get her car fixed. Unknown to her, however, was the fact that she was going to get a complete paint job and a set of reupholstered seats. Such are the benefits of owning all or part of several businesses.

When Kim picked up the car 2 weeks later, she was both delighted and pissed at the same time. After a heated discussion with the manager, he broke down and told her that I was the owner of the shop, and that if she really wanted to carry on the discussion, that she could find me in the restaurant across the street. That was six months ago!

I slid one hand between her arm and her side and reached up to caress her breast as I kissed her left
shoulder and neck. She leaned back against me, raised her chin and closed her eyes. I breathed in the
scent of her perfume while sliding my other hand across her bare abdomen. She had shoulder length,
reddish hair and a light, freckled complexion which was in sharp contrast to the deep tan on my arms. But it was a contrast that I found extremely erotic.

As my fingers slid in between the hairs at the upper edge of her pubic mound, I felt her stop breathing for just a second, then she turned to face me. Her breasts pushed against my lower thorax, and I could feel her hardened nipples pressing against my skin. As our lips met, I could feel my erection growing, stimulated by her touch and by the words I had discovered in the text of one of her works of fiction. I pulled her tight against me, knowing that she had left the story where I would find it and read it.

My hands cupped her buttocks, and I lifted her up. Her legs wrapped themselves tightly around my
waist. She was the lightest 110 pounds I'd ever lifted, and as I sat down on the bed, she pushed me
down on my back and slid onto my waiting shaft.

As I studied her face, I knew why she'd left the story where I would find it. And somehow, I knew that she knew I would like it, that it mirrored my own dreams as well as hers.

I reached out to her, touching the ribs along her left side with my right hand. The spaces between each bone were soft and yielding. They were a point of vulnerability in design meant to protect. She slowly moved up and down on me as my hands shifted to the softness of her breasts. I pulled her down against me so my lips could touch hers as my fingers gently teased her nipples. She moaned softly as I pushed deep within her. Her back arched as she rose up again while tightening her grip on my shaft.

I watched her belly as she ground her pubic bone against mine. As I pushed my finger into her navel, I could feel both its strength and its fatal vulnerability. I looked up into her soft blue eyes and knew it was time.

The button on the pearl handle sent the wavy edged blade into position. The sharp tip pressed into the soft tissue of her left breast. Slowly, I increased the pressure until a thin trickle of warm, red moistness covered the end of the cold steel. Her lips parted slightly and her body quivered as the combination of chrome, iron and carbon cut into her. A thick crimson line oozed down her front as the blade inched deeper. The muscles in her vagina suddenly tightened around me as if she were strangling a snake. It startled me and I quickly pulled the blade back out as she sighed.

I dragged the blade down her side as she watched in awe. I let it stop at a soft spot between two of her ribs. Again, I pushed it in, knowing that it is what she wanted and what I wanted as well. Her body stiffened, then a trickle of blood spilled over her lips. Her breaths were short as her lung struggled with its invasion.

Finally, I returned to her stomach. I remembered a line from her story, " She shrieks in agony as the
blade cuts deep into her body... sinking, biting, burning… yet kissing, caressing and loving her at the
same time…". I repeated it aloud as the blade cut through the soft tissue in her bellybutton. Her body began to shake as she climaxed. As I held the blade in her belly, I felt the wetness as her blood
drenched my fingers. I felt the softness of her abdomen as it pressed back against my hand. And I felt
the eruption from within as my own climax swept through me.

As I now look at Kim's face, I know I have given her the gift she wanted. Violent perhaps, but certainly a gift of love. As her strength fades, she lays against my chest. Her heart beats slowly, and she softly whispers my name. Her lips brush against mine, and as I taste her blood and hold her in her nakedness, I wait for her to slip into the quietness of death.