Posted by Mortally wounded on June 22, 2004 at 15:24:37:
We have been living together for 6 months. A short spell of happiness snatched from danger. The firm are after me for informing on one of their lieutenants. And today I got another warning card in the post.
That evening I wait until we are going to bed before I tell you. You are wearing just boxer shorts. I'm wearing a grey satin camisole and those loose french-style panties.
"Jack, there's something I have to tell you"
You sense that it's serious. You know my past. When I explain you understand.
"They will find me. I don't want to die at their hands. They'll rape me and torture me. If I must die, I want it to be in the arms of the man I love."
So saying I hand you the knife. I lift up the cami, exposing my midriff.
"Please! Do it!"
You hesitate.
"Now! Please! Before I lose my nerve!"
You put one arm around me and with the other you thrust the knife in below my ribs. Agh! the pain. I stiffen and then go limp in your embrace. You pull out the knife and gently lower me to the floor.
Your body feels warmer against me as I lose heat. I can feel my pussy moistening. Your cock has burst out of the boxer shorts. I reach out my hand and touch it. I spread my legs one last time. You sense what I want. Pushing aside the crotch of the panties you enter me. You feel so hot inside me. You thrust a few times and then I feel your grip of me tighten as you climax. My orgasm is a gentle, melting one and I float away into oblivion on it. By the time you are spent I am just a lifeless, staring corpse.