Posted by romantic on November 04, 2000 at 05:05:16:
"Hey! Hey, Jennifer!" She seems almost to have fallen asleep and I'm afraid she'll slip under the water.
"Oh, hi, I was just visualizing something."
"Were you dead?"
"Oh soo dead, as murdered as I've ever dreamed -- belly-stabbed, electrocuted, and finally strangled as I lay here waiting for you. I was just daydreaming, floating above the tub seeing my violated corpse. He used my feet to get himself off before he killed me, too."
"I'm jealous!" I slip into the tub at the opposite end from you and immediately take your right foot in my hand. I've waited all day for this, the gateway to all our passion, a touch of my lips against your exquisite feet. Behaving like kittens, you purr and I lick. With my foot, I massage the inside of your thigh. Suddenly, you reach in the water and wrap your fingers around my penis, already hard from kissing your feet.
"Hey -- I know it's difficult, but do you suppose you could leave my feet alone for awhile and come fuck me?"
" Right here?" You nod in response. One last suck of your big toe and I lean forward. You raise your legs over the sides of the tub and I'm inside you.
" Oh, Rom, you can't imagine how utterly this stranger killed me. I couldn't wait to have your real hands on me." You take my hands and place them on your neck. I start to squeeze and your head lolls back. "Aaaaahhhh, so lovely -- kill me, baby. Finish me right in this tub at the same time you're making me come.
I love this game -- I squeeze your throat as we make love. As you come, you go limp. Staring at me with those innocent blue eyes, you lie still while I enjoy my part of the fantasy: taking my own pleasure with your indescribably beautiful corpse.
Tonight, as you begin to come, you slide beneath the water. I pull you up again and our eyes meet. You nod your head -- "push down, this is what I want..." and slide under again. Can it be you really are willing to die for me, my darling Jenny? I hold you under the water as we continue to thrust out bodies together. I cannot take my eyes from your face -- there is the most angelic smile on your lips and love shines in your eyes as you understand violent death in my hands is almost yours. You wrap your legs around me and I feel your toes dig into the flesh of my ass. This drives me even wilder and I shove into you and hold you down with all my might. I fell you start to struggle against me, your body's nees for oxygen feuding with your desire, but I'm now lost in my passion. The muscles in your pussy tighten around me even more as asphyxia breathes around you. You begin to come and at the height of your orgasm, you do what I knew you would -- open your mouth to scream in pleasure. Beneath the water, I see your beautful open-mouthed smile, I see your ecstasy. Your lips purse together in a goodbye kiss, and again open taking in that deadly breath of pure, suffocating water. Your body jerks a few times below me as it loses its fight for air. Suddenly, your toes loosen their grip on my ass and I come, lifting your corpse and kissing your open mouth. I sit in the tub, holding your dead body and weeping -- for sorrow? For joy? For pure love? Most of all in apprciation of the object of perfect beauty that lies in my arms. I lift you out of the tub and lay you on the cool tiles of the floor. I begin at your forehead and kiss every square inch of your face, your neck, your breasts -- all the way down till I'm once again licking those perfect toes. Fantasy has become reality -- you're violently dead by my hands and I'm making love to your dead body. The fantasy plays over and over again -- but is this perfection?
"Rom! Rom, wake up!" I shake myself back to the present and see you laying beside me on the bathroom floor. The belt of your bathrobe is wrapped around your neck and you're kissing my cheek.
"That was magic, my love," you say, "let me die for you again and again."