And Then No More of Thee and Me
\nby Vinnie Tesla<\/p>\n
The door to his bedroom was ajar, but, maddeningly, not quite wide enough for her to pass through. Pushing herself through solid objects was still hard work, though she was getting better at it. The feeling of the heavy wood composite sliding inside her was intensely, indefinably uncomfortable, as if her entire body was one complaining funny bone. At one point she was seized with panic that she would be stuck there, unable to muster the strength to pull herself off in either direction.<\/p>\n
Eventually, though, she made it inside the room. It looked just as she remembered. The pile of dirty clothes in one corner and the massive wooden dresser were vague, familiar shapes in the dark. A streetlight by the open window illuminated his nude, sleeping body. His torso looked pale; his cock lolled, a little swollen, against one bent thigh.<\/p>\n
She shook her head, dazed with longing. I don\u2019t know what I miss more\u2013sex or sleep<\/em> she said to herself.<\/p>\n After a moment\u2019s hesitation, she climbed onto the bed and sprawled across him. Goose pimples rose on his arms as she pressed herself along his length. She kissed his cheeks, pressed her lips against his, and felt his breath pass through her. Then she lowered herself; tongued one nipple, which tightened just as it would have when she was alive. His cock twitched and slid along his thigh.<\/p>\n She slid down once more, ran her mouth over his cock, licked the head, loving its heat against her tongue, feeling its crinkled texture smooth as it continued to swell. She couldn\u2019t take him into her mouth because she couldn\u2019t lift his cock, but she continued to lap at it as it stiffened, encouraged by the faint undulations of his hips.<\/p>\n When his cock stood out, bouncing in the breeze through the window, she boldly pulled herself up on him, leaned forward, and sank herself onto him, feeling faint echoes of pleasure when he penetrated her.<\/p>\n He murmured and arched his hips for a moment, and her eyes filled with mist that she was able to do this with him, and then he rolled on his side, still asleep, moving through her insubstantial body though she remained in place, and began working his hips against the mattress.<\/p>\n \u201cDeath sucks,\u201d she murmured aloud.<\/p>\n –<\/p>\n Vinnie Tesla is the author of\u00a0The Erotofluidic Age<\/a>, Ota Discovers Fire<\/a>, and a few other works of whimsical filth. He lives in Medford MA and thinks you should subscribe to the Circlet Newsletter<\/a>.<\/p>\n [wp_eStore_fancy1 id=35] And Then No More of Thee and Me by Vinnie Tesla The door to his bedroom was ajar, but, maddeningly, not quite wide enough for her to pass through. Pushing herself through solid objects was still hard work, though she was getting better at it. The feeling of the heavy wood composite sliding inside her … Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: And Then No More of Thee and Me by Vinnie Tesla<\/span>
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