1. Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part IV)


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    emptied. They kept thrusting in crazed unison as their simultaneous orgasms seemed to last forever. But soon the intensity abated a fraction and Veronica’s body began to drift into the orgasmic after-glow of a woman fully sated. Rob’s own explosion quickly ended as his seed shot deep into her slick wet hot pussy. His arms flopped exhausted to his sides as his male body slumped and lost all energy. His hips stopped moving. He was empty physically and emotionally. Ronnie’s sweet ripe body also expired as quickly as it had exploded. Even the remaining burning embers of sexual arousal were receding. She let her limp body flop forward onto her naked young lover’s heaving chest. Ronnie happily felt his seed dripping down her pussy. She gently laid her head on his chest. The contented woman could feel his heart pounding. She loved the warmth of his torso, the smell of his sweaty body; but most of all she loved the sound of his pounding heart. Tenderly Veronica placed her right hand over his cardiac pump. She felt it thump as his chest rose and fell seeking air to replenish his sated body. One of Rob’s strong arms curled up and his large hand stroked her hair. His other arm wrapped around her slim waist in a loving embrace. Young Rob let out a soft murmur of happiness. Veronica murmured softly in reply. These sounds were murmurs of intimacy, of being a couple. There was no need to speak. Their bodies and minds were like one. ______________________________ Yes there would be many ...
    questions to address in the coming years. History would carry on regardless of the feelings of these two entangled lovers now lying in a sweaty heap on the sheets. The war would carry on. No one would ever pen an aria of anger over Rob’s death or even take note. There would be no valedictory farewell speeches or books written to mark his passing. No one would record the personal tragedy of these two young people. No eloquent tirade would appear in the New York Times. Yet they had this special moment together—and no one could ever take that away. Rob somehow found the energy to move Ronnie’s head. He shifted her face. He leaned forward bending his neck to kiss the tip of her nose. She was unused to this tenderness. Her husband had never done any of this with her. She blushed and brushed his cheek with her hand. They had said things and done things neither had ever expected. Now they were in uncharted intimate and deep waters. Ronnie kissed her lover’s chin and ran her fingers languidly through his tousled brown hair. Their eyes connected and both smiled. She traced her hails down his neck admiring the curves of his hard male body. She wanted all of him to her self. “Just stay. Sleep with me.” With that they drifted off into sleep in each other’s arms. They were both content in a way neither had ever been in their entire lives. To be together, to be one with another person, allowed them a new peaceful sleep. Soon enough, in a few weeks in fact, Rob would be leaving for Fort Polk in ...
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