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Love In The Trenches

Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female Domination, Mind Control, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

brushed my teeth with my index finger, taking from her toothpaste. When I stepped back into the room, she was already asleep, snoring lightly. I slipped in under the sheets beside her, still naked. Chapter IV: ‘Breathe! Breathe!’ She was still asleep when I woke up. It was a beautiful and crisp Sunday morning, the sun already high in a cloudless sky. Children were playing down in the street, and cars and trucks were rumbling on the thoroughfare beyond the rail tracks. I kissed her forehead and sat on the bed beside her. For the first time in six months, the heavy cloud of sadness had lifted and I felt light-hearted, almost happy. Was I falling in love? I couldn’t be. I looked at her, sleeping like a baby, murmuring in her sleep. She looked old. The roots of her dyed hair were grey on the crown of her head, and she had fine wrinkles around her puffy eyes. But somehow I found that endearing. I wanted to hug her, rouse her from her sleep and make mad love to her again. I slipped into my boxers and walked into the kitchen. I whipped some eggs into two omelettes, adding cheese and onion and tomato, and brewed fresh coffee. I found some bread to toast and spread the butter on it while it was still warm. When I took it all into the bedroom on a tray, Susan was sitting up in bed, smoking her first cigarette of the day. ‘You’re out of orange juice but I didn’t want to risk going out to buy some. I was afraid you wouldn’t let me back in.’ She pulled me in for a smoky kiss on the lips. ... ‘You’re too sweet.’ We ate and talked. Mostly about the nightlife, about people at the bar and who fucked who and how. After I cleaned up, we lay on the bed and smoked. She stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door open. I heard the sharp hissing women make when they pee, and the roar of the splashing stream inside the toilet bowl. It seemed to go on forever, finally ending in a series of quick squirts. I didn’t hear her wipe, she didn’t flush and came back into the room without washing her hands. ‘Peter?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Do I look old?’ ‘Not really. A little bitter around the mouth. Life does that.’ ‘It hasn’t been easy.’ ‘It never is.’ ‘I’m fifty two. That is old.’ ‘No it isn’t.’ She sat up and looked me in the eyes as if scrutinizing my thoughts. Then she stood up onto the bed, pulled her nightgown off over her head and kneeled beside me. ‘Look at me. Look at my body and tell me if I’m not old.’ I looked at her. Her skin was a porcelain white, even and soft. Her breasts were larger than I remembered from last night, thin wrinkles at the top where the weight stretched the skin, widening and flattening out further down as they rested on her belly. Thin bluish veins criss-crossed the white skin. Her arms were thick, but nicely shaped. Her belly was wide and round and folded over her thighs, hiding her crotch. ‘I like your body. Your skin is so pure and soft. And I have never seen such beautiful breasts.’ ‘You like my breasts?’ She stroked them, pushing them together and releasing ...