Ozrone Kiss
I could not open my eyes! I could hear my heart beating faster while breathing became harder for me to do. Fear, without warning, enters my soul, taking the sound away from my voice, alone with my sense of smell. I could feel Ozrone standing over me watching my paralyzed body begging for air. His thoughts filled the room like spoken words; telling me not to fight the calling of death. "Surrender dear boy, for the next life will be so much better." Finally, my eyes opened and I could see nothing. His hot hands slowly moved up and down my nude body, bringing my penis to a full erection, which made me feel a sinful kind of shame. He knew what he was doing to me and how his unholy action affected me mentally; it amused him. Without seeing his face I could feel he was smiling at my confused state. The image was so vivid in my mind that I almost went into to shock when I felt his tongue massage the bottom of my feet, or was I already there? I wanted to kick him away but, I could not move. If the truth be told, I don’t think I wanted to move. He French kissed each of my toes as if they had a soul of their own. The sensation took my soul beyond any passion's I could ever imagine. I could feel his eyes on me as he started to use his talented tongue on my legs and inner thighs. I wanted to scream at myself for letting this happen. I wanted to scream at God for not helping me. I wanted to scream at him for making me feel something I would have never went out and did on my own. I wanted to kill him for making me want his touch. Soon his lips pressed against my lips. I could feel his tongue tenderly invading my mouth. He must have cut his tongue with his teeth because I could taste his blood; how delicious it was. The more I drank the easier breathing became. My sense of smell hit me like a lade balloon. What once smelled like something dead to me now smelled fresh as winters air. His body odor took me back to a time when I felt safe living in the world. Before I knew that people could hate others for being different. I felt like a young man of twenty-one, instead of a forty-nine year old man that living has made me. I could feel my bones and muscles becoming stronger. I could feel my skin becoming tighter. My hair started growing where it refused to grow. Not only could I feel it, I could hear it. Ozrone could be nothing more than the fountain of youth. I felt my penis enter his body. The warmth and tightness made me forget that he was a man, I never felt anything like it! I started drinking more of his blood. Soon I was able to move my hips to meet his body movements. I knew I had my eye sight back but I kept my eyes shut in order to keep my mood. Soon he started moving faster… Taking me deeper into his body and into darkness. His love making became too much for my emotions to handle. I started crying tears of joy, I even heard myself tell him I loved him. The last thing I remember was Ozrone whispering in my ear. "You are now a part of me as I am a part of you. The love I have for you no mortal soul will ever experience. You are now a creature of the night and forever will be…" If you would like to reach me about this or any story that I wrote contact: alaighvian@hotmail.com
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