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Feelin' The Love
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Feelin' The Love chapter four Feelin' The Love For a few moments it was darker then dark. Tim had no exterior senses what so ever. It was like being in a deprivation tank. He could hear, nothing, he could see nothing, he could smell nothing. He couldn't even feel the weight of his body. He didn't feel himself slow down, or come to a stop. Appearing before him was a beautiful, well built woman, and a handsome, well built man. They wore lots of jewelery. That's all, just lots of rings, chains and bracelets. Each held a golden goblet, covered with gemstones and intricate designs. As Tim observed, like before, another Tim approached the couple “We are here to please you my lord. Have us do as you will.”they offered. Tim looked around for the Spirit, and was surprised to find the large Skull, there, floating in mid air, directly behind him. “Where am I, and who are they?” Tim demanded. Looking around but seeing only them, an ornate bed, and a dozen pillows circling a plush rug. No walls, no doors, nothing but them and black. The Skull simply nodded. The other Tim in the scene, looked them over saying.”I paid good money for you new people to do as I command. I expect to get my moneys worth. I expected the woman to be a transgender. It was then the light around the actors brightened, and her extra benefits became obvious. There between her legs was a good sized cock. “That's what I'm talkin' about. Let's get started, shall we.” The future Tim had them disrobe, and wash him. They finished drying him when he told them something the real Tim couldn't hear. As he watched, it became obvious he had a serious unexplored kink. He watched as Tim took a cock in each hand. At first he caressed them slowly stroking them, feeling the blood from each of them throbbing in their cocks, making them larger and harder. He looked like he was enjoying the control of making them firm up. His to sex slaves kissed him on his shoulders, across to his neck. Then taking turns kissing him on the mouth. Simultaneously they nibbled on his nipples, while playing with his balls and firming cock. Soon they moved to the bed. They laid him down and kissed him all over, for head to toes. Never ignoring his hard cock. They rugged and kissed his body until he guided their heads toward his throbbing meat. They took turns hiding his little head in their mouths, while the other one ran their tongue up and down the length of his staff, only to suck on his balls. “Its time for our special act” he ordered the T-Gurl. “I suck on you, while you suck me, while he fucks me. Lay down on your back. You, get ready to fuck me.” He demanded of the man. A big wide smile came across the man's face when he said,”Yes Master, with pleasure. He waited for Tim and the T-Gurl to get in position. Jacking off kept him stiff until Tim gave him the word. The woman reversed herself on the bed, so her head was beneath Tim's hanging dick. She raised her knees, spreading her legs giving Tim plenty of sucking room. Tim wriggled around until he felt comfortable. Legs spread, not to far, making it difficult to be properly fucked yet not too close as to prevent her from giving him exquisite head. She gripped his waist, pulling him into position. Putting his little head in her mouth, she began sucking. With a look or sheer content, he dove face first between her legs. His mouth aiming for her male appendage. Bulls-eye! Her cock disappeared into his mouth, all of it. His big head began bobbing up and down. The strong handsome man, with a sizable dick, squirted some oil on Tim's ass making sure some of it drizzled into his crack. Then with tender strokes he ran his fingers up and down Tim's ass crack. With one hand he spread the cheeks, the other oil covered fingers found the waiting ass hole. Gently he probed the hole, not wanting to cause any pain. Pain was not part of this fantasy. First one finger, then two, then three, then. The hole was ready, so was he. The man pivoted to situate himself directly behind Tim. He placed his dick at the outside of the asshole, giving a strong push with his hips penetrated Tim. Tim stopped sucking to yell, an Emphatic “YESS! Like that.” Then resumed sucking. The man's dick sank deeper and deeper with every thrust. Soon you could hear Tim's ass slapping against the man. Tim was more then enjoying himself. After about five minutes, Tim came, and she swallowed. Then she came, and Tim swallowed. He sucked her dry, then let her cock drop from his mouth. He kept repeating, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Come inside me, don't pull out. I command you.” A minute later the man shot his load into Tim's ass. Tim had another orgasm as he did so. The woman moved. Tim fell onto the bed totally spent. “Why do you show me such a good time Spirit? It's just sex, the way I like it. No emotion, no like or love, just unbridled sex.” The Spirit did not answer, but the scene went dark as the gaping jaws closed once again around Tim. When light returned to illuminate a new scene, it was confusing, to say the least. Two doctors and a nurse stood there. “I'm not sure how to inform him, he's contracted a new uncontrollable strain of HIV and is going to die a painful death, soon.”the one doctor said. “First the tranny died, then the bi-guy, we need to find out who patient number one is, and how many people this man has doomed to die, because he wasn't practicing safe sex. If he had only loved life, and loved his sex partners, he would have protected himself.” Then came the announcement over the intercom. “Code blue room 417, code blue room 417.” The voice rang out. “That's his room doctors, we'd better hurry.” The nurse warned. As they ran into the darkness. The scene vanished, as a new one appeared near it. It was a morgue, and the coroner had just covered the face of the dead man laying on the table. He turned to his assistant saying. “I wonder how many innocent victims he's sentenced to death? His kind don't appreciate how precious life is. It's one thing to not love oneself, and another not to love the lives of others. A large boney hand with a green glow appeared , floating near the deceased body, pointing to it's head. Tim knew what the Spirit wanted him to do. He neared the dead body and began reaching to lower the sheet from the man's face, to see if he recognized him. “I can't Spirit, I try but I'm afraid it may be me, in this unfortunate situation. Please tell me Spirit. Are these scenes you show me, the way things are going to be, or the way things might be? If I am unable to alter the future, why show me? I have learned my lesson, take me home. Everything I do, or fail to do, effects so many others.” The great hand grabbed Tim, beginning to squeeze. In the blink of your eye, he stood in front of the devil. Flames surrounded him, and the heat was unbearable. “Mr. Tim Cratchett, I've chosen you to roam the earth to teach people not to Love. You're so very good at it, the best I've seen. You're not Feelin' the love, at all. Even I Love collecting souls to populate my kingdom.” Tim dropped to his knees, screaming. “No, No, I will Love, I will I will I will. I don't want to work for you. Not now, not ever. Spirits, I will change, I have changed. I've learned how important Love is. Take me home, take me home, please.” Then Tim lay down in the fetal position and sobbed. He opened his eyes as the air around him cooled. He found himself curled up on his front porch. Tim rushed into his house, found his cell phone, checking the date and time. 12/25/12 8:14am, showed on the phone screen. It was Christmas day. Crystal was still alive, he could save her, he thought. He felt dizzy and disoriented, stumbling down onto his couch. The sound of church bells ringing in the distance filled his ears. “What a lovely sound, I love it. Why didn't I Love it before?” He stopped thinking for a moment, repeating the thought to himself. “I Love it.” He looked at himself in the mirror over his fireplace, taped on it. It was solid and only he reflected in it. He smiled, he smiled a big smile. Running across the room he pulled open the front door, listening, and looking. Tim heard the sweet chirping of a few birds, he looked at the snow, covering his neighborhood. It was different, he loved the way it glistened and shined. He loved the sound of the birds, the crunching of the snow under the car tires as someone drove by. Tim couldn't help himself, he yelled out.”Merry Christmas, God and I Love you.” It felt good to say that, he thought. Tim hurried back into his home, that used to be a house, went upstairs to get dressed. He thought of all the time he's wasted, not Loving, and of all the things and people he has left to Love, from now on. He was putting his coat on, when he glanced into the mirror again. Inside the mirror his Mother, the Little boy, Moon Doggie, and the Skull were there, all were smiling, even the Skull. Tim nodded in return, smiled back, saying, “LOVE will never be a proverbial four letter word in my life, ever again.” He walked down the hill greeting everyone he he could, telling them how he Loved them, and the day. He stopped in his bookstore a moment, and picked out a book. Wrapped it, walked around the back, up the stairs, then knocked on the back door. Tim had his back to the door when Crystal opened it. She realized who it was, and began closing the door. Tim prevented her from doing so by inserting his arm with the gift between the door and it's frame. “PLEASE, just open this present I got for you, I'll wait out here.”he begged her. It took a few long moments, but her curiosity got the best of her, she took the gift from his hand. Tim retrieved his arm, the door slamming. He waited for what seemed like an hour. During that time he remembered the inscription he'd written in the book. It read: YOUR LIFE IS PRECIOUS, PRESERVE IT, DON'T SNUFF IT OUT, LOVE YOUR LIFE p.s. Rent free from now on, a job in the book store, Mother taken care of, redecorating appartment As he waited, he observed the world around him with new eyes, and a new heart. He heard the door open. Crystal stood there, motioning for him to enter. “Do you really mean it?”she asked. Tim, with his head hug low, his hands clasped together answered her.”Yes and more, yes with all my heart. That and whatever else it takes I..I..I'm...Sorry, please forgive a stupid man who didn't know what Love was, until very early this morning.” “Would you like some coffee?”she asked. “I'd love some, thank you. I'd really Love some.” “Don't worry, not today. I Love this day to much.”she said. Crystal turned, dropped the book on the table. The bright sun shining through the window struck the book, making it seem to glow. The book was yellow with black print. The title: HOW TO LOVE a dummies handbook. Merry Christmas, and happy and safe holidays to you all. I love all of you. Serina T. good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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...always so weird to get turned on like that, then learn a life lesson, lol. Great story babe, keep them coming! You have a happy holidays yourself hun - I hope it's all you can hope for.
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Woooooooooooooooooooooooowsers! I love the way you spin these stories, Serina!  Happy Holidays, my friend!  {=}
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