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The Aftermath

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Broken but rescued

The Aftermath I left him. I shouldn't talk about it but after a while. Well, it just waits for an outlet you know. Would you like to be my outlet? It's a good story. He was asleep, and I was hurting. Every time was worse, harder, till I was crazy with agony and fear. I walked out the door in sweats and a thin tee. I knew exactly where I was going. 3AM was a bad time to walk in our neighborhood but I didn't care anymore. All I wanted was the drugs. It wasn't far. My salvation wasn't far. The lights were on inside but the porch was dark. I climbed up the steps aching in every place possible, trapped in a body, in a world I could never escape. But my mind was another matter. That could escape for a while. I sat down in the old wicker chair with the ratty 70s green cushion. It was then that I saw her. Slowly out of the dark came the wispiest woman I could currently imagine. She swayed as she walked and her short blonde hair feathered in the breeze. She handed me my desires. All desire to kick disappeared in the face of pain and torment with no end. You look like you need them. How bad was it? Do you need to be checked. Maybe you could nail his ass. No. It would just happen again. They wouldn't keep him long, and there are other considerations. I'll take it for now. Just, let me dull the pain and float off for a while. Isn't it just going to happen again anyway? Yeah. But my kids don't have to know. Ah. The pain was starting to recede and I was watching blurring stars when she knelt down in front of me. How about I make it good for you? I won't touch you at all unless you ask me to. All I want is you naked so I can gauge your reactions. Deal? I was blissed out now, and only my one torn nipple still hurt. I nodded yes. She pulled my clothes off gently and even in the dark she gasped. How long? Eternities She stepped back, pulling her short dress off over her head, ruffling her gossamer hair again. She looked like a fairy. The moon lit her from the side and she glowed. She slid her thong to the floor and reached back to unhook her bra with one hand. It slipped down her shoulders and she draped it over the porch rail. Ethereal she reached her hands high in the air and did a little pirouette allowing me to notice her slim back and the trail of tiny tattoo flowers that meandered across it. I reached out one perfect finger and knowing what I wanted she turned her back to me and sank to her knees. I traced them. All of them maybe, they were fluttering around slowly, delicately, like they were falling through the air in a breeze. I tried to catch them but they evaded me. On her knees she turned to face me. She bowed her face so low that it was almost on the ground and then, rolling her alabaster shoulders, she slowly drew herself back up to look at me. Her emerald eyes held heat. Long slender fingers slid up into her hair, mussing it seriously this time, and each strand was a tiny flame. But her hands dripped down her neck the way I wished I would be touched. I remembered long ago days, but I pushed them from my mind. I leaned my head back giving permission and felt a rainbow of colors slip down my throat. She barely touched me, I forgot how to breathe. But she quickly took a small step back and continued her journey. Fingers walking down the length of her body to her toes as she sank slowly down to the night sky, which must have been the floor. Her full fawn-soft breasts touched my knees as she sank and she moaned her own pleasure. I could feel her desire radiating to me in waves. It's was addicting. I wanted more. I moved slowly in a luscious motion drawing my knees against her nipples and her groans of ecstasy lit a fire deep inside me that I thought had gone out forever. But she was taking nothing, only allowing me to give if I chose. What I chose. She spread her legs and her hands ran from her ankles to her pussy in long fluid motions over and over and over, one starting as the other finished. First on the left, then the right. She only touched herself but I could feel it, and I was wearing a clean body that would not feel pain at those touches. She had glittering white hair between her legs, like feather fluff and tiny diamonds. She twisted it around one finger, put a another in her mouth and then danced it over her clit and sank it into herself. The heat that was smouldering in me suddenly flickered into flame. I could not open my own legs without allowing pain back in, shattering the trance, and somewhere my mind knew that and held me in check despite my desires. So I watched as she picked up a gold marker and drew on the soft insides of her thighs. Hearts and stars and flowers and butterflies, till she was aching, till I was aching. Sliding her fingers into herself again she pushed and pulled and I watched her clit swell and felt flames shooting through me and that perfect body. She was waiting for me, holding back. So she stood, rested against the porch and began again. I felt my own hands gingerly brushing the small soft part of my stomach and the flames reached higher. Suddenly she let go of the rail and cupped her left breast, and then the right, and rolled her nipples one at a time over the palm of her hand. The stars were close enough to touch, and so was she. I allowed myself this one pleasure. She stayed perfectly still where she was and barely breathed. I reached out and touched her sliding my finger over her clit and watching her shiver in release. Tilting my head back I offered her my throat. She kissed it so gently, leaving no pain but only pleasure, and I found myself flying up to those stars like a fountain of beauty released from my soul. My cage disappeared and my fear was for another day. I lay there in my chair, allowing her to check my body over and ever so gently wash me clean. Everywhere her hands touched me they left trails of fairy dust and as I drifted off I saw her wings. And then, it was gone and my illusive sleep overcame me. Her name was Jasmine. And we met again, in the rain. But that's a story for another day.

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