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Entering Her Darkness (story and poem)
Backstory
It’s interesting what you learn in the elevator at my apartment complex, especially if you have conversational charm, courtesy of God’s left-hand man. On Friday, I met Tina, a new lady who moved in on the floor above me. She was 34, divorced, and the mother of three. Her ex-husband was a doctor who went for younger women. Her three kids are all in their lower to mid-20s and on their own.
After riding the extra floor up, I got off, and we talked in the hallway. I said, “I like to play chef and cook for others. Would you let me prepare a meal for you Sunday evening at your place or mine?”
Tina laughed, “My apartment is filled with boxes. I’ll come to your place. What time?”
That was it. This charm gift is so easy. I did worry about her, knowing her life was in disarray right now and her future unsure. Would there be a clear judgment for her? One thing I knew for sure. I was going to get to know her intimately on Sunday night if at all possible.
Sunday at 6, I met Tina at her apartment and walked her down to mine. She was impressed with the meal, and we visited for a couple of hours over two glasses of wine.
I was apprehensive about her now because she seemed so authentic and kind. Since her divorce two months before, she’d not dated at all. Her husband was spreading himself all over the community.
“It sucks when men don’t recognize what they have in a woman. I think you’re beautiful.” She was. Her blonde hair and brown eyes shined in the candlelight. Her shoulders were smooth and silky. Her light dress draped beautifully over her breasts.
The next thing I knew, our lips were locked, and we embraced. I felt blood rushing to my gifted area, but didn’t want to rush this. Tina’s tongue was smooth and passionate, and I felt hot air rushing against my face from her perfectly shaped nose.
“That was nice,” she said. I agreed and asked if she’d like to sit on the couch. After several minutes of kissing, I thought I might be getting signals that she wanted more. I stood and took her hand, walking boldly into my bedroom. She followed. Once there, she began disrobing quietly. Satan’s magnetism was quite a gift.
Speaking of gifts, Tina couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock, now standing at attention and ready for action. She knelt and began to lick me, then inserted it in her mouth while rubbing the long sides with her soft, manicured hands. I wondered if she’d had any sex since her divorce the way she devoured me. Her skin was flush red with excitement.
She looked up, “Please fuck me,” she said in a sweet, innocent voice that could have been one of my school teachers growing up. She laid back on the bed and led me inside with her hands.
I entered into her. As I felt the warm cavern of joy, I thought of her three children who entered life thought this portal. I thought of her husband and others who might have visited these beautiful depths.
Tina moaned with pleasure and raised her knees as I gently pressed in and out. Even with my size, I slid easily, and the electricity was building. Which way would the judgment go? What was the destiny of her soul? I already feared that I knew because of her sweet voice and kind personality. She was probably best poised to enter her eternity now as opposed to waiting to enter a downward spiral.
Tina got on top. As we continued, I had a vision and saw her future filled with depression, sorrow and loss.
The Task
I entered into a place of peace while thrusting deep inside of Tina
She arched her back above me as if in prayer
I heard her whisper, “Thank you, Lord, for this amazing love.”
Her warmth and kind spirit surrounded me and lifted me
I felt oneness with her body and spirit in those moments
Her life was at a softhearted place now, perfect for a graceful exit
Her children loved her, and she loved them
They felt pride for each other, not loss and distress
Her beauty bounced ecstatically against my flesh as my task revealed itself
Satan's voice came to me, “Ending her now will free her.”
I reached to caress her swaying face
“Do you want to be free?” I asked.
Her voice quivered, “Yes, it’s happening!”
Her eyes narrowed as she entered orgasm
A few moments later I felt myself coming, and she sensed it perfectly
She rolled off of me, and I knelt over her face.
Her eyes were filled with longing. “Come on my face,” she said
The rush began at the back of my head and down my spine
Exiting my devil’s cock in streams of warmth
Tina smiled as the cum shot over her face
Looking directly into my eyes as my load continued
Her eyes widened, and she giggled as more pulses jetted across her brows
God, I had my answer!
It was time
Tina didn’t know I reached under the mattress as we kissed
She softly moaned as I thrust the razor sharpness under her sternum
I knew she had no idea what just happened
My blade invaded her darkness as smooth as my cock had earlier
After the initial insertion, I used the upward pull I learned in Iraq
To slice chambers that pulsed continuously for over thirty-four years
Her body lunged up slightly and I heard her gasp
Her head raised with hurt, wide eyes
“What have you done?” She winced to one side
“I’m ending your pain. Enter your rest.”
Her confused eyes narrowed and then began to cloud
Her head suddenly fell back to the mattress
My knife still held the arc in her back as blood flowed across her stomach
Her breasts were beautiful.
I lowered her slowly down while kissing each of them
I then kissed her lips, thinking of my sperm still bristling with life on her face
She was at peace.
“You’ve done well,” I heard a voice say. “I will reward you at the burial,” the voice said with a laugh As Tina entered eternal rest, I was sad but had the satisfaction of knowing she left me with her best
It’s interesting what you learn in the elevator at my apartment complex, especially if you have conversational charm, courtesy of God’s left-hand man. On Friday, I met Tina, a new lady who moved in on the floor above me. She was 34, divorced, and the mother of three. Her ex-husband was a doctor who went for younger women. Her three kids are all in their lower to mid-20s and on their own.
After riding the extra floor up, I got off, and we talked in the hallway. I said, “I like to play chef and cook for others. Would you let me prepare a meal for you Sunday evening at your place or mine?”
Tina laughed, “My apartment is filled with boxes. I’ll come to your place. What time?”
That was it. This charm gift is so easy. I did worry about her, knowing her life was in disarray right now and her future unsure. Would there be a clear judgment for her? One thing I knew for sure. I was going to get to know her intimately on Sunday night if at all possible.
Sunday at 6, I met Tina at her apartment and walked her down to mine. She was impressed with the meal, and we visited for a couple of hours over two glasses of wine.
I was apprehensive about her now because she seemed so authentic and kind. Since her divorce two months before, she’d not dated at all. Her husband was spreading himself all over the community.
“It sucks when men don’t recognize what they have in a woman. I think you’re beautiful.” She was. Her blonde hair and brown eyes shined in the candlelight. Her shoulders were smooth and silky. Her light dress draped beautifully over her breasts.
The next thing I knew, our lips were locked, and we embraced. I felt blood rushing to my gifted area, but didn’t want to rush this. Tina’s tongue was smooth and passionate, and I felt hot air rushing against my face from her perfectly shaped nose.
“That was nice,” she said. I agreed and asked if she’d like to sit on the couch. After several minutes of kissing, I thought I might be getting signals that she wanted more. I stood and took her hand, walking boldly into my bedroom. She followed. Once there, she began disrobing quietly. Satan’s magnetism was quite a gift.
Speaking of gifts, Tina couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock, now standing at attention and ready for action. She knelt and began to lick me, then inserted it in her mouth while rubbing the long sides with her soft, manicured hands. I wondered if she’d had any sex since her divorce the way she devoured me. Her skin was flush red with excitement.
She looked up, “Please fuck me,” she said in a sweet, innocent voice that could have been one of my school teachers growing up. She laid back on the bed and led me inside with her hands.
I entered into her. As I felt the warm cavern of joy, I thought of her three children who entered life thought this portal. I thought of her husband and others who might have visited these beautiful depths.
Tina moaned with pleasure and raised her knees as I gently pressed in and out. Even with my size, I slid easily, and the electricity was building. Which way would the judgment go? What was the destiny of her soul? I already feared that I knew because of her sweet voice and kind personality. She was probably best poised to enter her eternity now as opposed to waiting to enter a downward spiral.
Tina got on top. As we continued, I had a vision and saw her future filled with depression, sorrow and loss.
The Task
I entered into a place of peace while thrusting deep inside of Tina
She arched her back above me as if in prayer
I heard her whisper, “Thank you, Lord, for this amazing love.”
Her warmth and kind spirit surrounded me and lifted me
I felt oneness with her body and spirit in those moments
Her life was at a softhearted place now, perfect for a graceful exit
Her children loved her, and she loved them
They felt pride for each other, not loss and distress
Her beauty bounced ecstatically against my flesh as my task revealed itself
Satan's voice came to me, “Ending her now will free her.”
I reached to caress her swaying face
“Do you want to be free?” I asked.
Her voice quivered, “Yes, it’s happening!”
Her eyes narrowed as she entered orgasm
A few moments later I felt myself coming, and she sensed it perfectly
She rolled off of me, and I knelt over her face.
Her eyes were filled with longing. “Come on my face,” she said
The rush began at the back of my head and down my spine
Exiting my devil’s cock in streams of warmth
Tina smiled as the cum shot over her face
Looking directly into my eyes as my load continued
Her eyes widened, and she giggled as more pulses jetted across her brows
God, I had my answer!
It was time
Tina didn’t know I reached under the mattress as we kissed
She softly moaned as I thrust the razor sharpness under her sternum
I knew she had no idea what just happened
My blade invaded her darkness as smooth as my cock had earlier
After the initial insertion, I used the upward pull I learned in Iraq
To slice chambers that pulsed continuously for over thirty-four years
Her body lunged up slightly and I heard her gasp
Her head raised with hurt, wide eyes
“What have you done?” She winced to one side
“I’m ending your pain. Enter your rest.”
Her confused eyes narrowed and then began to cloud
Her head suddenly fell back to the mattress
My knife still held the arc in her back as blood flowed across her stomach
Her breasts were beautiful.
I lowered her slowly down while kissing each of them
I then kissed her lips, thinking of my sperm still bristling with life on her face
She was at peace.
“You’ve done well,” I heard a voice say. “I will reward you at the burial,” the voice said with a laugh As Tina entered eternal rest, I was sad but had the satisfaction of knowing she left me with her best
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