A Good Night's Sleep

I am Jake and I'd give anything for a good night's sleep.    
     
But, my darkness and depravity continues. It grows with the passing of time. I can push it down but, like a boiling pot, eventually my evil side can’t be denied.    
     
Nightmare thunderstorms with relentless tear-filled rains increase. I’m pelted during the night by the tears of those who grieve for those I release. I see the faces of those who’ve given pleasure before ceasing to exist.      
     
After a fitful night, a cloud smelling of sacred incense settled on my bed. Chains rattled at my feet as a scratchy voice proclaimed, “You are chosen to release the suffering. You will only find release in releasing others. I will give you the power of attraction to help you accomplish your task.”      
     
After dressing in my business best, I took a bus to downtown. The cloud spirit had said it would show me my mark.      
     
She appeared quickly, a small lady window shopping with the look of curiosity in her face. She had dark hair, light green eyes, and a classic Roman nose. She greeted strangers walking by with a tender smile. I was smitten.    
     
She entered the store and asked to see the music box in the window. I entered and stood close to the door to hear Beauty and The Beast playing lullaby style.      
     
“It’s perfect,” she said, reaching into her purse. “Can you wrap it as a birthday gift. It’s for my niece.”      
     
I chimed in, “It is beautiful,” even though I’d heard a sour note    
     
“I’ve seen the movie with my niece. She’ll love it,” said the lady, obviously carrying a child of her own.      
     
“Congratulations on your niece and your new addition,” I said and she smiled.      
     
“Thank you. We waited so long to have kids. There was college, then career, and when we finally settled down to have our family when life threw me another curve.”      
     
I could tell from her expression that I shouldn’t pry. But thought, what wonderful shape she was in, even this late.    
     
“I’m not usually this forward, but may I buy you a coffee?” I heard myself ask, realizing the cloud’s power of attraction also gave me confidence.      
     
“That would be nice,” she said, so we walked down the street to a coffee shop. It was abuzz with life and loud conversations all around.      
     
In the next hour, we laughed a lot. She told me her name was Klara and it meant, “clear.” Her daughter’s name was to be Stella, for “star.” She told me of her recent divorce and the difficulties they'd had. Klara shared her opinion that their problems were mostly due to their active sex lives during their teen years. She told me about the bed and furniture she'd gotten for her baby's nursery and that this was her first child. She'd used the pill as a teen.    
   
My head was spinning when she said, "Would you like to come over and see the nursery?"    
   
“Yes, I’d love to see.”      
     
So, here I was in Klara’s apartment, pretending to love what she’d done with the little corner she called a nursery.      
     
That attraction thing kicked in quickly and we were embraced. After a few minutes of nice kissing, I asked if I might take a photo of her tummy. To my surprise, she said, “I’d love to have a copy. I’ll be right back.”      
     
She darted to the bathroom and returned nude and posed on the bed where I took my photo as a souvenir of this special time.    
     
It was time to see if Klara was going to provide momentary relief from the demons that haunted me. She wasted no time in proving effective.      
     
Her nimble fingers quickly lowered my pants and she went to work on my firmness. I touched her cute Roman nose with my finger and she looked up at me, making my blood rush as her lips and tongue did their work. After 4-5 presses into her mouth, she’d pull me and lick my balls while stroking before putting me right back in. This pattern continued for several minutes.      
     
I rested my hands on her head and felt her warmth, the life and memories of 27 years pulsing through her mind as she gave me indescribable pleasure. I got dizzy thinking of the richness contained right there between my hands, her full life of experience housed only inches from my cock now.      
     
After several minutes standing next to Klara’s bed, she looked up with gleaming earnest young eyes, “Will you fuck me?” Her directness startled me. I thought how naïve she must be to bring an unknown man into her home. It was a mistake that would have consequences.      
     
She didn’t wait for an answer but rolled back and over onto her stomach and raised her ass high in the air. I didn’t need an engraved invitation and pressed myself into her moist warmth.      
     
Her ass! God, her ass! It was beautiful from this vantage point and revealed her shape as the small of her back descended to the bed where her face was turned to the side, eyes peaking back at me, and smiling.      
I rubbed my hands all over her back to feel her smooth warmth. Small beads of sweat began to form in the center of her back, only slightly wetting my fingers.      
     
Klara raised her head and rolled over to spread her legs. Her stomach spread and flattened somewhat as she reached out to lead me inside.    
 
That moment of entry into her treasured place was magic. Her warmth enveloped me and pressed firmly against my bone. She locked her feet behind the small of my back as I pushed in and out, rocking her on the bed. It made me flush hot knowing Stella must be feeling her mother’s rocking. Klara seemed to be in another place, eyes rolling gently up and back, filled with happy tears.      
     
“It’s been so long,” she finally whispered.      
     
“God, you’re amazing,” I said between breaths.      
     
She smiled and I felt her hands pressing my ass bringing me into her deeper. I desperately wanted her to orgasm before beginning my evil task, so I held firm and continued kissing her deeply.      
     
I felt the wetness from my chest as her breasts rubbed me in rhythm, rocking her a few inches with each push. Her neck glistened with small beads of sweat. I kissed her neck for the taste of salt from her life.      
     
Klara’s dark hair had been up earlier in a bow but was now spread across her pillow and I saw her eyes rolling back as the expression of ecstasy rolled across her face. I felt the butterfly quivers of her legs against my sides as she must have been entering a state of orgasm.      
     
I raised high still pressing into her and planted my hands on her neck and squeezed firmly. Her eyes came back to reality in surprise mixed with elation and a tentative smile. For a moment she seemed to think I was just getting kinky.      
     
As I squeezed harder, her smile vanished and she screamed silently. Her mouth formed words though I couldn’t make them out. I heard nothing more than the hissing of hair in her throat and the bed noises of her legs as they struggled.      
     
She arched her back and tried to push me off but I was firmly planted and still pushed deep inside. I thought of Stella and wondered if she sensed her mother’s panic.    
     
As Klara’s slender fingers clawed at my arms, drawing blood, I could feel her weakening. Finally, her hands that had only minutes before stroked my glistening cock, now slid down my arms, almost affectionately as she surrendered to her fate. I saw it in her eyes, too, an earnest sadness at all that she was losing.      
     
I whispered, “I’m doing this for you. Releasing you into eternity.” As I said the words, I thought of her ex-husband and all he was losing in this moment.      
     
Her eyes didn’t change until they finally became glassy and her body became totally limp.    
     
I pressed my ear to her chest and heard only silence where there had been rhythm for more than 27 years. I rested my hands on her stomach to feel the faint movements of a Stella as her supply of oxygen lessened.      
     
Then I felt myself coming inside of Klara. The elation must have been courtesy of the evil cloud, because I’d not felt such a thrill, arching into Klara’s silent body as she gently moved, almost lifelike,to my thrusts. I fell into her cooling breasts as my final streams shot into her body to begin their vain search for life.      
     
I left Klara’s apartment on an emotional high that defied any understanding of the reality of what had just occurred. On one level, I knew what I had done that evening. On another level, I knew I had no choice in the matter.      
     
I wound Klara's music box and then left to the soft sound of Beauty & The Beast. That night I slept well.