Just One Drink by Charlotte Sloan Page B

then, and cleaned me off, and the two of us exited the shower, scarcely able to keep off of one another as we dried ourselves off, and snuck away to the bedroom with bath towels scarcely covering our privates- as though somehow we thought we might offend Bandit with our nudity on the way through.
    Once inside, Danny's cock was still too drained from that first ejaculation to perform immediately, and so instead I settled happily for allowing him to go down on me, dipping his head between my warm, naked thighs, and sucking on my wet pussy like candy.
    His tongue twisted and lapped through the floral folds in that special way he had of doing so, and it was every bit as good as it had been during our first time together- if not even more so.
    Soon, I was trembling with an orgasm of my own, crushing his head with my legs as I shot through the roof with climax, and then slowly drifting back down, my body twitching on the bed, and my eyes lighting up as I spotted Danny sporting an erection, ready and willing to be pushed into my body once again.
    I opened my body up for him, splaying myself wide and inviting him over to me, with an inviting look in my bedroom eyes that could not have made my intentions clearer. Accordingly, he climbed up onto me, mounting my body like an animal, and I loved his heat, his clambering weight on top of me, and I could feel itself awakening something primal inside me.
    He was preparing to penetrate me, to slide into my pussy and fuck away. I was beginning to burn with want for him at the simple touch of his cock at my opening.
    Jesus how I loved the feeling of him going up inside me.
    He began to pound me, to take me harder than he ever had before, and my body rang with sensation, filled up by his immensity as he thrust himself repeatedly into me, and yet I felt incapable of getting enough, wanting more and more with each progressive thrust, every nerve in my body on fire with sensations.
    And finally, after so long of this, he began to cum once again, filling me up with his seething essence, and causing me to burst with orgasm, harder and more thorough than I'd ever before had the pleasure of experiencing it, my spine arching and my nerves glowing as I shot through the roof, our reunion as thorough and as beautiful as I could ever have hoped it to be.
    At last, then, he pulled out of me, wrapping my weary, sweat-soaked body in his arms, and the two of us kissing for some time, until at last we found ourselves drifting off gradually into sleep. And somehow, through the words were never spoken, I knew that our lives would never again be pulled apart as they had been in the past, and that the man I loved was now here to stay.
    *****
     
     
     
    THE END
     

Perfect Fight
    Chapter 1
    The room was quiet.  There were occasional beeps that would sound, filling the silence momentarily, but then the room would become silent again.  The walls of this room were white and emotionless.  The ceiling provided no saving grace for the patients who stared at it throughout the night, praying for a miracle. 
    Cassandra Pavone found herself in this room, her head resting on the bed.  She was exhausted from the countless hours spent at the hospital.  In recent weeks she was in and out of St. Mary’s Hospital visiting her father who was slowly wasting away in the late stages of cancer. She hated his room almost as much as she hated the disease that was slowly taking her father away from her.  He was nothing more than skin and bones now.  Cassandra could hardly recognize him.
    But she was asleep now and in her dreams, her father was still young and youthful.  He was the man she remembered when she was ten.  A strong man with multiple MMA belts hanging in his room, a tribute to his impressive fighting career.  She remembered him teaching her how to fight.  She remembered sitting on his shoulders to better see the fights he took her to.  It was this man she remembered as she dreamt, not the cancer patient that now