I was a bit surprised on returning home after spending many months of my life convalescing in the burn unit at Pleasant Valley Medical. I feel, and look like a new woman, no trace remains of that horrible night, at least physically. My surprise was brought on by my husbands affectation. He told me he did it for me, so that I would not feel badly being "stuck" with a much older husband. I laughed at him, I told him I did not care how much older he was than I. The love I fell into with him as a teen, I did so with open eyes knowing full well the price I would have to pay for having loved an adult in later years. I wonder though, if that was his true reason, or if he grew tired of waiting for my return. I would not blame him a bit, I know how lonely my bed got in the hospital on those cold, sterile nights.
No Matter I told him, lose the toupee, and find something decent to wear to remind me of the man I married, while I try to find something that still fits to remind you of WHY... you married me.
Now there is the man I love I thought to myself as I walked down the stairs. Not some disco prowling floozie hunter with a squirrel on his head. I couldn't help myself, he just looked so sexy, I jumped into his arms and rubbed his bald pate telling him that it was a symbol of virility and he should wear it with honor. We talked for hours, though we had been in constant contact throughout my ordeal, much of our communications have been over the phone. I had been in isolation for a very long time to lessen the chance of infection to my open, bleeding skin. A bubble baby, in essence, here I was a grown woman and not allowed physical contact with those I loved, when emotionally, I had needed it most.
I felt the need for that to change, soon, building inside me, but for now it just felt good to hold and talk with him. It was the little things I missed most. Dirk had grown at least 5 inches in my absence. Darren told me how the "love of his life" appeared to be fading as all teen loves do just as I had told him it would when he called me in panic the night he had walked in to find them half naked in our bed. The little things mean so much more to me now, I suppose brushing shoulders with the reaper will do that to a sim. I was growing tired, but along with it, my need was growing at pace. Darren sensed I believe, my fatigue and offered a backrub to soothe my weary bones. I gratefully accepted, I had yearned for the touch of my husbands expert hands for so long now...
When he finished I turned to face him and found myself in the embrace my body needed. Every nerve seemed to come alive with sensation, instead of the pain that had been my constant companion. Then, gently at first, and more passionately as he sensed my hunger, he kissed me. It lasted for hours, or so it seemed to me. When we broke, still in his arms I smiled at him and said remind me that I am a woman kind sir. With that he picked me up and carried me up the stairs to our bed.
As we got to the room I asked him to put me down. I slowly started removing my clothes, piece by frilly piece. I heard the intake of his breath, and smiled, I knew then I still possessed what I needed to drive his passion. I stood before him in only my heels and asked if it was worth waiting for. He kissed me tenderly and then while our lips still touched he said he would have taken me no matter how I looked. Helping him out of his clothes, then as I turned for the bed, he held my hand and asked if he could have this dance.
He could not have said anything else to turn me on more at that moment, I had reached the pinnacle. Knowing my love for dance, he had given me the two things I had missed the most with one action, himself, and the dance. We swayed and swirled and dipped and twirled, my heart beating the rhythm only we two shared. The dance stood aside then, yielding the floor to my passion and need as I sought him out, and pulled him into my yearning body.
We danced and swayed until my legs could not. He picked me up then, maintaining our union as he brought my legs full circle to his hips. He carried me like that and continued our dance with an added thrusting which I aided and abetted in my hunger and need. With exhaustion approaching we finally collapsed onto the bed, he still within my now quivering form. He started to withdraw, sensing my state, but my body still needed its great release. I tightened my grip, with the strength left in my thighs and whispered into his ear, take me now, please I beg you.
With that the stallion I remembered returned and thrust into me with the white-capped fury of a mountain stream. When it came, my release followed that stream as my cries echoed into the night. I felt him take my cue and with one last thrust impaled his massive hammer deeply into me filling this willing receptacle with the stuff of life.
As we separated I rose from the bed to put on my pajamas and prepare for sleep thinking he had given freely the gift of life for myself this eve. I only hope it is enough to start another life, within mine own. Time will tell, and now at last I can say that I am glad I am here to see it.
