It's
twilight, sometimes the room seems awfully big and sometimes it seems sooo small
that you wonder how you can fit in, the bed has turned full circle now seven
times, and is vibrating gently. It must be the morphine but it all seems so
real. James enters the room, and your heart skips a beat. Is this a fantasy? Or
is it 4 real. "Hello, I heard you were ill so I thought I’d come and
cheer you up", says James with an enigmatic smile on his face. He sits on
the side of your bed, and gently rolls you onto your front, so that he can
massage your back. He starts at your neck, needing gently but firmly with his
powerful fingers, then makes his way down your spine, paying particular
attention to the small of your back and your buttocks. You groan in pleasure
until, completely relaxed, you fall into deep sleep. When you awake it's morning
and a man in a white coat is peering over you.” We seem to be a bit better
this morning", says your doctor. "Mmmmm" you say.
It's
dusk, and the bed has started to move again, you're restless wanting to sleep
but unable to, feeling both hot and cold all at the same times. The door opens
and in walks James. "I've come to give you your bath", he says
smiling. Within moments he has expertly removed your nightdress and is sponging,
warm scented oil enriched water on your neck and breasts, stroking each
individually with his sponge filled hand until your nipples are erect and hard.
He moves down across your stomach, stroking your skin lovingly with his sponge.
He moves down further, plunging his hand and water covered sponge between your
thighs. The sponge starts to massage your clit, and your back arches in
pleasure. His rhythm builds and you can feel his fingers pressing deep within
you through the sponge. You moan in ecstasy as an orgasm washes over you, and
you drift into a contented sleep. "Quite remarkable really, an amazing
recovery", says the doctor, "We'll keep you in one more night, and you
can go home tomorrow”.
It’s
dark outside, the morphine has gone, and the bed is no longer moving. He's not
going to come, you sigh dejectedly, if he came at all. It's past midnight and
you just can't keep your eyes open any longer. Just as you're drifting off the
door opens quietly and James walks over to your bed. "Couldn't let you
leave without saying goodbye", he says gently. Without warning, his mouth
covers yours, and his tongue starts to explore. His passion is intense and
tangible this time, as he quickly removes his clothes and climbs into bed beside
you. His hands explore your breasts, stomach, and your clit, and you can do
nothing to stop him (not that you want to ). Your hands explore his firm chest,
and then wrap themselves round his huge hard cock. There is no denying what you
both want. James covers your body with his, and enters you quickly. The pleasure
is almost unbearable, and you cling to him, whilst he moves in and out. Your
whole body feels like it is about to explode when finally you orgasm together,
and lie contentedly on the bed, as sleep washes over you.
It's
been six months now since your illness and you feel as good as new. You told no
one about James's visits whilst you were in hospital, and have since put them
down to drug induced hallucinations. The Manics have finished their sixth album,
are touring the UK, and you have tickets for tonight’s performance in your
hometown. You get there early to secure your place at the front, the concert is
amazing and you feel sad that there are only two more songs until they end.
James stares in your direction as he walks towards the mic. "This is for
XXXXX, I hope you're feeling better now".