Novel & Cerita Sweet Oblivion Open Your Arms

Mike said, "It's already late, I'm going to sleep." "Okay… Go to sleep then! But could you turn on your GPS?" "I've already turned it off." Mike said bluntly, "I'll turn it back on when you quit your job." Chad snorted and hung up the phone. Three days later, Avery took off the bandages on her eyes. Although the bandages were removed, she seemed to not recognize the world around her. "Avery, how do you feel?" Mike looked into her eyes and asked. "It doesn't hurt so much." She was observing the world with her senses. "I see the world flooded with red light."

I didn't want to be alone. I curled up on the bed to try to get some sleep. The dream of darkness and its embrace came upon me again. I felt myself willingly sinking into the twisted vines that surrounded me, their inky tendrils weaving around my form. Strange satisfaction washed over me as I welcomed the suffocating darkness, allowing it to consume me. My heart pounded with a bizarre excitement, and a wave of ecstasy engulfed my senses. This time, the voice that usually commanded me to scream remained silent.

Sol’s Umballicus-bearing image is sitting on a bed in a room that looks vaguely familiar because of the band posters on the walls. She’s hugging my dusty, stringless acoustic guitar and sobbing piteously. Back on Sub-level 5, I must’ve drunk some of the River Lethe’s water mixed in with the slime of the River Styx because it still takes a moment for me to put two and two together and realize that Sol’s grieving. For me.

"Ahhh... ahhh... nnnnggh... ohhh fuck... yesss... right there..." Her moans were getting louder. She couldn't help it. The feeling of him filling her up in the open air, with the risk of being caught hanging over them, made her blood boil in a strange way. She knew she was being crazy but, somehow, it was a good kind of crazy. She arched her back, her pussy pulsing around him as she started to get wet. "That's it," Armman whispered. He was panting, his eyes narrowed as he watched her face. "Take it all. Show me how much you love your stepson's dick."

I squirmed beneath him, gasping as waves of unfamiliar pleasure crashed over me. My mind went blissfully blank, my body responded eagerly, erection straining hard against the last remnants of my hesitation. I let myself drown in the sensation, breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Shame and excitement twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart, this was wild and consuming, Everything I had secretly fantasized about. Then, without warning, the blindfold was ripped away. I blinked against the sudden light, eyes adjusting slowly. When my vision cleared and focused on the man hovering above me, my entire world shattered.

There was a distinct smudge of grease on my neck that looked suspiciously like a thumbprint. "Define 'decent'," I yelled back. There was a pause. "Stark," Armano groaned, finally opening his eyes. In the dim light filtering through the cracks in the armor, they were grey and bleary. "Just open the door. If he sees something he shouldn't, I’ll shoot him." "I can’t open the door," I said. "The release latch is on your side. I’m pinned." Armano sighed. He shifted, his muscles creaking in protest. He reached out, fumbling for the latch.

Open wide. Lick it clean. Taste how filthy you are. Taste the sharp tang of your own desperation, your own destruction. Suck each finger deep like it’s my cock—swirl your tongue, moan around them. Clean every drop while you stare at the ceiling, tears drying on your cheeks. Good girl. Now collapse. Let your legs fall however they want—splayed open, trembling, useless. Let your breath come in broken sobs—chest heaving, nipples still pulsing with every inhale.

“Now, open your legs and circle your clit with fingers. Rub your slick juices over your throbbing clit, for me Gorgeous..mmmm.” “Yes…mmmm,” Olivia listened well and before I knew it she was panting heavily over the phone. “Good, Beautiful…mmm…I can’t wait….uh…uh….to have you bounce your ass up and down….uh..mmm on my cock…mmm..,” “Fuck…yes…mmmm…I wanna…Tony….fuck you…shit!” She moaned breathlessly. She was close to climax and so was I. I needed to hear her reach her orgasm and wail loudly as she flowed freely from her secret garden.

I push harder. The pain in my arm worsening I cry out again. This time when the voice comes back it sounds sad. “I’m sorry but I have to do this.” She says. White hair sprouts from my arms. I open my mouth to scream but I can’t. My body feels out of reach. I hear my dress taring and my shoes ripping and falling off. Like watching through a window I see the blue spots on my arm bubbling. Everything goes dark. The screeching of nails on glass stabs my eardrums.

“I’m going to take off that blindfold. Then you’re going to fuck me the way you’re fucking your hand right now. And I’m going to slap your arse the way you like it and make you cry my name.” My muscles clenched around my fingers as I cummed hard. It rushed through my body with the force of a tidal wave, throbbing and pulsating. “Thank fuck for that,” I heard Ivan say over the rushing in my ears. The blindfold was whipped from my eyes and I opened them in a haze, closing them again at the brightness of the room. Ivan wrapped his arms around me and lifted me onto him. My knees lied on either side of his hips so I was straddling him, and he grabbed my wrist.