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Post by Francis on Mar 13, 2009 12:19:07 GMT -7
I hear shuffles of another person. I hear no screaming, and no pain. Perhaps paul is just doing something. No struggle ensued. I assume we are alright. Feeling my conscious slip away, I awake in the dead of night. I am alone. There is no one around me, and the safe room exit is open. Standing up quickly, I feel my pain return. Wincing from the pain, I feel the ground start to rumble. Strutting in the newly opened exit stands the giant monster that had nearly beaten me earlier. Looking around for a sign of Zoey and the others, I do not see them. In a moments glance the monster is upon me. I am pinned to the wall, and I can feel his fist through me. There is a clan spot now where my ribs used to be. I cannot breathe, and I feel myself slipping into death. That sweet embrace. No more shall I feel pain. Then it hits me. "Zoey!"I cry out! Sitting upwards, I feel her lying beside me once more. Sweat is dripping from my brow, and all is dark. I look to my side, and grasp her hand in mine. Pulling her closer towards me. I see her eyes open and look into mine. She looks tired, and worn out. Grabbing her around the waist, I pull her towards me. Laying on my side, I run my hands down her waist. My firm hands massaging her hips, arms, and shoulders.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 13, 2009 14:49:47 GMT -7
I looked in his deep eyes, studying the harsh lines that graced his face and made him look so angry all the time. Every touch he made on my skin burnt like fire and flew through my body as he pulled me closer, trying to relax my tense muscles. I gave in and pulled my body forward to close the gap that remained between us. My breasts pushed against his solid chest, my hips placed just above his, more so near his belly button. I wrapped my legs around him as a natural reaction and nestled my head underneath his chin. My fingers wound themselves behind his vest and under his shirt, nails gently grazing over the tones muscles that were bruised and sore.
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Post by Francis on Mar 13, 2009 14:53:31 GMT -7
She was nestled in my arms, and I felt her warmth wash over me. It felt nice, but I felt myself wanting more. Daring not to move, the pain would surely be unbareable. Against my will, I felt myself kissing her temple. My facial hair tickling her face. My hands decided to explore. Finding more of her body that I had not intended to find. Her hand was gently massaging my shoulers and back. Before I knew it, her nails were gently scratching me. Cold chills were upon me, and I felt myself press against her body again.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 13, 2009 15:10:32 GMT -7
Paul and a new girl were on the other side of the room, and I was not sure if they could see us, but I had my bets they were sleeping, or well she was sleeping and Paul was in a trance. In any case, when he began kissing my temple I began to squirm a little inside. I knew where this could lead, but Francis was making me feel so wonderful right now. It was like we weren't here. And it felt like we knew each other for a very long time. I tilted my head up and placed a kiss on his lips, which turned in to something very hot. His tongue pushed in to my mouth and prodded against mine, asking for attention. I obliged, toying against his tongue with my own, our lips bruising with the force of contact. I took one hand and gripped the side of his neck to pull him closer even though we were nearly glued together. I squeezed my legs tighter around him, ignoring his bruises, grinding my hips back and forth with only the smallest motion. A hint. I wanted him so badly...
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Post by Paul on Mar 13, 2009 16:28:11 GMT -7
I knew they were going at it. Those two were so........there wasn't even a word for them. It was disgusting though, that much I could say. I took out another cigarette. 5 left now. They were the last ever made. Now, the chances of finding them again were none. I lit it, immersed in the lovely scent in my lungs. Turning my back to them, I looked over to the new found "friend".
Questions formed. He would ask them when she awoke. Already, the girl tried to talk to him to no avail. The message got across regardless. I laughed a bit to myself and drowned in past memories.
I could not wait.
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Post by Francis on Mar 14, 2009 0:19:36 GMT -7
I heard the sound of a cigarette light, but I ignored it. Feeling Zoeys tongue toying with mine. Her hips pressed so hard against mine. I felt the blood redirect it's flow somewhere else. My mind was blank, and full of desire. Without any warning, my hands were in zoey's shirt. Toying with her not erect nipples. They were praying for attention. So I listened to their prayers. Pinching and toying with them, I quickly found myself sucking on them. How her shirt and bra got pulled up I will never know. I then found my hand explore further downwards. Finding her raw opening. It felt hurt from what I had done before. I was prepared to make up for it.
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Rhi is Sexy.
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Post by Kass on Mar 14, 2009 0:51:59 GMT -7
I hear someone screaming inside my head. So many screams. So many people. I've been separated from my brother all over again. I'm trying to move upstream in a sea of people going downstream. I can't tell the infected from the non-infected. All of our faces are contorted. I reach him. His skin is so pale. No spark left in those eyes of his. He can't even manage a smart ass remark. I hold his hand. I tell him I'll help him. That I'll save him. That we'll make it through this.
It's hard lying to someone you love. But at least we both know what it is.
I feel the tears stream down my face. I reach towards his neck. I feel a part of me die and whither away once more.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 14, 2009 1:11:16 GMT -7
I snapped out of my warm feeling to grab his hand and stop him from moving further. I looked towards Paul's back and the new girl laying on the floor in her nightmares. I turned back to Francis. "No..." I whispered and then pushed away, rising to my feet and adjusting my clothes. I lifted Francis on to his feet, picked the locked door to a small office that linked up with the safe room (not, but now is) and led him inside, taking one last look at Paul's back before shutting the door. The office consisted of just a small desk and a chair along with a filing cabinet and a double couch. Francis lay down on the carpeted floor with quite the struggle. I knelt beside him and pulled my bag towards us, pulling out a first aid kit. "I should have probably done this earlier." I mumbled, pushing up his shirt to reveal bruised muscles... rippling muscles that tensed under my fingers. There were barely any flesh wounds, everything seemed more internal. But those would have to heal on their own. There really wasn't much I could do for him. It was quiet between us as I put the kit back in my backpack. His hand moved up to brush hair away from my face and it made me smile. Standing up I lifted myself over him and straddled his waist, leaning over and gently laying on his chest. I could feel how hard he was through the crotch of my pants and it made my face flush, and his name unexpectedly fell from my mouth. "Francis..."
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Post by Francis on Mar 14, 2009 1:17:06 GMT -7
As much effort she put into helping me, there was little she could do for my wounds. None of them were really bleeding. Mostly broken bones, and internal bleeding. I tasted blood in my mouth at first, but the taste was long gone. I felt my body come to a calm. As Zoey straddled me, I felt my bruises and pains, quickly subside. Adrenaline filled my body, and I felt nothing. She layed upon me, and I felt my muscles tense under her light frame. My name escaped her wandering lips, and I felt her kiss my neck. She was gentle, and it felt new to me. Her hands stretched up to grab mine. Her lips moved around my neck. Pushing her hands across my chest, she began to kiss, bite and massage my bruised frame. She was enjoying herself, and I was not about to stop her. No one had moved outside the office, good.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 14, 2009 1:26:22 GMT -7
My lips seemed to have a mind of their own, pushing against his skin, nipping and lightly kissing. I had lifted up his shirt all the way now, brushing aside his vest to get a look of the glorious frame I had seem when we first met. Tattoos littered everywhere, his skin merely a canvas. I licked gently down his collarbone, coming to rest at one of his nipples. Gently I nipped it, then sucked ever so lightly, then returned to nipping, making them stand on end. I rotated my hips slowly, feeling myself become wet underneath my clothing in reaction to feeling the throbbing heat covered by his own clothes. I longed for him. When I rotated he tilted his head back and began to moan. I placed my hand over his mouth to stop him in an urge to keep him quiet. I slipped off my sweater and slowly pulled up my white shirt while I sat on top of him, never stopping my hip motions, sliding the cotton fabric over my bra, not fully taking it off.
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Post by Francis on Mar 14, 2009 10:29:56 GMT -7
Smiling at her, I could tell she was nervous. As nervous as she was, she was also begging for it. Running my hands down her hips, I felt massaging them would be sufficient enough to tease her. Making sure my thumbs dipped into the top of her panties at random times. Teasing and toying with her skin. She was turned on, more so than last time. She seemed to want to take control. I pondered on if I should let her or not.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 14, 2009 18:13:59 GMT -7
Oh he was such a tease, but two could play at that game. I let out a soft moan, urging him on, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on my breast, over my bra. I changed my rhythm, slow and hard strokes, placing both my hands on his abdomen, my fingers grazing his muscles still. They were infatuated with them, the feeling of strength. My clit began to hurt, making me flinch. It wanted attention, I wanted attention. I was so horny it was unbearable. Arching my back with the next grind I tilted my head backwards and looked at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling with my deep breathing.
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Post by Francis on Mar 14, 2009 20:19:51 GMT -7
She had started to tease me, I could tell. Grabbing her breast firmly, I pushed it aside and started to tease her nipple with my fingers. Bareing my teeth, I leaned forward and bit her neck. I felt her gasp, and yelp. Her teeth clenched tight. Kissing her after the bite, I started to massage her neck and suck it. Grasping her hips, I sat up and held myself up with one arm. The pain was there, I could feel it, but I ignored it with pleasure, and lust. I wanted her, and It wasn't because of sexual lust. I actually wanted her, for her. My crotch was pulsing and It needed attention fast. It hurt. Pushing up her bra all the way, I emersed myself into sucking and toying with her breasts. Circling one nipple and then sucking it again. Pinching and twisting the other. I reached down and unzipped my pants, and pushed my boxers aside. Letting myself free, she felt it rub against the cloth.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 14, 2009 22:08:03 GMT -7
The attention he gave me was overwhealming my senses, making me squirm and cry softly for him, made me so mad with desire that the pit of my stomach hollowed. The moment he revealed himself to my I gripped around it with both hands and looked in to his eyes. They were foggy, just starring back at me with such a desire that his eyes deepened fiercly. he was sitting up, probably ignoring the pain from his fractures and bruises. I shook my head and closed my eyes, frustrated by the never ending need; a need for satisfaction. I nuzzled his neck a moment, licking up his neck and nibbling his earlobe, then whispering. "I'm so wet Francis..." my voice was so smooth, "Please... put it inside of me and make it feel better... please..." I nibbled again, pushing one hand to his lower back while the other gripped his hard shaft, massaging with my palm.
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Post by Francis on Mar 14, 2009 22:29:58 GMT -7
I felt her massage my shaft with her hand. It felt so nice. I Pulled her pants down to her calfs. Pushing aside her panties. I pushed a finger inside her. She was dripping wet, and she was tiny. I began to feel bad for the beating I had given her. I looked down. "I-I'm sorry..." Twisting my finger around, I started to make it up to her. Pulsing my finger in a rhythm that made her instantly moan. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she pulled her hips open more, giving me more room. Prodding her lips with my head, I began to slowly rub her clit. She was enjoying it greatly. Her arms were already shaking, as if she couldn't take it.
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