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An Angel On My Bed

by  llydstp

Posted: Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Word Count: 186




Content Warning
This piece and/or subsequent comments may contain strong language.


An angel sat on the edge of my bed
Her breasts nestling soft in ivory coloured fabric
Cradling them
Yet leaving most of their beauty exposed
Revealing glimpses of cream-white flesh
Tantalizing in the dead-of-night glimmer
Her face cast downwards
Eyes avoiding mine
But surely not through modesty
This was an act of kindness
For she knew that if my eyes met hers
Then she would trap me
And I should forever be a prisoner of some dreadful destiny
She was trying to save me
But I was beyond saving
It was too late
I was ensnared by the erotic beauty of her nipples
Blush-pink against the soft full whiteness of her bosom
An apparition that must have trapped a thousand men before me
Sending them masturbating to their doom
And then a noise
A quiet rustling as her stockinged legs moved gently
Across the sheets of my sleeping-place
And shocked into consciousness by the knowledge that she was real
I realized that this angel was the woman with whom I had recently slept
Her secret lips still moist with the sperm of my love
Together we had visited a world where passion sweeps away tenderness
And breasts become tits
Her vagina an aching hairy cunt
We had voyaged to the land of Fuck