Home Movie Time

So let's be honest... my first attempt at this kind of story sucked. So let's give it a second go, shall we? I think I'll do better this time. Same kind of theme and whatnot... just a little better. And if it's not good enough... I'll simply try again. Your reviews help me write better!

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Small drops started to collect on the frail picture album in my hands. They collected together in bigger groups, then slided down the page and onto my chair below. It hurt me every time I picked it up, but I couldn't help it. She was always on my mind. Every moment of every day she was there, haunting me. Even in my dreams I could see her. Each time I reached out I could almost touch her. If I tried hard enough, I could even smell her scent... a mix of earth and cherry blossums. It was intoxicating.

It became like a ritual. One night after the next.. I had to open the book. I could feel it calling for me there on the table. It taunted me with it's simple cover. But it had something special on it. It had her signature. I always used to trace it with my finger when she was here with me... and do the same on her skin. That creamy alabaster skin. She was completely flawless all over. Her slender neck gave way to smooth, rounded shoulders. My fingers would always trace down to her small breasts. I always liked them though. They fit perfectly into the palm of my hand, covering the pale pink nipples that I adored. That trim stomach that she was always complaining about it. What fun it was to run my fingers down her sides and behind her... cupping her cute butt in my hands. The squeak she gave was always adorable to my ears.

I couldn't take it anymore. All the thoughts plagued my mind at once. I felt like I would go mad any second. Or perhaps... maybe I already had. There was no real way of knowing anymore really. The lines of dreams and reality had blurred so much they became nonexistant long ago. I scrambled to rip my clothes off. Piece by piece they flew across the room as the book sat there still in my lap, becoming my inspiration. A familiar spot between my legs began to throb insistantly. I can't wait any longer.

With one quick motion, I shove two fingers deep into myself. It burned to have them there. I felt a sticky liquid start to surround my fingers, and I began to work. I moved my fingers back out, then in again. Slow at first, then faster and faster. It hurt every time. I hated having to this. I hated it with every fiber in my being. Yet I could never stop.

I tried desperately to think of something else. Anything but her. My efforts were wasted on deaf ears though. Well... maybe that's the wrong term there. I could hear everything perfectly clear, especially the voice in my head. But it wasn't mine though. Oh, of course it wasn't mine. Those quick breaths leading to loud moans weren't mine at all. The sighs and gasps aren't mine either. And it's definately not me begging for more.

Her eyes stared deep into mine. A dark royal blue... the color of the night sky. I think it really suited her. They kept clenching down shut from time to time, teasing me and my game. But I knew she enjoyed every last second of it. Her body always told me so. Her lips were parted... just enough for her to breathe. Her face began to turn red from the feelings. Her chest heaved up and down begging for more air. But those legs... oh god those legs. Long, slender, and wrapped tight around my back.

My fingers grew wetter and wetter... becoming coated in the sticky liquid. All rationality had long ago left my brain. Release was my only thought... my only desire. I entered one more finger to the mix, going even deeper than before. We both gasped at the same time, letting the wonderful feeling fill her up. But all I could feel was pain. It burned more and more, letting my body take over for my mind. But every ounce of pain I felt, there was another ounce of pleasure there for her.

I kept going faster and faster, sensing the end coming near. Her inner walls became tighter around my fingers... making it harder to move them. But she insisted I continue. And all I wanted at that moment was to make her happy. Her whole body began to shake, and mine did the same. I closed my eyes and drove my fingers far inside, almost sinking my whole hand within, and let it get coated with a rush of of liquid.

I opened my eyes and let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. I searched around the room, but she was no longer there. I could still smell her scent though. The sweet smell of earth, cherry blossums, and sex. I pulled my fingers out from my own hole and held them up to my face. The liquid slid down my fingers and down my arm. What a disgusting site it was to behold. But yet I was curious. Was she really here with me? Could that have really been her soft skin I was touching... those gentle lips I was watching? There was only one way to find out I suppose. I reached down and licked my fingers, one by one.

Sour honey.

That was all I tasted nowadays. There was no more sweet necter for me to drink. No more moans in my ear. No more deep blue eyes staring at me. No more slender legs begging me silently for more. I laid back in my chair and sighed to myself. I wondered briefly if my door was locked. I wondered if she still had a key to come in. I wondered if she was ever there at all. Because now all I ever taste at night is sour honey.

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