Undying Love

My love is undying

A quick one for a little amusement.

Enjoy.

"Emily," I called softly out to her in the night. She was walking quickly towards her apartment building and I was standing on the opposite corner watching her long legs and flared hips rapidly striding down the footpath. She hadn't heard me.

"Emily!" I shouted out loudly. Her head didn't even turn. She had to have heard me. There was no-one else on the streets at this time of night. In fact I didn't know why she was out and about. Maybe she had been somewhere and had decided to walk home. I looked to the left and right before quickly running across the road to catch up with her. I matched her stride and still she didn't turn her head to look at me. I reached out a hand.

I was suddenly in the middle of the street and the car was rushing at me. The headlights were so bright and the noise of the brake squealing and the tyres trying to grip on the slippery road. It was raining and I could feel the water dripping down on me as I lay on the road. Emily was there. Kneeling beside me and telling me to hold on.

Why was Mumma crying and Dad, too? Even my bratty little sister was crying and Dad was holding her close so that her head was tightly into his chest. Emily was sitting on the bench and her shoulders were heaving even as the man in the white long coat patted her shoulder and shook his head sadly. Was there something wrong with her? I ran over to kneel at her feet. Her tears almost splashed on my face as I tried to get my head below hers and make her look at me. Instead she lifted her arse off the bench and began to walk off down the corridor of wherever this place was. I watched her go. Why didn't she stop and see me?

I turned to my parents. They looked through me as they placed arms around each other and followed slowly after the tall dark haired girl. No-one said anything and no-one looked me in the eye. I fell in behind them. Perhaps someone would tell me what was so wrong soon.

I was dead? How can I be dead?

Yet I had watched my family, Emily and her family and heaps of my friends and co-workers standing in the crematorium and the pastor or whatever he was told them about my short life and how I would be missed. I saw the redwood box and I walked over to it and looked at the body lying in the white plush surrounds. It was my face. I tried to lift the rest of the lid. I had to let me out! I couldn't touch it. My hand just slipped through it! I turned around and waved and shouted at the gathered group. "I am not dead!" I yelled, "I am right here!"

I watched Emily walk up to the box and lean over and kiss my lips. "I love you, my prince. I shall never forget you," she said in a soft trembling voice that I could feel was right on the verge of breaking. Her Dad held her elbow as he took her away before the lid closed and the box moved forward towards the curtain at the back of the altar. I turned and watched as all of my family and Emily's walked along the dark blue carpet and back out the door. The rest followed and I was left standing alone.

"So what the fuck do I do now?" I asked myself as I started to walk down the blue carpet and towards the light at the end. I found myself in the backyard at home where Dad and some of my friends were having a quiet drink and lifting their cans and bottles up and clinking them together and saying, "To Oliver." Mum and Mrs Evans, Emily's Mum were discussing the latest weather and a group of girls were trying to make Emily laugh at some of the silly things I had done with them at school or other places. Emily tried to smile and for a moment I thought she might even laugh as my sister, Melissa, told her a funny story about me, an escalator and a wayward tie.

I listened for a while but I couldn't get into any of it. There was an undercurrent of too much sadness here and I wished I was back in Emily's bed.

Suddenly that was where I was. Only the view of the room looked totally different to what I was used to. It was like I was lying on my side and the whole world was tilted. I closed my eyes and simply let myself go.

"Oh God, yes, yes, fuck me, baby!" were the next things I heard. I was moving and there in front of my eyes was Emily's sweet, bald and very wet cunt! Rapidly I was moving towards her drooling hole and then I was enveloped in heat, wetness and a throbbing darkness. I could hear her heart thumping in her body and the blood rushing to her cunt. I was moving in and out of her and sometimes she pulled me deep and held me there as I felt her cunt walls ripple and try to crush me. I heard a click and I felt myself squirming and shaking rapidly. The in and out of her cunt became slower as she treasured the feelings I was giving her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! I am fucking cumming!" I heard her hoarse shouts as she eased me back before I began thrusting hard again into her tight wetness. I let myself go and shot at least four good spurts into her pulsing womb that was right in front of my eyes. There was a strange glow all around me as I let the energy flow from me into her depths. I could feel her bucking and squirming as she held me tight to her cunt as I throbbed inside her.

She pushed me back and I could see her face, hauntingly beautiful in the post coital glow. Her tongue flicked out and licked my face. "Oh, goodness, My Prince that was so fucking wonderful!" she squealed as she licked me even more.

"I don't know where you came from, baby but I am definitely going to use you heaps," she giggled as I felt myself moved through the air and placed on a flat surface.

I could see all around her room now and realised that I had been placed on her bedside table. I looked to the mirror that sat at the end of the bed. It was one we used to watch ourselves as we made love. There I was. A gleaming, almost glowing white dildo standing almost ten maybe twelve inches high on a broad base. Around the base were the words My Eternal Prince.

"Oh, God I hope the batteries never run out," she cooed as I watched her pull the sheets up over her naked body and curl up ready for sleep.