Flashes of Life

He thrust his cock into her with every ounce of strength he could muster. He stared into his wife's sweet, loving face, hot with desire. They had only just started trying for their second child, but there was something there. Maybe it was her expression, maybe it was the power racing through him, but something told him tonight was the night. Tonight, he'd plant the seed that would lead to their daughter. Savitri's pussy had never felt so smooth and delightful, her breasts so large and full, his cock so racing with joy, lust, and love all combined into a heady admixture.

* * *

It is 2021.

He wants nothing so badly as to stand up, which he has done all his life, but he can't. Just rising out of the chair leaves him short of breath. He looks around the room. The remote control, just a metre away, might as well be on Mars. He feels his body, trying to summon strength, but there is so little.

He has never felt this hot. His body is burning, smoking it feels like, sweat dripping down.

He breathes. It's so hard to breathe now, so, so hard. He has forgotten what a precious gift every breath is.

The fear gnaws at him, chokes him. Tears enter his eyes. What will happen next? Panting, he digs his phone out of his pocket and dials 911.

* * *

Melissa licked his cock, bottom to top, slowly. He felt a shiver go through him, felt his body energize. Never before had he felt female tongue on his bare cock. He looked at his girlfriend's face, her eyes filled with affection, her lips poised teasingly above his throbbing rod. He couldn't believe, after so many years of waiting, that the dream was really about to come true.

She covered her teeth with her lips and slid her mouth onto him. Her tongue felt wonderful. He stared into the incredible sight, her eyes meeting his, her mouth engorged. He felt the control slipping from his body as he grabbed her head, roiled in disbelief as he shot into her waiting mouth, saw her eyes twinkle as she swallowed...

***

The doctors and nurses whirl in and out of the room. Sometimes he wonders if they really are doctors and nurses, they look like aliens, creatures in ghostly white suits wearing long glass masks. There is barely any human skin on them. Some part of him struggles to distinguish male from female, surely among the females there must be some to please the eye.

He pants again. Breathing is so hard. The fluid feels like it is pouring into his lungs, like he is drowning.

***

He looked into Li's eyes and smiled. She looked at his cock and smiled right back. He was happy, happier than he had ever been. Never before had a girl seen his cock, and the thrill of that exposure was driving him wild. Her hands felt like magic on his legs, on his stomach, on his chest. He put his hand on her ass, stroking it fondly as her hand settled on his cock. He felt the thrill surge through him as he pulsed, over and over again, into her soft, waiting hand.

***

He is drowning. The water is pouring into his lungs. He fights for breath, fights to climb out of the water, then remembers he is not in the water, the water is inside him. The mass of tubes and pipes on his face chafe at him, but they cannot stop the endless water pouring into him, filling him with a nameless fear.

***

The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, the taste of her tit enervated him. He had never before touched a breast. For so long they had been mysteries, to be gaped at in magazines or stared at furtively from behind clothes. Now this marvellous organ, this fount of fertility and sensuality, was his to grope, to fondle, to taste. Vanessa's body felt wonderful against his, her bare ass mesmerizing in his fingers, but it was that sweet breast that meant the most to him. She kissed him softly on the forehead as he sucked her, a tender, loverlike gesture that meant so much.

***

Something is different, something is missing, something that had never left him, all his life.

And he realizes what it is. Breath. His breath is gone. There is only the water, and the darkness. He cannot smell, cannot taste, cannot feel, cannot hear, cannot see.

This is the end.

Hold your breath and count to ten...

But there is no breath left to hold.

Now is the moment we spend our lives dreading. Now is the time we say goodbye to this world. No one has ever come back from this moment, no one can tell what goes on inside the darkest places of a man's heart.

But there is truth to the saying that one's life will flash before you, one last time. Paul remembers his deepest, most primal desires. He thinks of all the girls he had loved, all the girls he had desired, from his ex-wife to his first girlfriend.

His body no longer has the strength to make him hard, but his mind, that tiny space that he can still call his, dwells on the greatest surges of emotion he had ever experienced.

In memory yet green

In joy still felt...

***

Karen's face wrenches with pain. Another patient gone, a man only in his forties. She had liked Paul from the moment he entered the ward, so quiet and unassuming had he been. In another circumstance, she would have been happy to go out with him.

Tears fill her eyes as she begins to prepare the death report. But there is one physical sign on the body she has to note down, so unusual is it in this ward.

He has a smile on his face.