Authors note: Sorry folks, was a bit delayed with this chapter... Lost the ranch that Aza and I called home for 25+ years. The court forced his family to "allow" me to keep our original "hobby farm" and a good portion of the breeding stock. It is the house where we first lived as a real couple. It was always part of our retirement plan.
I miss my "Oz" so much. I fought so hard to honor his request, to hold on the breeding and training center we built together. His family's lawyers won the case and appeals. I feel that, I failed him. I just don't have any more fight in me. This is not how I imagined downsizing. Life sucks at times.
I needed a dose of fantasy.
-Izzy ("his" Itzy)
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Chapter 14 - New Year, New Life
December 31st 1986 - 0400
I love snuggling with my stuffed bear. It did keep me on my right side reducing the pressure on my sole intact lung. On occasion it does get a little too hot and I must roll over in my sleep. Today was a little different. I was hot on both sides of my body and I didn't know why at first. I also found myself leaning to the left side of the bed, the bear ain't that damned heavy.
A familiar scent filled the room. In the moment I knew the smell it was a smell of my lover. The smell of cologne and perfume changes when it makes contact with the wearer's skin. I knew this wasn't just his cologne on my stuffed bear. It was the real deal snuggled against my back. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and the gentle soft snore coming from him was so cute.
I so wanted to roll over and ravish him with my affection. The fact he was still in his uniform told me he must be tired. The first thing he wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep holding me, his boy. It dawned on me, I was HIS teddy bear. I drifted back into a happy sleep.
The sun rose at just after 7 in the morning. Fifteen minutes later the room was filled with it's reflected glow, he stirred. His pistol belt was grinding against my pj's. The hard metal magazines pinched and dug into my flesh. He was humping me in his sleep.
His mighty arms pulled me tight against his hot body. I reach behind to his waist to try and find the metal clasp that held his gun belt in place. Success! The pinching and unpleasant biting stopped.
I could feel his rod of iron begging to be released. I used the thumb and forefinger of my left hand to release the fastener and button on his pants. Then I slid his zipper down. I was overjoyed to discover he went commando beneath. I coaxed his massive trouser snake from it's lair. He groaned a gutteral sound of pleasure as the air surrounded his now freed cock.
That's when I felt the tiny hole in my pj bottoms created by the sharp metal items attached to his gun belt. Oh serendipity you wonderful slut lover. I was hoping when I tore it further, it would do so vertically. But if it went horizontally I wouldn't care so long as he had access to me. My hole missed its master. Tam had the only key that would fit and release the lock on my full pleasure.
I grabbed the tube of lube from the nightstand. I began expanding the hole in my pj's and lubing and widening my hole for his cock. With my hand covered in the slippery stuff, I started preparing his magnificent shaft for entry. He moaned and return to snoring nuzzling the top of my head. I arched my back so I could put the head of a shaft against my needy hole.
I released the curve in my spine in order to take more of him inside of me. I had taken about half of him in when I noticed he was no longer snoring, and his hips had stopped their rolling action. "Is my boy raping me in my sleep?" He asked teasingly.
"Several parts of you were already awake. I thought I do my part to wake the rest of you, pleasantly." I continued to roll my hips, desperate to get more of him inside of me.
I twisted my body to the left reaching up with my right arm. I reached behind his head and gently pulled his lips to mine. The muscles did feel tight... "I assumed you were going to reward me for my good behavior in my physical therapy. I missed you fuzzy bear."
Tam replied, "Words cannot describe how much I have missed my tiny baby bear. Your pleasure was in my thoughts. Each moment I was away from you was an eternity." He caressed my right arm. "Yes, I have notice you are using your damaged arm. Father even told me that you played Mara last night."
I thought it was funny that they were the owners of a Stradivarius named Mara. Depending on the dialect and its use, in Egypt "Mara" could be woman, bitch, whore, or prostitute. Nothing tops the Japanese use, mara means cock... I guess that means when I play, I'm playing with a big cock. Considering how many mens and womens legs she had rested between over her almost 300-year life, that was funny to me.
I remembered back to how that word entered my vocabulary. During sophomore year our school was hosting a couple of exchange students, HOT twin brothers from Japan. I was part of the welcoming committee. I was asked to help them acclimate to North Florida. All that summer I focused on learning as much Japanese as I could. I thought I did fairly well considering I was having to learn it from books. Berlitz is a really good resource, but not as good as actually talking to people from the country you're trying to learn about. Of course I didn't learn the more colorful language until after they arrived.
We were in the locker room, ready to hit the pool when Hiro started talking about my mara and they began giggling as they pointed at me. Then Hikaru looked laughing at me pointing at my groin saying he has no "mara" but a "mame." Coach Jessup and his wife were their host family. He did a tour of duty in Sasebo, Japan. He picked up on the insult I had been politely laughing along with. Later he informed me that in Japanese, mame meant clitoris.
It wasn't until the coach heard them refer to me as a weak uke that he became concerned. He stepped in when he heard what they were planning to do to me. That was when he told me to stay away from them, and they did not need my guidance any longer. People can suck regardless of the language. Coach had the boys running stairs for the rest of the summer until school started.
Tam pulled me out of my funk of remembrance as he kissed my right wrist and guided my arm back to my side pushing down on my waist he penetrated me fully. His hand made contact with each of the tiny holes his gun belt made in my ivory bottoms. "Hamza, will be most annoyed with me for damaging his gift to you."
"Tam, he knows I didn't care for this color anyway." He was taking his time. Taking slow deliberate strokes in and out of my ass. Just when I thought he was about to seed me he'd stop, and almost pull out completely. Clearly he missed me, and was not in a hurry to dump seed and run. He wanted to show me he loved and desired me. His hands slid up my hips then under my shirt.
He paused his nipple play to explore my chest and now covered ribs. "This is so nice. My baby is healing so nice. I must see you." To drive the point home he removed himself from me completely. Then rolled me over to face him.
My face drew into an impish grin as I replied, "Have I become transparent? I do believe I was quite opaque when I went to bed last night." The look on his face was one of playful irritation. I was afraid, he admires perfect beauty, now I would forever be flawed. The doctors did all they could to minimized the scars but they would always be there. Reflexively my hand was drawn to the wound site.
He knew... He pulled my chest tight against his. "You are beautiful." He loosened the embrace as his left hand rested on the fabric covering the wound site. "THIS is not you..." He moved his hand to my heart. "...THIS is you..." Both hands came up and cradled my face. "... and THIS is you. Your heart, mind, and soul are beautiful to me. The rest is just a shell, a very pleasant shell but a shell nonetheless."
My arms flew around his neck and his mouth came to mine. When the heat from the kiss faded I felt his hand on the bottom button of my sleepwear. I smacked it away. "If we are going for a reveal, let me do this right. My warrior has come home to me. The very least I can do is entertain you." I climbed off the bed and found the tape from the playhouse and popped it into the cassette deck.
As the Arabic pop music pumped out of the speakers my body began to sway to the guitar and drum beats, and I began to tease Tamam. When I opened the bottom button on my shirt, and I performed a slow left vertical split, then released. With the top button on my shirt, an equally slow right vertical split was done and released. The final button was opened and I dropped into a deep split on the floor.
What I was afraid would happen the morning after our first night together happened. The room was filled with the sound of the delicate silk shredding. I didn't care, I remained in the deep split. My tiny twig flopped on the floor in front of me. I could see Tam grinning ear-to-ear from the corner of my eye.
I lowered my chest on the ground to the front. I freed one arm, then the other from the silk shirt. I tossed the shirt in his direction. I slid my arms under my chest to obstruct his view as I sat up. I performed a couple of hip rolls breaking the split and retracting my legs beneath me kneeling before Tam.
I wasn't sure if he was enjoying the spectacle for sure until I saw his legs were spread and his thick shaft was standing erect. I slid my right hand to the pj bottoms releasing their fastener then returned the hand to its covering position. I returned to my feet rolling my hips with sharp motions. The motions caused the battered, tattered, and torn bottoms to fall to the floor.
With head down and arms still crossed covering most of my chest. I sidled towards my target, his lap. I straddled his right leg. Using his body, I let friction pull my little tool between my legs. With my head and eyes lowered, I extended my arms up resting each on his shoulders. My body was his to examine, and to own. I wanted to communicate with absolute conviction my body was his.
