Just For You
It's just for you. I know what you need, and I know what I want. I've known since the doctor told me the news. The news that I'm dying, dying young at 32, still full of life, but now also full of death. I've seen people die of cancer, and I can't stand that. And I love you, and want you to have my final gift.
I see you sitting over there in the dark, behind your desk, shadowed in the gloom of your den. The light is on me, that desk lamp shining over my naked form, lighting my long red hair, my full breasts, the curves you love to touch. And the knife on the floor. That is also just for you.
What are you thinking there, in your chair you wish it didn't have to be? Or is this what you have wanted for all your life? I have. I've dreamed of this moment, when I can give to you that final pleasure, the one I always denied you before sir, behind your desk, watching me, knowing what I will do for you. Are you sad?
Watch me. And know this is just for you.
I begin to touch myself, hands slowly moving up my hips, and onto my breasts. You know how much I like them touched. Will you touch them for me, when I can't? I hope you will. I finger my nipples, getting them hard for you. You like them like that. I lick my fingers and run them across my breasts and nipples, leaving glistening trails of saliva in the soft light of the desk lamp. I think I hear a moan from you, but I can't be sure.
Then my hands slowly drop to my navel, and play with it for a brief moment, then move down to my pussy. My, I'm all wet, I feel like such a slut. I must be excited huh? Are you? Watching me, are you hard? Do you want me like this? Does it turn you on? Would you like me to stop, to let you have me like this? Too bad... This is for me, but the rest is just for you.
I play with my pussy, the only sounds the soft liquid sounds of my fingers oozing in and out of my box, the soft sounds of our breathing. I know I heard a moan that time. But now I'm moaning too, and flushing. I'm working faster, slipping my fingers in and out of my sodden cunt. The knowledge of what's coming makes me come so hard and so fast. My cum spurts out of me onto the clean floor. My head goes back, my long hair hanging down to my ass, and a give a yelp of pleasure. My breasts jiggle with the force of my spasms as the pleasure roars through me like a flood. At last the force subsides, leaving me weakened and covered in sweat.
Did you like that? Did you like seeing me come? I hope so. And now for you...
I pick up the knife with delicate fingers, holding the blade inwards. Now is the time I need courage. I look to you, and a soft tear rolls down my face. But you raise a hand, and I know you love me. That gives me the strength to do this for you and for me.
I brace the knife at my solar plexus, blade pointing up and in. I look up to see if you are watching. I can not do this for you again, and I would hate for you to miss one second. I draw a deep breath, my breasts rising, then with a harsh gasp I drive the blade into my delicate flesh, up and into my chest. The pain washes over me like a hot iron. My head falls back, eyes staring at the ceiling, as I try to control it, but I cannot. The scream is long and hard, from the depths of my soul. The pain is great, but my love is stronger, and I control it. Just for you.
There's not much blood, I think, looking down at the knife jutting from me. And now the pain is fading. My nipples are hard as rocks, and my pussy is so wet. I look to you. My hands rise to my breasts, and gently I play with them. Was that a gasp I heard from you or perhaps a sob? A shudder wracks my body, causing my breasts to jiggle beneath my hands. I look down at them. They look so beautiful to me now. I wish you could touch them. I look up and you are there.
You take me in your arms. Leaning me back onto you, my head against your shoulder, you gaze into my dying eyes. Yours are filled with tears, but also desire. You want to watch me die, and you want to touch me as I do. Your hand drops to my breasts, and you stroke one, fingering my nipple gently. I cry out with the pleasure of it. Everything is so much more real, the pleasure so great. The arm that holds me tight to you, pulls me even closer to hug you. You are so warm, and I feel so cold. I moan, trying to draw your heat to me. Do you like what you see? You are hard beneath me, so I know you do. I wish I could touch you.
You drop your hand slowly along my belly, descending to my wet pussy. Your hand strokes my clit, and I shudder. You are so very hot. Your every touch thrills me. When your fingers begin to dip into my box, thumb pressing against my clit, I shudder with the sensation. It's building in me, the last orgasm, the best ever.
Your touch is so sweet, your eyes warmly gaze into mine. Its growing dark, and the red tide of pleasure raises the cool embrace of death. A tear drops from your eyes, and I catch it on my tongue. That's all I need. The orgasm tears through me, driving over the edge by the tear you shed for love of me. As my gaze darkens, incredible passion fills me, and I grasp you and pull you close, driving the killing blade deeper into me, but I don't care.
I shudder again, passion spent, growing cold. You see my eyes start to glaze, breath coming in short soft gasps. Then I draw one final breath, and let it out, and nothing more. My eyes stare up into yours, unseeing. My mouth is slightly open, as if waiting for the final kiss.
Your soft lips pressed tightly against mine, the feel of your warm tears on my face are my last sensations. And then I die.
I am dead. Dead for you.
Just for You.
Copyright by Moira Lynn.