Last Dance of the Dirty Girls

[PM2K]

My latest bit of prose...

Last Dance of the Dirty Girls - by PM2K

They stood together hand in hand, naked, bathed by the early morning light filtering through the forest canopy, listening to the gentle trickling of the nearby shallow river.
Donna, a well rounded face framed by a mound of straight red hair which spills down to brush the top of her shoulders. Her skin is dense with freckles, which cover her from her forehead down her swimmer's shoulders and generous, firm breasts, across her firm athlete's belly and well rounded hips to her muscular thighs and long legs to the tips of her toes. A carefully trimmed pubic mound bristles with reddish curls.
She glances over to Jessie, her blue eyes sparkling.
Her lover casts a sly grin her way. She is a half head shorter than Donna is, and isn't as curvy, her body long and lean, like a gymnast's - the tips of her raven hair, also long and straight, brush her belly. Her pale skin is etched with two black ink tattoos; one of a dark bird, maybe a raven, encompasses her well rounded right breast, the second a simple pentagram within a circle on her lower belly, the single point of the inverted star a mere finger span away from her clitoris.
For once, Jessie isn't wearing her goth makeup of black lipstick and dark purple eyeliner, at the insistence of Donna. Instead, her lips are a dark flesh color, which give her the appearance of possessing a shy demeanor.
The pair stare at the stand of pine trees and the rolling river framing the gritty wet ground lying ahead of them. The dark brown mix of mud and sand is streaked with green slime and dotted with clumps of grass and cattails. A scattering of shallow puddles of water glitter near the center, and both ladies feel their excitement rising. The cool dawn air which is beginning to creep in teases their skin, and stiffens their nipples, which throb painfully in a way to drive both nearly insane with passion.
Donna looks into Jessie's dark eyes, and smiles broadly. The dark haired girl returns the glance with a smoldering look of her own.
"Well, girlfriend?" Jessie says, her voice low. In her other hand, she grasps a large canvas backpack, which bulges with contents. Donna grins nervously in response. She nods quickly, and smiles again. She is trembling, as much from emotion and arousal as the chilly air.
This is happening... this is really going to happen!
Taking a deep breath, hands still clasped firmly together, Jessie walks forward, leading Donna towards their last, best adventure.

Donna knew almost from grade school she was different, but couldn't figure out what it was exactly until she turned 14, and discovered she liked girls better than boys.
She didn't dare act on this realization. Under the regime, such feelings were deemed unnatural, perverted, sick... something to be cut or burned out of the impressionable in state run clinics.
Donna found herself often avoiding eye contact in case her glances might be misinterpreted. Her father, the deacon of her hometown church, wouldn't permit such a thing to happen. The community itself denied such perversion even existed in their God fearing town.
Throughout high school, she convinced herself maybe it was just a passing fancy, even dating the mayor's son at her father's insistence. He was a nice enough fellow, but... she felt nothing for him that way, and he sensed it, so they eventually parted ways.

Donna shivers, her skin tingling with goose flesh. The wet sand beneath the soles of her feet is cool and clammy as it shifts and wobbles under her weight.
She turns to Jessie, giggling out of nervousness. The sign on the fence - Beware! Quicksand! emblazoned in black lettering - separating this part of the river from the lane way indicated the danger, but it never seemed real until now.
Jessie grins warmly, and reaches around her nude form, grasping the backpack firmly in her right hand, Within it contains their clothing, their tent, and a number of other items.
With a wide arcing toss, she propels the object far ahead of them. It lands with a wet smack in the center of the sodden clearing, sending sloppy sand splattering in all directions. Donna shudders as she watches the knapsack slip under, swallowed with little effort by the gritty quagmire. Shudders, yes, but also aware of the arousal bubbling within her, making her groin hot and slippery.
Jessie grasps her bare shoulders and turns her around to face her. Her hungry mouth clamps greedily upon Donna's lips, which part as she in turn eagerly surrenders her tongue to the wet heat sucking it in.
There really is no turning back now, Donna thinks as the last of the knapsack is drawn under, leaving behind a swirl of bubbles in its wake.

It was in her senior year when she first met Jessie. They attended different schools, so the two never encountered each other before until one day, Donna happened into the coffee shop owned by Jessie's aunt, and saw the goth running the cash register.
Their eyes met, and Donna flushed, feeling a quivering in her belly she never felt before. Jessie glanced at the red head and smiled as she prepared her light latte. She later admitted to Donna she had felt the same thing.
Thus, their courtship began without either knowing it, with Donna finding every excuse she could to visit the cafe. It was a slow motion process, drawing the pair deeper into their own passions like hapless explorers suddenly encountering warm quicksand... soon, they were in too deep to escape.

"Follow me..." Jessie says, "watch where I step..."
Donna stares spellbound as her lover deftly hops across the sandy expanse, treading carefully. Her feet press lightly onto the small tufts of grass which are scattered about, and to her eyes Jessie glides fairy-like across the quaking morass.
She pauses atop one of the larger clumps, turning her torso slightly, the rising sunlight drenching her nude form in gold to make her resemble some pagan goddess.
"You coming?" Jessie smiles, reaching out to Donna with her right arm.
"Always..." Donna gasps, her arousal making it hard to breathe.

It was a summer power outage which provided the final push. The pair had been seeing each other over the counter for several months, both dancing around their unspoken attraction. That evening, the cafe was empty, and they were alone when the lights went out. Jessie locked the doors and turned around the open sign to indicate they were now closed, and asked Donna if she wanted to join her in the upstairs apartment to look over the darkened town. She quickly agreed.
The heat had been stifling, and without air conditioning the building quickly became a sauna, soaking their clothing through with perspiration. Later, both girls admitted it was the smell of each other's sweat which proved the tipping point. On impulse, Jessie grasped Donna's face with both hands and kissed her hard on the mouth, and at first the red head froze, uncertain what to do. Then her jaw relaxed, allowing Jessie to slide in her tongue, then she began to suck on Donna's...
The surprise and shock gave way to waves of intense passion, and it was all Donna could do to prevent herself tearing apart her own clothing in her haste... She had been fantasizing about this moment for years... and it was happening... it was really happening...
Their clothing melted off of them, and soon Jessie and Donna were lying on Jessie's futon, exploring each other's bodies with youthful abandon... Jessie was more experienced in such things, and as she rolls on top of Donna, her long fingers quickly glide over the red head, teasing and probing gently the sweat soaked flesh. Her mouth never left Donna's, save to suck and lick her chin and neck, and chew on her ears.
Donna arched her back and moaned. Her body was doing things she never imagined it was capable of doing... her groin was a wet ball of flame, feeling painfully heavy as if it was filled with molten wax, then with Jessie's long fingers...

The pair weave their way towards the middle of the quicksand bog, following the path of grass and reed clumps as far out as they could. Finally, all that stands before them is an expanse of wet sand, coated with streaks of shallow water which shine silver in the available light.
For a time, neither spoke, holding each other tightly. Two more steps. Just two more...
Donna broke the silence, her voice stammering.
"Bottomless... it's bottomless, right?" she says. Jessie smiles in response, and nods slowly.
Donna again, trembling:
"No one will ever find us, right? They'll never find us..."
Again Jessie nods.
"No one. Never..." she says aloud, her voice a husky whisper.

They knew the risks, yet could not stop. The days became agonizing hours until they could meet, feel and taste each other again. To be naked in each other's presence was a special kind of heaven, and both wasted no time in pursuing it as often as possible. Jessie's aunt understood their passion, as well as the danger of flaunting the purity laws, yet did all she could to provide the young lovers a safe haven.
Discovery was inevitable, of course. No secret remained so for long within such small communities, where many eyes watched and ears listened for the slightest trace of the unique, of the wavering off of the established baseline, the norm.
Jessie and Donna were arrested separately. There was no betrayal. No one caught them in each other's arms. Instead, they were condemned on the basis of rumor. Cornered, under intense questioning handled by the inquisitor's office and knowing they were already damned, separately confessed of their deep love for each other. Jessie screamed hers in defiance, Donna quietly pleading. Their message was the same; how could feelings this pure be considered so very wrong? Why was their love so dirty?

"You ready?"
Donna nods, trembling.
"I'll go first, then..." Jessie says softly.
Slowly, the raven haired woman steps backwards off of the solid ground of the grass clump, and onto the dark damp sand. As she shifts her weight, she feels the soft mass move sluggishly under her bare soles. The surface bends beneath her, and as she retreats further outwards, she sees the shallow footprints she leaves behind slowly filling with water.
Watching Jessie move backwards, Donna is surprised to discover she is holding her breath. She has never looked so beautiful, her hair still mussed and stiff from the sweat and fluids generated from their previous night's passion. The red head is hypnotized by how the ground wobbles slowly, almost in time with the jiggling of Jessie's breasts, nipples stiff as bayonets and twitching in the cool dawn air.
A slight breeze stirs her pubic mound, and Donna finds her clitoris is throbbing in time with her heartbeat. She feels a surge of wet heat flashing over her body.
"Whoa!"
When the quicksand's surface suddenly gives way, it catches both Jessie and Donna off guard. Jessie's arms snap outwards to help maintain her balance as her legs plunge knee deep into the sloppy, churning sand. Donna jumps in place in reaction, and gasps.
"Seems the sand is hungry for me..." Jessie says, panting. Shifting her hips from side to side, she slides downwards with only a little effort. Donna is spellbound by the way the quicksand sucks wetly on Jessie's limbs, the surface bubbling quietly in reaction to her motions.
When she has sunk to her upper thighs, Jessie stops moving. Staring at her, Donna watches as her lover continues to be consumed by the sandy mire, just at a slower rate. The sweet cleft between her legs hovers a mere hand span from the dark, wobbling surface, and moment by moment, the space narrows.
They lock eyes then, Jessie smiling slowly, her eyes narrowing wickedly. She rubs her left breast slowly, while her right hand reaches down to cup her groin.
"Better hurry..." she purrs, enjoying the expression of nervousness and desire crossing Donna's face. Even from here, she can see her arousal overwhelming her...

Released at last from the institute, Jessie made a beeline for Donna's home town, taking care not to be discovered. It was her love for the red headed young woman which enabled her to resist three years of torturous treatments designed to purge her and dirty girls like her of their "unnatural" feelings. She was able to fool the doctors, while her heart and body still yearned for her soul mate.
Her aunt's store had been seized by the state and remained boarded up, but she was able to get in easily enough through the basement window.
Creeping around the building, she angrily brushed away tears as she sees the damage done to the interior of the coffee shop. Mobs of the righteous tore the place up shortly after news of the arrests spread. Her aunt had died a year afterward while being interrogated, arrested for corrupting a youth in her care, as if she had any say in how Jessie felt, or acted.
Grabbing supplies, including camping gear, which had been stored within hidden compartments in the store, Jessie made her way to Donna's house... She had heard the good reverend had arranged to incarcerate his daughter at home, where he would cure her of this "condition."

Donna hesitates no longer, and begins to make her way across the quaking sand. It is softer now, loosened by Jessie's motions, so she is already sunk knee deep and struggling to reach her.
"Jessie... help me... I'm stuck..." she says.
Grinning, Jessie reaches out to grasp Donna's outstretched hands, and pulls, dragging her forward. The action serves to drive her deeper, and the dark haired girl shudders with pleasure as her crotch is submerged, gooey sand being slowly forced inside her.
Donna, now being enfolded by Jessie's arms, hears her lover's moans, and feels herself flush with excitement. Being hauled forward has freed her legs, which now glide atop the quicksand's thick surface.
Grasping Jessie's shoulders for support, Donna struggles to her feet and as soon as she is standing, she starts to sink in front of her friend.
"Point your toes down..." Jessie says, looking up. "It'll help..." She has locked her arms around Donna's waist and pulls downwards, hauling her deeper into the sucking sand.

Clad only in her blue night gown, Donna stands in shock, her eyes wide and bulging, as she stares at the butcher's knife buried deep into her father's bare chest. The pastor's eyes stare incredulously, his jaw slack, streams of crimson spilling out of the corner of his mouth to join the widening pool soaking the bedroom floor.
Nearby, Donna's mother watches wide eyed in horror. She is naked like her husband and kneeling, wrists bound behind her with duct tape, and is pushed down by the shoulders tightly by Jessie, who stands behind her. Jessie is dressed in a black hoodie and tight, strategically ripped blue jeans, which clearly shows her lean curves. She holds a straight razor in her right hand, wiping the side of its cold blade against her captive's cheek.
As she had promised, Jessie had returned for Donna, breaking into her father's house with ease, despite the bars installed on the windows. Incarcerated for redemption training, she had picked up a different sort of education, such as how to bypass alarm systems, and glided in like a ghost, intending to run away with her girl.
That was before she found her strapped down to her bed... and on freeing her heard of what Donna had endured these last three years... what she had endured earlier that evening... repeated violations by her own father... while her mother sat in the corner and read aloud select Bible passages...
Afterwards, the couple would leave her, and she would have to endure listening to them copulate noisily for the rest of the night, hoping her father would be too spent afterwards to return for another round of "education"...
"The fucker..." Jessie shook with quiet rage. Donna wept softly into her love's chest. They would have left then, perhaps, except...
Donna's mother, nude and glistening from her carnal activities, happened to be heading to the washroom, and overheard the whispers from her daughter's bedroom. Slipping downstairs to arm herself with the largest knife in the kitchen, she had returned to her bedroom to rouse her husband, and began to move towards her daughter's room...
That is when Jessie struck her, hard, across the temple, knocking her down, and quickly trussed her up with duct tape. While she was doing this, Donna picked up the knife just as her father, awake now, advanced on his daughter... who surprised them both by driving home the blade.
Everyone stared as the preacher shudders in place, his lips making wet smacking sounds around the mouthful of blood, which gurgled up from deep within his chest. His legs give out, and he falls to his knees with a sodden thump. Slowly, he topples over onto his right side, and save for some twitching, finally stops moving.
Donna collapses onto her knees, eyes fixed upon the red ruin of her father. After a few moments, she glances over to Jessie, who holds a steady left hand on her mother's naked left shoulder, straight razor held in her right. The captive woman trembles, a muffled cry escaping through the rough gag as she sees her daughter nod.
Jessie leans over to whisper in Donna's mother's ear.
"What a monstrous bitch you are... for turning your own daughter against you like that... for helping that bastard to hurt her..." she hisses. "Hurt my angel..."
Jessie grabs a handful of red hair and pulls back Donna's mother's head, exposing the throat. The nude woman jerks at the touch of the blade. Jessie hesitates, then looks at Donna, who again nods. There are no tears in her eyes... instead, all she thinks about is her mother's face, flushed with excitement at her daughter's screams as she held her down, preventing her struggles as her father penetrated her...
"You see?" Jessie whispers once more. "The eyes have it..."
She took her time sawing open the older woman's throat, feeling her thrash and squirm as she did so, her whimpers of pain turning bubbly as the razor hit vessels. Sheets of blood poured and spurted down the length of her mother's naked body, dripping grotesquely off of her breasts, yet Donna stared intently, never flinching once from the gory sight.

They left the bodies where they had fallen, taking the time to clean off the blood from themselves. The pair showered together, with Jessie gently cleansing Donna of the filth caking her, holding her tightly while she did so, whispering words of comfort. Donna said nothing, but didn't reject Jessie's touch either.
They dried off and dressed quickly, taking whatever they could carry which would be of use. Jessie estimated it would take a day or two for the corpses to be discovered... Donna's parents were respected and feared, but not loved, and so had no friends willing to visit their isolated farm house. With no alerts out, this quiet area would be free of checkpoints.
They drove the family car for as long as they dared, then abandoned it in favor of bicycles, taking the back roads and lanes to avoid scrutiny. The duo slept together in a tent, Donna only able to drift off in Jessie's arms. While she longed for Donna's intimacy again, Jessie held back, instead being there for her while allowing her girlfriend the time to heal.
It would be after a month on the run before Donna slipped off her clothes and slid inside Jessie's sleeping bag.
"Are you sure?" Jessie asked, feeling Donna tremble against her.
"Just... love me... please..." was her quiet reply.

As Donna's body slides past hers, sinking into the quicksand, Jessie gets a whiff of Donna's musky scent, and can't resist nuzzling past her pubic hair into her moist cleft.
Donna gasps at the feeling of Jessie's tongue slowly entering her, and her pelvis shakes. Then she sinks past her mouth until at last the pair are facing each other, mired waist deep in quicksand.
Jessie wiggles to loosen the sand's grip, and slips her sunken right thigh between Donna's legs, grinding the greasy slurry into her crotch, while looping her arms around the small of the red head's back, pulling her in tight to herself so their sweat slippery breasts mash together.
Donna does the same, and as one, the two start to hump each other, slowly, in well practiced synchronized thrusts.
Moaning, Donna feels her feet sliding deeper into the shuddering quicksand, and is vaguely aware of the edge of its surface slowly gliding up their bodies. Even if I wanted to escape, it is far too late now, she thinks, before surrendering to the pleasure...

Alone in the tent, still slick with sweat, they held each other tightly, snug inside the sleeping bag. They remain silent for the longest time, drowning in each other's heartbeats. Jessie broke the silence, reluctance in her voice for having disrupted the spell, but mindful of the circumstances.
"You know, we can't keep this up much longer..."
She referred to news reports they overheard while purchasing supplies at a small village store. The double killing of important state officials had provoked a nationwide mobilization. The borders were closed, checkpoints at full strength. The passage of time with no results forced the government to double their efforts.
Their names and descriptions were well known, the reward for their capture becoming astronomical.
It was clear that luck was on their side so far, but how long could that last?
Donna nods, rubbing her right cheek against Jessie's breast. She feels the red head's hot tears dribble along it, and feels herself begin to tear up.
"I know...." she replies quietly. "I just don't want to be apart from you again... ever..."
Jessie lifts Donna's head up, and kisses her hard on the mouth. Even in the darkness, moonlight filters through the tent walls to reflect off each others' eyes.
"We won't be... ever..."

Surrounded on all sides by bottomless quicksand, Jessie and Donna moan into each other's mouths, as the sandy mire sucks them down greedily. Both are aware of the relentless way the sand tugs at their legs, pushed deep into the quaking morass. Its mass moves in time with the lovers' rocking motions, drawing them gently downwards with each thrust they exert.
Jessie works her hands through the dense quicksand and down Donna's body to clench at her flexing buttocks, squeezing hard as she thrusts against her pelvis. She feels Donna's hands do the same, and makes the point of pushing her ass against them.
The sodden sand presses heavily against Donna and Jessie the deeper they sink, squeezing them tightly together. It is becoming harder to move against its mass, and against each other, but the extra effort intensifies the sensations building up between them.
With a shuddering cry, Donna climaxes first, clenching Jessie tightly to her body, relishing the way she squirms against her. Her raven haired companion is close behind, feeling Donna's wet heat gush across her thigh. She responds in kind, her crotch slamming into Donna's leg, groaning intensely as she soaked her, warming the sand.

"I know a place..."
Donna glances over to Jessie. The tent is lit now with summer sunshine.
"A place?"
"Where we won't be found..." Jessie says. "It's a day's ride from here... My aunt warned me about it when we were traveling a few years back..."

Spent, they hold each other quietly, again absorbed by the sound of their breathing and the thud of their hearts. They float breast deep in the sand mire, which bubbles softly around them. Donna wiggles a bit, enjoying the sensation of Jessie's nipples digging hard into her breasts, and vice versa. The sand quivers in response.
Jessie smiles, and squeezes Donna's ass. Her arms are sealed by sand, and she knows she couldn't extract them now if she tried.
"It's like cement... isn't it?" Donna says, grinning. "Like wet cement..." She strains against their captor, but finds she can't get her arms out either.
Jessie nods. The quicksand has thickened around the two, pressing them tightly together so neither could move. Their limbs, still entangled under the sand, are thoroughly locked into place.
Stuck as they are, both are aware they are still descending downwards, inch by inch, minute by minute, with each breath they take. The edge of the quicksand's surface seems to continue to glide upwards, licking its way over their bodies.
The gooey morass embraces them, cupping their buttocks while filling the space between them, caressing their legs, stroking the backs of their knees and the small of their backs, licking their feet and sucking on their downwards pointed toes...
"We'll make great fossils..." Donna says, giggling.
"The best..." Jessie replies, smiling.
They fall silent again, staring into each other's faces, occasionally wiggling against the quicksand's grip - not to escape, for that is impossible now - but to feel the gritty mass move around them sluggishly, like jelly.
Jessie finds herself squirming as quicksand slowly oozes between their breasts, still distorted from being pressed together. It creeps to fill their armpits, and laps at their shoulder blades. She can also feel some of her long hair floating around them, while the rest of it remains plastered to her bare back, sealed to her by the slimy sand.
Donna tries to hump against Jessie's leg but finds it impossible to move enough to do so, so she contents herself with leaning into her lover's warm flesh. Held this way, by woman and quicksand, she is the happiest person on earth.

"Quicksand? Really?"
"Yes..." Jessie nods. The pair remain entangled within the sleeping bag. "We'll ride there, be there this evening... then hide the bicycles in the forest and camp. Then we wade in..."
"Wow..." Donna says, feeling scared and excited at the same time. During many of their post-coital chats before their arrest, they had fantasized about escaping to a tropical island, where they would never need clothing, and there would be nothing to do but gather food, and make love all day and night.
They decided if one were to die, the other would follow soon afterwards. It was Jessie's idea to carry Donna's body to a quicksand pool, then wade in herself, so they could be buried together.
The idea appealed to both of them, but hearing they could make it actually happen....
"You do know... once we're in, we'll never get out..." Jessie says.
Donna looks her in the eyes, her own getting wet.
"Promise me... that we'll never be found... that no one will know what happened to us..." she says intensely. "That no one will be able to separate us... ever."
Jessie smiles, and holds her tight.
"I promise..."

Both girls look around, watching the quicksand consume the tops of their breasts, and begins to ooze towards their shoulders, bubbling as it does so. Beneath the sandy quagmire, Donna feels around with her toes, and discovers nothing solid beneath them. Only softly flowing sand, which draws them down relentlessly.
She glances back to Jessie, who despite being taller than her has managed to stay floating at the same level as Donna. Even as she watches, the sand begins to flow over Jessie's shoulders, just as she is aware of it doing the same to her.
Both are panting, finding it hard to get deep breaths in, as the sand squeezes them. Donna keeps glancing around, not quite believing they are slowly sinking out of sight.
"Oh... God..." she gasps, as quicksand surrounds her neck. "Oh... God... this... oh God..."
Jessie's eyes widen as well, and she feels her heart hammering. They are really doing this... really doing this... they are going to die together in quicksand...
"Not... not much longer, love..." she says, her voice tight. She feels cool grit pressing under her jaw as her eyes focus on Donna, chin deep in quivering dark sand.
"Hold me... please... just don't let me go..." the red head exclaims. The quicksand has risen, lapping at her bottom lip. She doesn't tilt her head back, instead keeping her eyes locked on Jessie.
"Never... never..." she replies, pulling hard against Donna with all her strength, her hands letting go of her ass to encircle her waist once more. "Nev..."
Their mouths slip under, leaving the duo to express their last thoughts through their eyes. Sound becomes muffled as the thick sand fills their ears, and both watch each others' nostrils flare as their bodies try to get whatever air they could, before...

The end is painful, but not as painful as their separation had been.
Noses plugged, Donna and Jessie feel themselves begin to smother in the thick quicksand, their bodies thrashing against each other in a vain effort to get more air. Their last sight is of each other's eyes before their violent motions allow the sand to suck them under its churning surface with a quick wet slurp. Jessie's hair floats for a brief time, a wobbling carpet of black threads before vanishing beneath the sand slurry in a bubbling swirl.
The quagmire undulates and quakes, echoing the final struggle of the lovers, now descending deep within its bottomless depths. Jessie feels sand filling her open mouth and throat, forcing out the last of her breath. She senses Donna's struggles and holds her close, receiving a tight embrace in return.
Please... please just let go... let go... she thinks, squeezing as hard as she can, determined to push out the rest of Donna's air.
Donna sucks in a large mouthful of quicksand, and feels herself choking, only to draw more sand into herself. She feels Jessie's body moving close to hers, and imagines herself dancing... their last dance... and despite the agony, she doesn't want it to end.
Strangely, the pain seems to be fading now, and Donna feels herself relax... her body is no longer resists the wet sand which flows down her throat to fill her belly and lungs... and she is drifting...
Through the thick sand, Jessie feels Donna stop struggling, and sighs. Her own body shudders against her lover's as the last of her life force is crushed out of her by the smothering morass, and her last sensations were of Donna's body pressed tight against hers.

The surface of the quicksand churns, and bubbles, then slowly calms as all motion beneath it ceases. The footprints dissolve into its sandy bulk, the shallow dent formed by Donna and Jessie's departure from this world fills with water, then flattens out. In time, no trace at all of the couple would remain...

[Chimerix]

That was HOT!!!

[cnelson566]

That was some dark stuff right there. Excellent!

[velocity88]

You’ve done it again. I’m always looking forward to PM2K writing an erotic, consensual sink.

(Not that all your other stories have their own artistic merits, but for the love of god, pleasepleasepleasePLEASE do more of this!!!!!!!!)

[Stephymink]

Another excellent story Purple Monkey. Thanks for sharing it with us!

[uw_ikarus]

Wonderful story...I day-dream about the feelings of the two during their ride to their place of fate...amazing imagination to do the same

[sinkwithme]

Wonderful story...I day-dream about the feelings of the two during their ride to their place of fate...amazing imagination to do the same

You’ve done it again. I’m always looking forward to PM2K writing an erotic, consensual sink.

(Not that all your other stories have their own artistic merits, but for the love of god, pleasepleasepleasePLEASE do more of this!!!!!!!!)

I am in full agreement with you both--- a wonderfully erotic and arousing story---which we have come to expect from this talented writer and a scenario on which I frequently daydream. Amazing stuff!!!