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He dozed, his awareness of his position never going fully away. His head drooped. Colors drifted across his vision. Silver, red, brown, blue. Whirling strands of energy. He tried to grasp them, to call them, but they taunted him. Danced closer, then rushed away to swirl aimlessly, all around him, a solid wall of magic. It imprisoned him.
Then the air energy separated itself from the maelstrom. It coalesced in front of him, stroking his body. His cock, which had softened with no stimulation, jerked in response to the gentle touch. It took no time for him to become just as hard as before. A moment later, as he watched, the energy took form, resolved into a shape. Into Maggie's shape. She knelt before him, smiling her gentle smile, the one she wore at the rare times she allowed herself to just be with him.
"I love you," he tried to say, but his voice wouldn't work. He couldn't move. Maggie's hand was around him now, and she started to lower her head. God, he wanted her mouth on him. But there was something wrong. He moved his hips back, but all that did was pump her fist on him. Her grin didn't look so open and loving now. It looked hard and satisfied. And then it wasn't hers. It was someone else's. Someone's he didn't want. Her hair changed color, grew longer, a sheet of black down her back. Her jeans and snug shirt turned into a shimmering black gown. Her mouth, rimmed in bright red lipstick, curved. Her tongue came out of her mouth, reaching, and touched him.
Posted August 3, 2010
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