MfM: Seasons + extraterrestrial

Ada wrote a lovely MfM today on the topic of Seasons. I didn’t feel comfortable writing the introduction to such a warm piece so I asked her what to say. She told me:

Just say: “I wrote this in memory of my husband of almost eleven years, who died at age 40.”

So many seasons with him. Seasons of courtship in the fall – helping him buy his first winter coat, gloves, boots, and scarf. Knitting him another scarf for Christmas.

At the same time, learning each others’ bodies. When I took his virginity, I wouldn’t tie him up. I thought that would be bad symbolism for our partnership. But he was tied up when he proposed and I said “Yes”.

Then our first spring, when I moved in with him. He said he would try to take my birthday off work. Then he said he hadn’t been able to do so, but on my birthday he surprised me with a trip to an amusement park – because he’d gotten the day off all along.

In the summer, I got a job to pay for our wedding expenses. Everyone knew my parents wouldn’t be able to pay for it.

Then came fall again, and we were married one year after our first phone call. We went to New Orleans for the honeymoon, and he took me to the space museum in Huntsville, Alabama on the way home.

There are other seasons in my tale, seasons of illness and moving, children and, but I shall save them for another day.

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I couldn’t think of anything to write for this weeks topic, I’m trying to get back to being a university student and such. Work is light so far but I’m still worried about not getting things done and I think that is throwing me off a little. Also…Ada’s visit this Friday is making me feel all wonderful and nervous and such. Oh yes, if you have suggestions for things we should do while she is here you should let us know. ANNNYYYYWAYYYY last Thursday was my first day of class so I missed last weeks and I did plan to do a response to Ada’s MfM

I wake suddenly, trying to sit up, only finding myself bound. I snap fully awake and my eyes finally focus on a horrifying scene in front o fme. A large…..lovecraftian…..thing…has bound my love to a metal slab in the middle of the room. My heart stops for a moment as it behings sliding its tentacles into her pussy. I fight against the bonds around me, but they don’t give. Its sliding into her ass now, lifting her off the slab to do so. Goddamn I shouldn’t be aroused by my love getting abused like that but I can’t help it and feel myself hardening. A thin tentacle wraps around me cock and begins stroking it. I wimper, hating the touch but unable to deny how it feels. I hear Ada gasp “All yours, darling,” as the creature forces her to orgasm and my response is lost as her love for me even at a time like this pushes me over the edge and I climax with her despite the distance separatingus.

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Not nearly as good as hers, but I hope she (and you) enjoy it.