A Last Breath Part 1 An introduction

This story is quite lengthy so i have broken it into several parts. The tags apply to each individual section seeing as people seem picky about the tags. Please forgive my spelling and grammatical errors as i use a phone for this. Ummmmz the only other thing i wanted to say i guess was that this story although it is clearly fictional a lot is based on life, I leave it to you to decide what parts are which.*******************************************************************************************************************

It hurt. Breathe… in and out, in and out. Slowly the pain becomes manageable and she shakes her head disparagingly. She knew better, had done this enough times to learn, to learn she couldnt rush after they cut the monster from her flesh. The padding held in place with surgical tape stains a dark crimson, “Shit“ cursing under her breath at popping yet another stitch, she sighs softly as her shoulders slump with the weight of her life. So heavy it seems and yet still so young, but age isnt always measured in years, and the short 25 years she had lived certainly endured to many decades. Leaning heavily against the thick pole supporting the tin shelter roof of the bus stop she closes her eyes with exhaustion. The simple exericise of walking from the hosptal doors 400m away to here had depleted the small store of energy she had.

As the roar and loud hiss of the buses brakes sounds in her ears as it pulls up before her she gives herself a small rousing shake in order to board the bus. After paying her ticket and moving to the back, she sits heavily and stares vaguely out the window. It isnt until the bus begins to roll that she notices the dark shadowed figure of a large man standing hidden in a thicket of trees on the other side of the road. Her pulse leaps oddly and she turns her head to look at him as the bus moves away, having an odd sensation that its her he watches.

Strong hands move firmly over her ribs to lightly feather the bottom curve of her breasts as they span her ribs. Soft warm lips move sensually over hers, his tongue caressing over her lips before pushing past. With a soft sigh she opens to him, winding her arms around his neck, pressing her soft curves into his tall hard frame. Moving her tongue hesitantly against his, she soon melts at the warm rush of pleasure as he explores her mouth, slowly coaxing her to return his passion. As a heavy heat settles low in her abdomen she shifts her hips against him, moaning low at the feel of his evident desire pushing against her waist and stomach. Pulling back slowly to peer up at him, she gets a glimpse of dark eyes before…….. She sits up alone in her bed, in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom.

” Nooo..” Her strangled cry echos emptyly around her and she throws herself back on her pillows with a dissapointed sigh. Staring at the ceiling a slow steady burn from the wound on her arm begins to intrude on her attempt to recall deatils of her dream.