Breath of Life — P.J. Rosier

He’d sent her a Valentine’s Day card and was pleased to see it proudly displayed on the mantelpiece. He hadn’t signed it; there was no need. He was the only love of her life.

She sat waiting for him, pert and alert. Eyes sparkling, skin glowing, her mouth a little moue of surprise as he produced the big bunch of flowers he had hidden behind his back.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, planting a big kiss on her rouged cheek. He felt her quiver with pleasure and heard her sigh as he took her in his arms.

Her dress was apt for their Valentine’s trist. A tight black bodice up-thrust her double D breasts, with matching skimpy panties and a garter belt of racy red connecting to sheer, flesh coloured stockings. She was barefooted.

He swept her into his arms and carried her, wriggling in mock protest, to the bedroom where he laid her tenderly down. It was the work of but a moment to strip beside his inamorata who had turned tenderly towards him. With practised ease, he unclipped the bodice allowing her breasts freedom. Applying his lips and tongue to their puckered nipples, he heard again her deep sigh.

Slipping her panties down he gently parted her slender thighs. Sliding into her warm and wanton depths, he thrust slowly at first then faster and faster as passion overcame him.

Just as he reached his climax, she gave a long, lusty squeal and suddenly deflated beneath him.

He sadly stroked the flaccid flesh, formerly so engorged with breath, now punctured by a misplaced hook and eye. He made a belated New Year’s resolution to buy a doll with better quality vinyl next time.

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Peter Rosier is a British author who has had work published in paper form (Mammoth Books, Sensorotika Press, Meat Grinder Press, etc) and on-line including Ruthie’s Club and Oysters and Chocolate.  Work has also been scripted for Hong Kong television and performed on stage by fringe theatre in London.