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Kimberly is immediately possessed with the desire to have his masculinity in her mouth, and so takes it in, rapidly moving it in and out, sucking and rubbing on it as she does so. It is too large for her to take all of it in, but he does not seem to mind, as his eyes close, and he touches the back of her head, but not forcing her to take more of himself into her mouth.

Before long, she is recovered from her orgasm, and stops giving his member attention with her mouth. “Is everything okay?” he asks, surprised by her having stopped.

“Yes, I am just tired of waiting for you to f*ck me,” she answers in a whisper, and kneels on the floor, leaning on the couch to support her upper body. Robert kneels behind her, and slowly invades her hollow, carefully distending and expanding the wet cavern. As a sexually liberated young woman, she is not unexperienced when it comes to sexual encounters with men, but Robert is the first who was possesses a member the sheer size of his.

He slowly begins to move in and out of her , and she relishes every fraction of an inch as it grinds on the inside of her tightness, quickly causing her to lose any and all concepts of time as he pleasures her.

After a period of time (Kimberly does not know how long), she can feel once more the growing strength of orgasm deep in the recesses of her stomach, and her valley begins to clench around the iron instrument with which he is penetrating her. She gyrates her hips against him, pushing against him so as to take him as far into her as he can reach.

Her breasts bounce and jump underneath her to the rhythm of Robert’s constant thrusting, and when he reaches around to pinch her nubs, she can’t help but cry out, “Oh my, God! I am going to come.”

This is all it takes for Robert to finally reach his peak, and he fills her with his ejaculation, which immediately forces its way out of her , down her legs and onto the carpet.

Together, they collapse onto the rug, physically incapable of going any further.

They laid together on the floor for several hours, talking about their hopes, dreams and ambitions. Together, they realize that the other is exactly what they have been hoping and dreaming for.

Some months later, they are married, and Robert goes to work for a motivational speaker, helping other veterans overcome the traumas of combat. He still has the occasional flashback, but with Kimberly, he feels as if the things he experienced overseas are not as pressing as they used to be.

A year after their wedding, Kimberly finds that she is pregnant. It’s a boy.

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Table Of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1: Haunted Mind

Chapter 2: The Softest Touch

Chapter 3: You Are My Escape

Conclusion

Introduction

It had been two years since Eric had woken up in his own bed. His heart raced and his ears strained listening closely for the slightest sound. He knew he was back home on American soil, but his instincts were still in the Middle East. Explosions had filled his dreams and he could still feel their lingering vibrations trembling through his muscular body. He sat up and reached for his boots. They weren't by the bed.

He turned on the lamp and surveyed the room. It looked the same as it had when he lived at home as a teenager. Outdated band posters still lined the walls and his wrestling trophies overtook the room with their metallic gleams. He walked across the room and wrapped his hand around his State Championship trophy. Eric strained his memory struggling hard to remember what that life had been like. Memories came back in flashes, but slipped through his fingers before they could feel normal.

Eric headed into the bathroom. He had showered before going to bed and the hot water beating against his body had been the only thing able to calm his nerves. Even after scrubbing he still felt phantom grit, dirt, and sand on his skin. Every so often he'd catch himself brushing it off. The habit had not gone unnoticed by his brother, Gary.

Eric stepped into the shower and gave into the steam and hot water. It was easy to focus on it and how it pelted against his strong muscular body. In his younger days he would have examined his muscles flexing them in groups imagining just how impressed the ladies would be when he took his shirt off at a pool party. Now they were just proof that he had survived the worst and served his country. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered losing his virginity in this very shower with his high school girlfriend Sherri while his parents were out of town. Now almost ten years later Sherri was married to a banker and had two kids of her own.

He looked down at his flaccid member and tried to remember the last time it had been something more than a hunk of flesh to tuck away into his underwear before heading out into enemy territory. There had been prostitutes that liked to gather and tempt and tease the soldiers outside of the base. Some of the guys, even the married ones, gave into the desperation war was known to breed, but Eric had avoided them.

At the time he had planned to find a good woman and settle down into a quiet and happy marriage, it was when he came home. It wouldn't have served his purposes to bring back one of the many venereal diseases that ran rampant through the prostitute circles. So he had learned to suppress the urges that came so naturally to any man. Alone in the shower he began to wonder if he had left those urges behind in the sand.