Invite Me In

Invite Me In

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Michael, now an old man, still awaits until the day that the young and adventurous Alehia returns.

Summary

Michael, now an old man, still awaits until the day that the young and adventurous Alehia returns.

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Submitted: November 06, 2011

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Submitted: November 06, 2011

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"Michael." She whispered his name at the wind. Standing outside of his window she watched him take one of her dresses out of the closet and spread its skirts one the bed.
He looked down at the dress, and she saw him shake and fall to the floor sobbing.
He cried, and screamed calling out for her. "Alehia!" Just like every night for the past forty years.
She couldn't take his pain anymore, and so she flew to the window and tapped three times. The sight of her through the window knocked all of his breath away. "I'm crazy, I'm going crazy." But then he heard that familiar chuckle and her voice in his head.

Invite me in, Michael.
He did. Michael ran to the window, unlatched the lock, and invited her in. He stared at her, trying to figure out why God would play him this joke.
"Hello Michael, it has been too long." At the sound of her voice his poor heart started to beat faster. She noticed his breathing rhythm and ran towards him. "Breathe, mike, breathe." He did, and before his heart would fail him he kissed her. She felt real, and soft. So real that he wept again.
"You haven't aged, Ali." He said when he was done. She smiled and replied, "You haven't either." He gave her a I'm-not-an-idiot look and she laughed.
"I'm sixty two, Ali. I am too old." He knew what she was. "You haven't aged since the age of 20 I see. Care to share your potion?" She laughed again. He enjoyed the sound of her laughter. After forty years, he still loved her.
He was so happy to have her here, he let her take him and sit at the edge of the bed. He watched her take her clothes off. The beauty of her body made his heart beat the faster. "Breathe" she cooed.
She stood in front of him and did the same. She kissed him and laid him back to the bed. As she straddles him, the first thrust of his sex, and the heat of his body made her exited. He panted in ecstasy, she moans in delight. She let him be on top, thrusting with the little strength he had left.
When they both came to their climax, they laid side by side in his bed. "Are you staying for good, Ali?"
She knew this would happen, and it wasn't because of his wrinkled skin, his white hair or his discolored teeth; she had to leave. She couldn't hurt him any more than she has. It had to be done.
She looked into his eyes and his smiled wiped away by the force of her compulsion. "You will not remember me, you will forget me. I never existed. Sleep." His eyes drooped closed and when he started to snore, already dressed, she walks toward the window. From over her shoulder, she whispered “I’ve always loved you, Michael, goodbye."
This time she never came back. She never stood, again, under his window looking in and sees him cry or hear out his name.
The night he died, he opened his closet and saw the dress. He sniffed it and laid it out on the bed. When he touched it, one name escaped his lips, "Alehia." He remembered, the force being so much that his heart stopped.
She never knew that he remembered.
Before he died, he saw her in that dress dancing in circles in her mother's garden. How her red hair flew in waves by the wind. He saw their first kiss, and smiled the last smile his heart gave him chance to give.


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