A Prayer By jules Copyright 2002 ©

Eyes that were once large, round and brilliant are now slender slits surrounded by red puffy lids, with iris's partially hid.

Caramel colored and melting into tears, with hopes and dreams being replaced by sadness and fears. "I never really thought you would leave," her yet sobbing voice grieves.

The loss of a man, of his cock, of his clit twisting tongue, the loss of more, so much more then that. "I can feel my heart crack,"she yells with her fist pounding her breasts in illustration. In stigmata fashion a bloody hole appears on both palms and above her toes.

"Crucify me then if you will, let my pain be as real as you were to me. Let it be seen and not just a psychological blow. Bind me to the boards, tie me tightly to the cross I bear, and let the blood I feel rushing from my broken heart rage out of my wounds, and from my life giving hole."

With arms and legs spread wide, and plasma puddling the crucifix stands ever erect and presses into her aching skin. She presses back in ancient ritual and begins to feel her pussy throb and nipples turn into hardened knobs. Her ass starts to grind and hump the hardness, as her oozing holes beg to be forgiven and filled, her spasms and undulation quicken as the phallic symbol enters and stabs her into tears of joy.

Her sorrow over, the blood letting done, caramel eyes shining as she whimpers and pleads, "Oh dear Lord please just fuck me again."

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