All Things Must End
I was standing in front of my apartment door with my stranger behind me slightly on my right. As the remembrance of my dream filled me, a huge smile grew. He would say yes. He would take the gift that I would offer him. I was pleased beyond compare.
Once we entered my apartment and it was bolted behind me I told him, "Make yourself comfortable. If you'd wait a moment please, I'd like to put my shoes away."
He nodded standing in the foyer.
After my shoes were in the rightful place I pulled out a few papers and made sure all of my affairs were in order. Then I came back into the living space to find him standing by the back patio staring out the window.
Coming up behind him I put him hand on his back smiling slightly. "I have a gift to offer you."
"A gift?" he asked confusion and disbelief showing in his tone.
I moved to stand next to him and took his arm like how I had when we had walked together two dreams ago.
Looking out through the windows I considered how my dreams had brought me to this moment and how, even though I had dreamt my death by this stranger three times already, each a better death than the one before, I was standing next to him. The whole thing was quite incredible actually. Smiling slightly and sighing in deep contentment I told him softly, "I would like to offer my body to you for sexual purposes." As soon as the words exited my mouth my nerves came back, but I quickly hushed them. They were unnecessary. He had already said yes in my dream.
He made a sound as if taking in air through his teeth, and, as in my dream, his body seemed to harden even more.
"It has been a long time," he eventually said as a sense of déjà vu filled me.
Whatever concerns or nervousness that might have been retreated in the complete calmness that overcame me. I had always believed that my déjà vus told me that I was on the right path. I trusted them over everything.
After a few moments he asked, "Why do you offer this?"
"You will give me a content death. It is the best gift I have to give to you in appreciation," I told him quietly only on this utteration this there was more strength behind my words.
He stilled as he had in my dream. When he spoke his voice sounded as if it was in disbelief. "You wish to thank me for this?"
"Yes," I told him fervently.
"You are very strange," he told me once more.
"Yes," I agreed.
"I am very strong. I am likely to break your bones. It might not be pleasant," he warned me as he had in the dream.
Considering my dream I told him, "For my sake I would prefer it to be painless. Nevertheless, my offer still stands. Might I suggest you test your strength on where I am more durable first and ease into things?"
"Is your death not enough to give?" he asked casually without a pause.
"My death is a gift you are giving me. I cannot give you what you are gifting me," I explained.
"Then I will accept," he stated simply as I knew he would.
"Let me prepare my bed and myself," I told him kissing his arm before walking away.
Walking into my room I pulled down the sheets, undressed myself, placed my clothes into the hamper, made sure my phone was off, and ensured everything was in order. My body was full of anticipation knowing what was ahead.
"Come," I told him simply, once I was ready, already on my stomach.
After undressing and folding his clothes in the exact manner as he had in the dream, he came and sat on top of my rump with his weight on his legs. Then he began touching my skin.
"Tell me if I press too hard," he demanded sharply.
"I will," I promised him.
His touch started out light as a feather just as before. The anticipation of what I knew was to come caused every touch to feel even more tinged. My whole body was in tune with his movements. Eventually his touch grew in strength as he moved around my shoulders and top of my back.
"Too much," I told him right before it would have become painful.
Then he carried out his test on my thighs.
"Too much," I stated when it was merely tender.
"Turn over," he directed.
Then in the exact precise orderly fashion as my dream he proceeded to lick and suck and massage all parts of me. Ecstasy came even easier, my peaks higher, and my lows less low. Hours later completely in a state of bliss and every muscle, every joint pure jelly he slipped between me and gently pushed himself inside of me. The dichotomous nature of his coldness against my heat, the soothing balm with my nerve endings ablaze felt familiar like somehow our joining was exactly what made everything feel right.
Settling into a deep sense of contentment I knew without doubt that the death he had offered and I had chosen was a good one.
This time I paid attention to his motions and would tell him, "too much" when he veered towards an intensity that would probably have damaged me. The pure pleasure without any pain was a new experience for me. I wanted him like I had never wanted anything before. I wanted him to do this to me over and over and never stop. For the first time my body felt cherished and wanted. And I wondered if this was what it felt like to feel alive.
More hours passed as he did things to my body that I had not known were possible moving me into positions that made the whole experience feel different. He was behind me flowing in and out his hands on my shoulders using them to secure me when he spoke the words that had ended things in the dream. "The sun is close to rising, mon chéri, I must go."
"I know," I told him resigned that it must end.
He took me to one more peek before pushing me into the bed so that my behind was high in the air, my knees spread, and my chest pressed onto the bed. Keeping himself within me he pulled in close and he brought his lips to my neck. The pain of him slicing me was expected and his cold lips numbed the throbbing. I focused on his in and out movements and the new wave of pleasure that he gave me. As he gave me rapture I felt him take it all, my life along with all that he had given me leaving nothing but an empty shell.
The gazelle died so the lion might live, and I was so grateful that I had offered my life in this way. As my mind slowed I hoped that my gift had improved his life at least a little, but I was sad that our time together had to end, as all things must.
