Amber snapped the notebook computer shut and made her way to bathroom for her daily shower. It all came back to Amber; those younger days of when she dated guys. Amber was and always will be the queen of sex magick. She knows how to absolutely drive a guy nuts by totally wanting him with all her heart and then simply ignoring him. A guy breaks down and finally snaps so that he's head-over-heels in love with Amber. And that pretty, young wife of Daren's was going to get what's coming to her. Amber can win any man!—even the ones who are married to beautiful, young, wholesome women. It was about time that Amber destroyed a marriage and made people miserable. Why should that Mary be fortunate enough to have Daren?
Amber turned on the steamy, hot water and stepped into the shower, naked. Daren only wished he could have a piece of that. There are women out there, like Amber, who are just too good for Daren. As the narrator, I can tell you from what I see that Amber definitely has a gorgeous body. Small, perky tits that freely hang in the spray of the shower and a perky ass with soap bubbles that run down towards her sexy, shapely thighs; too bad I can't enter the fictional world and attack Amber myself!
Amber fondled and squeezed her naked breasts while imagining Daren's thick and strong hands touching them. He wanted those, and wished to do all sorts of things to them. But Daren couldn't have them!
Amber massaged and stimulated her clitoris and then inserted two fingers through the entrance of her vagina while imagining it to be Daren's desperate, hard cock of desire. It would feel so good for Amber! She even whispered his name, “Daren… Daren… What's wrong with you? I want you… Please come get me… Please…”
Daren wished to screw Amber so bad. But again, he couldn't have her! Daren was married. Aside from that, Amber was much, too good for him.
After her shower, Amber blow-dried her pretty, shoulder-length, blond hair and then styled it so that her hair hung wild and free. Daren probably liked blond women, especially sexy ones with gorgeous brown eyes and a hint of perfume sprayed on their naked breasts and pubic area. Amber stepped into a pair of silky, sexy thong panties and then turned her back towards the mirror to admire the reflection of a perky ass. She rubbed her hand on one of the cheeks of her ass while thinking of Daren. For a moment, it was his hand that felt that ass. But too bad Amber was too good for him. He could never touch it!
Next she strapped on a sexy, pushup bra so that breasts squashed together to form delicious cleavage. To make it even more delicious, she touched them up with a light spray of perfume. Only in Daren's wildest dreams would he be so fortunate to unlatch Amber's bra and watch her breasts burst forth.
January was too cold for a sexy dress. But a pair of dress slacks that snuggly hugged Amber's perky thong-covered ass would have been enough to drive a man wild. If close enough, an onlooker would notice the outline of a thong.
Finally, she put on a flimsy, button-down blouse so that her creamy push-up bra cleavage could be seen. Because it was January and cold, it was necessary for Amber to wear an open single-button sweater—open enough to display beckoning cleavage.
Trista was taken by surprise as Mother walked into the kitchen for breakfast and coffee. “Wow, Mom! Big meeting today or maybe a date later tonight?”
“No, I'm just the manager of the Jewelry department and need to look nice.”
“Yeah, right! Maybe that guy will come and see you today.”
“Oh, please!” answered Amber. “I'm not going to waste my time with that loser! You're right; if he can't be man enough to ask me out in person, then I'm not going to give him the time of day.”
Trista smiled to herself. It appeared that Mother learned quickly.
* * *
Oh, but Amber's thoughts and behavior didn't suggest any of this while at work. All morning and afternoon, she worked behind the counter of the Jewelry department and imagined Daren watching her from a distance like a hungry wolf that drooled at a piece of luscious meat. But he could have drooled all he wanted. Despite how badly Amber wanted him, Daren could never have her. Daren was married—for one—and definitely below Amber's league. The only type of women available to Daren were those average, frumpy women; not someone as elite as Amber.
But it was difficult not for her to fantasize. Occasionally when she had a moment, Amber traveled in her imagination to one of the back rooms where Daren took her by surprise and stripped her naked to ravish her body. Although a very, bad thing and something Daren had no right to do; some part of Amber might have actually enjoyed this. And this is how the crazy, stewing energy of sex magick builds up. Although Amber had those overwhelming, primal urges to be taken down and raped by a desperate man who couldn't help himself; Amber maintained her prudence while reminding herself that there were men much, more worthy to have her. Patience, after all, is a virtue.
This doesn't mean to say, of course, that Amber didn't release those urges in the late night hours. With the bedroom door closed so that Trista wouldn't hear her, Amber lay in bed—naked—while fondling all her private treasures. She whispered and called out for the man who so desired her, “Daren… Daren… Why can't you be here with me? Why do you have to be married? Why can't you be man enough to force yourself in this house… in this bedroom and take me in this bed?”
Amber squeezed her naked breasts while imagining that it was Daren's hands that did this. It was wrong to let him touch her, but felt so good. He even pinched her nipples. And to emulate his warm tongue, Amber moistened her fingers with plenty of saliva and circled her nipples with fingertips.
Perhaps in need of a kiss, she opened her mouth so that her thumb and tongue danced and played with each other. The index finger lightly stroked Amber's lips. It was Daren who kissed her; again, so wrong and yet feeling so good.
Oh no! Daren's hands made their way down towards Amber's crotch as she made both hands wrestle with each other. One hand wished to touch Amber's pussy while the other fought to hold it back.
“Daren, no! You can't do that! Please, nooooooo…” She whispered it so seductively to intensify her pleasure in fantasizing the act of being seduced.
Daren's fingers finally touched Amber's clitoris which sent waves of excitement through her body. But he wanted more!
“No, Daren! You can't!”
Amber wiggled and squirmed her crotch around while two of her fingers tried to penetrate the entrance of her vagina. “No! No!”
But his hard cock found its way inside.
Amber whispered out long and hard. “Nooooooooooooooo!” In her mind she screamed and yelled out with a voice that was drenched with adrenaline and sorts of sex hormones. Amber's heart raced and she shook with excitement as Daren's big, hard cock slipped in and out.
“Can't you see how much I want you?” Amber whispered. “Don't you want to do this to me? Where are you? Hurry, Daren! Hurry and get in this bedroom before I cum!”
But it was too late. Amber exploded while releasing all her wishes and desires into the night. For now it was another night, alone, without Daren in her bed. But if you've come to know Amber, then you know that all of her wishes come true!—all of them! And if you've come to know Daren—particularly in The Tree Goddess—then you know that playing sex magick with such a man is very dangerous, and a bad idea.
Chapter 39
Kimberly brushed her teeth every morning and night. But on this particular evening, she was a bit hurt at Jim's sudden announcement of her offensive breath.
“Pew! I'm sorry, but you've got bad breath!”
Kimberly refused to let his verbal assault go unanswered. “Oh, like your breath smells nice all the time?”
“I just thought you wanted to know. It smells like doggy breath—even worse than that! It smells like there is something wrong.”
“Something wrong?” Kimberly asked.
“Yeah, like you're sick or something.”
Again, Kimberly would not allow her husband to have the last word. “Oh, whatever! You should smell yours after eating cheese. Now that's nasty!”
; Sometime later in the quiet bathroom while preparing to brush her teeth, Kimberly noticed the peculiar need to take rapid breaths. It was almost as-if she had completed an afternoon jog or had just come in from doing yard work. It was now in the evening hours, a time of day when she vegged out in front of the TV. Kimberly's respiration and heart rate should have been slow and relaxed. Why the alarming need to take deep and quick breaths?
The following afternoon, Kimberly noticed the increasing need to cough which was followed by that infected taste that is exhaled from the chest when sick. That's when Kimberly concluded that a lower respiratory infection was developing. It certainly explained the need to take deep and quick breaths the previous evening. And it certainly explained Jim's observation of Kimberly's bad breath. But Jim didn't need to know this.
“Great! I don't have time to be sick! Now the kids are going to catch it and might have to stay home from school!” Kimberly reached for her first line of defense; an Airborne effervescent tablet to be quickly dissolved in water. Has the reader ever used this miracle? Many people swear that taking one of these before or after being in a crowded area with sick people prevents the common cold. Many, still, are probably skeptical. But I'll tell you first hand that Airborne has an even greater effect than what is believed.
Consider that moment when you first realize that you are coming down with a cold. Maybe you have a slight tickle in your throat. Maybe you feel your blood pressure or circulation is not right. Whatever your early warning light is, be sure to dissolve an Airborne effervescent tablet into water and then drink it down. It's loaded with vitamins, supplements and herbs that boost the immune system. And whatever that initial symptom is that you might feel, it will be gone in a few hours.
I don't think that Airborne serves as a cure to the common cold. I believe the user still has the cold, but never actually “comes down with it”. Personally, I can live with that!
Unfortunately for Kimberly, she would soon find out that she had more than a common cold. Airborne doesn't work for more serious illnesses. As a couple days passed, her throat and lower respiratory passages developed an uncomfortable, hacked and dried sensation which resulted in uncontrollable coughing. No secretions could be produced; only a need to cough all the more. Kimberly's voice turned low and cracked. And then whatever infection invaded her lower respiratory passages, it moved its way up to the back of her throat which resulted in a raging sore throat; the kind that makes eating and drinking a miserable experience. Kimberly's lymph nodes were painfully swollen. Then her inner ears began to tickle. Finally, the infection invaded her nasal passages which initially caused a stinging pain while exhaling. Only the over-production of mucus brought relief to this discomfort.
Now, on an evening in early February, Kimberly lay on the sofa in a long-overdue realization that she was terribly sick. Bundled up in a blanket and shivering from the chills, Kimberly was deeply concerned over the battle to keep her temperature down. The fevers would attack at night. Could she die from some strange flu or virus?
Jim was concerned of his wife. “Honey, do you want me to take you to urgent aid? You can't go on like this.”
“No, I made an appointment with the doctor. I see her tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?”
“I'll be alright, Jim.”
Jim studied his sickly wife on the sofa and then placed his hand on her forehead. “How's your temperature?”
“It's at 100. I just took another Motrin.” It wasn't uncommon for Kimberly's temperature to reach 103 and even 104 degrees in the evening hours. That's serious for an adult!
For over a week, Kimberly had been sleeping on the sofa. Jim assumed she was being considerate. But on that night, he felt the need to offer the bed. “Honey, why don't you sleep in bed tonight? I'll sleep on the sofa. You should get a good night rest. It might do you good.”
“No, Jim; that's fine. I won't be able to sleep. The TV kind of keeps me going through the night.” If you live in a modern, well-to-do society; then you might take the TV for granted. With a terribly high fever and pain throughout respiratory passages, the TV nearly keeps one alive. As one dozes off, only to be startled awake from bad dreams, those late night infomercials or cooking shows seem to restore a sense of comfort.
* * *
Zpak is a modern-day, antibiotic wonder. A brand name for Azithromycin, it is often sold in a packet that contains five days worth of antibiotic therapy. The user takes two initial tablets, followed by one tablet per day for the remaining four days.
Zpak is highly effective in treating respiratory infections. After taking note of Kimberly's night fevers, swollen lymph node glands and the fact that other patients throughout Mapleview had visited with similar complaints; the doctor felt it best to prescribe her patient with a treatment of Zpak.
But it additionally included a dose of scolding from Dr. Klause, who was somewhat unhappy with Kimberly's weight. Not obese, Kimberly had always leaned towards being full sized. “I see you haven't had a doctor visit in over a year. What's going on?”
Kimberly apologized, “I know. I've just been busy and time goes by quick, you know?”
“It's understandable.” reassured Dr. Klause. “But I see you've gained over 20 pounds since your last visit. That's not healthy. You're almost 40 years old and you have things like cholesterol, diabetes and hypertension to consider. Your blood pressure is fine, but you haven't had blood work done in over a year. How do we know something isn't going on?”
Kimberly further apologized, “I'm sorry…”
Dr. Klause handed Kimberly the five day Zpak along with an order for blood work. “Promise me that when you feel better you'll get some lab work done. I'm having them screen your cholesterol, check your blood sugar and some of the other basics. You fast for twelve hours before going, understand?”
Kimberly understood that Dr. Klause was right, so she reassured her physician, “I promise; I'll do it.” She'd say anything to experience the relief from those antibiotics.
* * *
In a miraculous turnaround, after only three days of antibiotic treatment, Kimberly no longer felt ill. The fevers had subsided; the raging, sore throat and dry, unproductive, cough was gone. That overall feeling of things being infected inside was gone. As a result, Kimberly resumed night-full rests in her own bed while sleeping next to her husband. She was inconvenienced on her first night, however, with a nasty attack of post nasal drip in the midnight hours. It awakened her as she had the uncontrollable urge to cough. The tickle in her throat was maddening.
“Have I been coughing long?” Sitting up in bed, Kimberly was aware that Jim was awake.
“Yeah, ever since you fell asleep.”
“Oh, I'm sorry! Why didn't you wake me up? I would have taken some Robitusson.”
“Eh… it's not so bad…”
Jim was only being nice. Kimberly knew this. She scuffed over to the medicine cabinet for a shot of Robitusson cough syrup. Nyquil probably would have done equally as well, but Kimberly wasn't about to load up on narcotics for the night. Outside of some midnight post nasal drip, she was feeling much better thanks to the Zpak.
After slipping under the blankets, it didn't take Kimberly long to fall back to sleep. And it didn't take long for the Robitusson to ease her urge to cough.
But Jim lay awake in the dead of night. It wasn't the disturbance from Kimberly's coughing that made it difficult to fall asleep. Rather it was the mixed feeling he had towards the recent activity of sex magick with Ekaterina. Although it violated every moral and belief that Jim could think of, he knew it was necessary for correcting his incurment of bad karma. If only Ekaterina could have had been more appealing and attractive. Once upon a time, she might have had heart-stopping, beautiful torpedo breasts. But now they were saggy and hung down past her navel. Such a shame; Jim loved breasts.
Jim really loved breasts! Amber had a nice pair, but she never allowed Jim to touch them. Why would such a beautiful woman prevent her man from enjoying such go
rgeous breasts?
Kimberly, too, had a beautiful rack. In younger years, Jim would play with Kimberly's breasts as often as he liked. But sexual activity seems to be far and few between after some years of marriage. For now, all Jim could do was watch his wife's breast-covered chest rise and fall under the blanket. He listened as Kimberly took deep, full breaths and was convinced that she was sound asleep.
In earlier years of their marriage, Jim enjoyed stealing a late night fondle of Kimberly's sexy, oversized breasts while she slept. When Jim dated her, she possessed a very, nice c-cup rack. Through the years, her breasts actually grew in size so that Kimberly now possesses an astonishing, triple-d rack! This was probably due to Kimberly's gradual gain in weight.
Jim certainly didn't mind Kimberly's chunkiness. After all, chunky women typically have bigger tits than normal-sized women. He carefully rolled over towards his wife and slowly pulled the covers down. There lay the two luscious mounds that protruded through Kimberly's flannel night shirt. Jim delicately cupped his hand over the nearest breast. It felt so good to touch a young woman's breast with his hand.
One time in the earlier part of their marriage, Jim managed to successfully pull Kimberly's nightshirt above her breasts. This presented an opportunity to gently fondle as he pleased. As Jim recalled, Kimberly's naked breasts were so warm to the touch as she soundly slept that night. Tonight she wore a flannel, button-down night shirt. What an exciting challenge it would be to carefully unbutton and expose Kimberly's naked breasts. And so one-by one, Jim undid each button, requiring nearly 10 minutes of careful diligence. Kimberly would occasionally change her breathing which signaled a possible awareness of her surroundings. At one point, she turned her head slightly while jolting her arm. But Jim couldn't give up! He was so close to seeing what he so strongly desired.
With sufficient buttons undone, Jim pulled apart Kimberly's flannel nightshirt. And there they rested; Kimberly's gorgeous, oversized, naked breasts! They resembled two gigantic cupcakes with perhaps a jellybean at the center of each one for decoration. And like a child who drools in anticipation of a pastry, Jim wanted Kimberly's breasts.
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