My eyes opened to chaos.
People’s mouths stretched with screams, yet my ears heard nothing. Even odder, I felt no pain.
Five years later…
Potent energy enveloped me. I marveled at the mountain just climbed while he tongue-fucked my ear.
“On or off?” I panted.
“Off. No wriggling away,” he chuckled.
Smiling, I detached my prosthetic legs.
Covering my nakedness with his own, he started his descent, sampling every inch of me. His tongue showed no mercy, eating me with wild abandon, his kisses made me feel whole again.
The bomb didn’t get the last word in my story.
