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Time Stands Still
By r.gold
Prelude Night 5:00 a.m.
The night fog shrouds the streetlamps in a cocoon, masking
the strong glow of their lights, keeping it from
illuminating the sidewalk.
The air is thick and damp. The night animal noises are
minimal. Footsteps sound muffled.
The usual noises of the night can be heard. The stalking of
the predators searching for their victims. While nature
ignores the food chain of life: hunger, death, and birth,
the people of the city protect each other.
The only movement we see through the fog are glimpses of
the slow cruising police cars. The occasional stopping to
shine their remote search light on park walls, the bottoms
of bridges, public restrooms, and the backs of store
parking lots. All the places the hungry pace, looking for
their own kind of sustenance.
Inside this quiet, we hear a sharp metallic click followed
by a shot. We sense the sound is made by a gun. We're
amazed that the sound is so toy like, just a pop. It
happens so fast, in such isolation. We listen for any more
noise.
If we were closer, we'd hear a sharp cry of pain then the
sound of a body hitting the ground. If we walked towards
the sound we'd hear heavy breathing.
A car engine starts and the sound of the motor roars. As
this shrouded vehicle leaves, the sounds seem to drift away
with it. We think back and try to remember if we ever saw
headlights.
Sunrise 5:30 a.m.
It's early morning and the dew is still settling in the
grasses. While the sun will warm the air later on, now it's
still cool and quiet.
The sound of the morning news papers being delivered from a
slowly moving station wagon, flipping the paper filled
plastic bag, hearing it bang against driveways, porches,
the occasional front door.
The car's brakes screech suddenly. The sound of the drivers
door opening followed by the radio booming, disturbing the
quiet of the dawn with the sound of loud radio.
We hear footsteps. A yell. The sound of a body being
carried. The radio going silent. Doors slamming. The roar
of the car speeding away.
As the blood seeps into the morning papers lying on the
back seat, all we hear is shallow breathing and a whimper.
Some papers will be late today.
One - Awakening 5 a.m.
I knew I was up too early. But, my bladder sent me padding
to the bathroom earlier than I would have chosen. I sat on
the seat in the darkness and listened to the early birds
chirping in the alley outside the bathroom.
I heard a roar and a pop from outside. The street noises
are so quiet that I recognize the sound the sound of a
handgun.
I finished going. I wiped. I stood. I listen for several
minutes to hear if anything more was going to happen.
I idly play with my genitals as I lean against the bathroom
wall with my head resting on the window. Yes, my little
thing is still between my legs, but these days its really
only good for urinating or arousal. It's kinda forgotten
the job that nature intended it for.
All those hormone treatments, all the efforts to align my
mind and my body.
When I hear nothing else happening, I assume that the night
was playing tricks on my ears. I stop fondling. I sigh.
I flush the toilet, rinse my hands, and cruise back under
the covers. I'm a T-shirt sleeper. I love to feel my
rounded, smooth butt against the satiny sheets, even when
they're cool from leaving the covers thrown back.
Pulling the covers back over me, I pretend I'm five years
old and empty my mind. I picture soft little bunnies
cuddling up together inside their den.
I snuggle back under the comforter and sprawl out searching
for sleep.
Spreading my legs, I gently rub myself on the sheets and am
rewarded with a warm sensation flowing through my body.
This tiny bit of warmth usually is enough to help me fall
back to sleep lying on my tummy.
Later, I'll wake up at the proper time. Thursdays are my
day off and the luxury of sleeping in is my favorite thing.
I lie under the covers with my head still buried in the
pillows while I take inventory. Sometimes, my mind runs way
too fast.
I use one hand and a shake of my head to clear the hair out
of my face. My wavy dark brown hair is way too long. I
generally pull it back in a soft scrunchie before bed and
some hairs have escaped as usual from my tossing and
turning.
I'm thinking about what I need to do this morning while I
gently stroke myself. My left arm snakes down between my
legs and I casually brush my trimmed pubic hair checking if
I need to wax or shave. Then my fingers find their way to
my stuff.
Even when it doesn't get hard, it does fill with blood and
respond to my ministrations. It feels as relaxing as ever
to lie here playing.
I rub my nipples against the sheets, feeling them harden
and grow. I am very proud of my breasts, one of my best
features. After five years of hormones, my nipples and
aureoles filled out and developed beautifully. Two years
ago, I had implants and I am so pleased with a full B cup.
I resisted getting larger ones because I don't like sagging
and had to consider my future.
Without opening an eye, I reach into my night table and
remove the anal vibrator and my tub of lubricant.
The vibrator slips in without any problem and I'm soon in
electric heaven. As I rub myself against the sheets, one
hand continues to move the appliance, increasing the
motion.
I feel my pulse rise. My breath is harder to catch. My
brain is turning to mush. Yum, I think. How long can I keep
this up?
The warmth moves up through my body. The tingling of
pleasure taking over as I use the appliance professionally.
As the waves of excitement spread through my body, my mind
turns off.
I'm now running on autopilot. I have practiced this for so
long that I am one with my orgasm. It builds, it flows, it
settles.
After a while, I settle down.
As I fall back asleep, I hear the sound of sirens coming
closer to my street. I'm wondering what's happened so early
in the morning. Then the sound of an ambulance. As sleep
returns, I think that this doesn't sound good.
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