Sand of the Hour Glass

Reaching over, she takes a large sponge and a bar of soap and begins to lather her hands together. Sliding her hand softly against his back, she finds his skin is rough to the touch. Bringing the sponge down, she starts to work it slowly in circles and watches as the soap seems to make all the scars disappear for just a moment. She slides her soapy hands around his chest pulling herself tight against his back and sliding up and down slowly. Her nipples begin to get hard as her hands work the soapy lather over his pecs, she finds his nipples are hard too and she rubs them playfully.

Her hips thrust up and down slow and steady against his leg, as she continues to wash him. She tenderly lifts his hand and starts to scrub from his wrist up to his shoulder, making sure to wash his underside, that soft spot in the ribs. She works her way around him, sliding her naked body against his. They stand there in the tub facing each other, feeling their hot breath on each others faces.

She whispers softly "Did that help release some tension Jeremiah?" she smiles sweetly.

"Oh, some, but I think it caused more harm than good." He reaches down grabbing her ass tightly, his throbbing hard cock pressed against her stomach. She looks up a little surprised.

"Oh my, Mr McGowan, now now. What would the others think?" She chuckles teasingly. "Screw what the others think...."

He lifts her just enough and pushes his full eight inches deep into her hot folds. She gasps out loudly, he pushes deeper and harder as if trying to hit the very end of that hot wet tunnel inside her.

Reaching up and grabbing onto the wall for support, she breaths heavily and he takes her fast and then slows down. He spins her over in the water, her back to him now. Reaching up with his rough hands and finding a nipple, pinching so hard she screams. "OH FUCK!"

His fingers are so strong and rough it feels as though he is going to rip her nipple right off, this only makes her thrust back on him harder and faster. He reaches up and wraps a hand around her thin neck, squeezing just enough for her to gasp and enjoy every thrust more as he pounds her like a beast. She screams as she cums all over him.

He picks her up and sets her on the side of the tub, up against the back wall so she can support herself. They kiss deeply, their tongue circling around each others as their hands continue to explore, He starts to slide down her kissing and suckling on her neck, leaving little soft hickey marks. His lips travel down further to find her nipples, the one he pinched and pulled on is so swollen instead of easing the pain, he decides to suck and play with the other nipple. She moans out "Oh Jeremiah." her fingers sliding through his hair.

Kneeling down in the tub, he looks up at his beautiful victim and gives her a wicked smile just as his tongue slides out and finds her clit instantly. She squeals as his tongue pokes and licks softly at first, but is then sucked into his mouth and assaulted with his tongue, caressing her hot sweet button against the roof of his mouth. She closes her eyes and gets completely lost and wrapped up in his energy, with only gasps and the occasional 'fuck yes baby' escaping her lips. As she begins to reach that sweet breaking point she screams and arches her back almost knocking him over as she cums and squirts all over his face.

He holds her as she shakes, his cock throbbing so fast and hard, then turns her around. Whispering in her ear softly he says, "Brace yourself my lil slut, this may hurt a little."

He holds her tightly as he slowly pushes his cock into her tight ass. She is shocked and surprised, no one has ever taken her this way or rather she's never let anyone until now. Excitedly, she bends over further allowing him easier access to her tight virgin ass.

"Oh fuck, Jeremiah, please be gentle. I've never let anyone take me like this" she says so coy and seductively. He slides out just a little to ease up on the pressure, and then pushes back in with a little more force, she screams out in pain and pleasure that starts to back into him, wanting him to open her up like a toy on Christmas Day. Never has she felt so completely lost in ecstasy as she gives in to him completely and she feels her body just open up and take every inch of him into her.

He starts to pound her ass hard and deep, her screaming and moaning getting louder and louder. He reaches up and grabs her hair, yanking her head back and wrapping his other hand around her throat again, pounding her ass relentlessly. Moaning, the horny little slut she is loves every inch that he drives into her; she screams for more when he starts slapping her ass cheeks back and forth, fiercely with something hard. In her head she is lost, completely giving herself to a man for the first time in her life. She's screaming in her head and in the room.

"Don't stop, fuck me yes. Don't stop, Jeremiah. Oh god yes." She rambles those same words over and over from time to time in between orgasms and catching her breath.

The pace slows, and she goes limp. "Oh my Jeremiah, I don't know if I can take anymore" she whimpers softly.

"I find that hard to believe, you sexy lil bitch. I know you've got a lot more in you." He picks her up and lifts her out of the bath and over to the bed, Before he can lay her in it she kneels in front of him, taking his hard thick throbbing cock in her hand and stroking it slowly.

"Oh yeah, you think so huh?" She smiles wickedly as she swallows his cock whole all the way down to his pelvis, and then some. She sucks hard and deep, her other hand taking his balls and softly caressing them between her fingers; she can feel how full they are, just waiting to be released. She bobs her head up and down quickly, sucking hard, then soft and then hard again, slowing down and enjoying every inch of his cock, like a hungry little animal waiting to be fed again.

She sucks his cock fast, then slow, adjusting her tongue pressure. Licking every inch of him, feeling his head slide down her throat and all she can think about is getting it in even further. She looks up at him; there is fire of passion in her eyes and she starts bobbing faster. He holds onto the bed post moaning out loud, his other hand wrapped in her hair as she lets go of his cock and lets him fuck her mouth. She closes her eyes and moans, enjoying the hard throbbing, pounding cock in her mouth and throat. She wants more, in her head she is screaming for more, give it all to me, I wanna be your whore.

He slides out and picks her up and kisses her deeply, she loves the taste of him in her mouth. He pushes her back to her bed lifting her legs up and curling her into a ball, she is spread wide open for him as he holds her ankles together, pushing her legs to her chest. He slaps her ass hard, she cries out softly. He does it again, she whimpers. He reaches over and grabs her hairbrush from the night stand and starts spanking her with it. Hitting her ass hard, over and over, she cries out.

"NO! Daddy please!! No I'll be a good girl, no please!!" But her cries fall on deaf ears and his spanking gets harder.

She thrashes her legs around, trying to get away from the hairbrush and the brutal spanking. She's crying out, tears flowing from her eyes, begging him to stop, but all the while in her head she secretly begs for more. The spanking suddenly stops and he shoves his cock deep into her throbbing wet pussy. He puts his hands behind her knees pushing them all the way back to her shoulders, using his weight against her to pound his cock deeper. She can feel him hitting that spot deep inside her playfully; he keeps getting closer.

"Yes, fuck me deeper damn it, fuck me harder" she says.

Trying to get him angry so he would pound that cock of his deeper still. He starts grunting really loud, slamming his cock deeper and deeper into her.

"Yes fuck me, Daddy, fuck me like the lil whore I am. Cum for me, cum deep inside me Daddy." She starts whispering, coaxing him on.

He snarls, she grabs onto his arms and he power drives his cock with everything he has left in him. They can both feel the tension building and she knows he is getting closer and closer.

"Yes baby..... give it all to me, let me have it. Fuck me baby" she continues to whisper.

He lets out a loud grunting roar as he explodes deep inside her, coating her hot wet throbbing walls. He slumps down into her arms and they lay there breathing hard. After a moment, they roll over and just bask in that after glow.

Moments pass before either of them say anything. He looks down, and watches her breath, she lays there listening to his heartbeat. They relax awhile, listening to the sounds of the bar below reaching up to them. The music is lively and they can hear a woman singing, getting the crowd involved. The men yell and cheer, the women in the crowd follow suit and shout loudly when it's their turn. Then the whole group gets going. Coraline slowly gets up, and starts to get dressed.

Jeremiah rolls to his side. "So is that the end of this evening lovely lady?"

She smiles as she pulls on her clothes. "Why not at all, my good sir, I am the owner of this fine establishment. You are more than welcome to come down with me, or after me if you wish."

"I suppose this is the only place still open this time a night huh?" He asks, as he rolls to the side of the bed and starts to put his clothes back on.

She rolls over, and slides out of bed. Picking up her cloths and dressing slowly. "Yea, I like to keep it open all night." She buttons her skirt, and tucks her shirt in. Adjusting her coat and hat, looking into the mirror making sure she looks alright.

They walk down the stairs together, talking to each other, the saloon is still alive with singing, drinking and yelling. There are a couple of card games going at some tables in the back. At the bar there's a steady rush of drinks.

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A man sits behind a laptop, his glasses in hand and squeezing the bridge of his nose. He sighs in frustration as he can't seem to find the inspiration to write the next chapter of his book. He picks up a glass with two fingers of Jameson still left. Finishing the drink, he picks up the bottle to pour himself another glass, only to find the bottle is empty. He sighs, looking down and petting his Siamese cat sleeping at his feet. He stands, stretches and yawns.

The cat is woken by sudden movement, stands and stretches herself. He walks into the kitchen tossing the empty bottle into the trash with a loud clank as it hit another empty bottle. He grabs a bag of cat food from the pantry and fills the bowl next to it. Putting the cat food away, he reaches back in and retrieves another bottle. Suddenly his own stomach gives that familiar growl of hunger.

He walks over to the desk, placing the second bottle of Irish whiskey down. Walks into the bathroom and checks to make sure he isn't a total wreck. He stares at himself for what seems like hours. Can this really what he looks like? He thinks to himself. Rubbing his face and scratching his beard. He could probably use a shave, it's been a few months since... come to think of it he can't remember the last time he actually saw himself in the mirror.

Just as quickly as he looked into the mirror, he looks away, unable to really look at himself in the mirror anymore. Never really could actually. The sight of his own reflection causes too much chaos in his mind. Picking up his jacket, keys, and wallet, he shuts the door and makes sure it's locked. He stands in hall, it smells of piss, baby shit, something someone's cooking, and several other foul smells.

The great thing about living alone, not having to deal with other people's shit. He steps out onto the cold snowy street of Chicago. The city is alive even at this time of the night, You can hear the clubs a few blocks over, the laughter and cheers from the bar a few doors down. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a joint, lighting it and starts down the street.

In the distance a few gun shots go off, seconds later the sirens of the police chasing follow. Screams and shouts for help, someone shouts to dial 911. He keeps his head down and just walks on. There's no real reason to stop and rubberneck it anyway. The wind cuts through him like a swift knife. Chicago wind in the middle of winter is just amazingly cold. He loves it tho, Has since the day he moved here.

The snow piled high from the trucks, Some blocks have so much snow there are tunnels built through for the side walkers. He makes his way to his favorite place, picking up his dinner. Just another block and he picks up a couple of bottles of his favorite whiskey, and heads back home. When he gets there one of the alley cats is waiting on the step for him.

"Hello Murphy. How are you today?" he asks.

"Meow, mew mew." Murphy the cat says.

"That's good to hear bud, How are you today? It's kind of cold for you to be out here huh?" He asks.

"Meow." Murphy replies.

He reaches out and pets the cats head. He can feel the mange and months of outdoor living. The cat is happy, and purrs. He reaches into one of the bags and pulls out carton of milk. He looks around him, then reaches into a small hole under the stairs and pulls out a small plastic dish and pours some milk into it. He sits on the steps and decides to smoke another joint before going back in.

Murphy laps at the milk, looking up at the man to meow every few moments. He sits and smokes, across the street is a large empty parking lot. During the summer the kids use it as their play field, football, baseball, or socceer. Sometimes someone would wheel down a portable basketball hoop. Most times it ends up being filled with more adults than kids then.

People would stand around drinking and smoking, someone might bring a grill even. The big lot was a great place for everyone to hang out and drink. But tonight it's there is an earie silence coming from it, the darkness seems deeper. He sits there, staring into the dark lot puffing at his joint. Something moves, catching his eye. He blinks and shakes it off, looking at Murphy, he picks up the plastic dish and put it into the bag, and heads back in.

He decides to stop and check the mail, nothing as usual. He isn't surprised, he has no one left in his life that would bother to send him anything. Maybe a bill collector or the usual junk mail. Shutting the box, turns and at the end of the hallway, stands a small child. He stops and stares, he didn't know there were any kids in the building. The kid doesn't move, and he can't make out the face, but he knows its a small child maybe of 6 years old.

The outer door hits him in the back almost knocking the bag out of his arm, he jumps, turns to find out whose coming in the door.

"Oh I'm so sorry I didn't see you there." Says a young woman, her long reddish brown hair falls over her eyes and an orange falls out of her back, Without even a thought he reaches out and catches the orange. Her eyes meet his, shock and amazment on her face. He puts the orange into her bag and quickly runs up the stairs.

"Hey wait!" She calls out, He stops, but doesn't turn around. "What's your name? She asks.

"Edward." He says. And continues to run up the stairs, she leans over to watch him out of curiousity, she listens and counts then waits for the door to close.

He reaches into his pocket nerves, panicking, his hands shaking. The keys jiggling loudly as he tries so hard to get them into the lock, turn the key, slam the door and he leans up against it. Closing his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, over and over. His eyes closed, muttering something to himself. His breathing slows and he realizes Paddy is pawing at his leg.

He looks down and takes one last deep breath. He walks over and sets the bag down on the kitchen counter. Paddy follows him and rubs up against his leg. He puts away the things he bought. He goes over and takes a look out the window, looking over the city. He takes a sip of his irish whiskey, he begins to relax. He looks down at his cat.

She lays on the floor, licking her paw and rubbing her head. She looks up and meows at him. He smiles. Looking back out the window down at the empty black lot. He takes another sip, and gets lost in thought staring at the lot. Again something in the darkness begins to move, he leans in trying to make sure he isn't seeing something.

Again something moves in the blackness. It doesn't have much shape but it stirs. He blinks again, even reaches up with a hand and rubs his eyes to make sure. But he sees it there in the darkness, some kind of thing growing under the surface. He doesn't feel scared, or worried. He just stares, knowing this is all probably just in his head.

Things like that tend to happen when he tries to leave his apartment, the world doesn't appear the same to him as everyone else. Everything around him seems to move in waves, merging together, sometimes even looks like water. He doesn't mind so much now, over the years he has just become used to it. It doesn't really bother him to much, he kind of likes it the way the world just seems to blur together.

Most of the time he just stays inside, its easier for him. The stress of going out and seeing the world the way he does can be hard on his mind. It's not easy trying to always make sense of what he is seeing, things have to stay somewhat the same. He sneezes turns away from the window and goes back to watching something on TV.

Paddy jumps onto the couch next to him, and curls up in her favorite spot. He sits there, sipping his drink, flipping through the channels til he finds something worth leaving on. Tossing the remote next to him, he pulls his laptop back into his lap. Flipping through some webpages, he comes back to the blank page of his book, the cursor just blinking at him. *Blang Blang Blang* The alarm clock screams 9:00 am, Edward jumps up awake. The local new on the TV, Paddy pawing at his leg, looking for her food.

The sun is just starting to part the skyline as he looks out the window to the big lot. Thinking to himself the movements in the lot last night were just the junk in there. Rubbing his eyes, he heads for the coffee and begins his morning ritual. A few sit ups, pushups to get the blood flowing. He picks up the trash around the place, feeds Paddy. He decides that he is going to try and get out to look around today, the weather news said that it was going to be cool and dry today. Grabbing and stuffing his laptop into his bag, picking up a few other gadgets he likes to tinker with, along with several rolls of film, and his 450 Polaroid. This is his baby, made in the 70's but still in amazing working condition.

Murphy greets him as he steps on to the front stoop, checking to make sure he has everything. He hits the streets and heads for the "L". Chicago's amazing transit system, There isn't a place in Chicago you can't get too. He grabs the "L" downtown, listening to the latest music he's found and downloaded into his sony walkman, he finds a rhythm that helps him slip in and out of the people coming and going to or from work, or to games, events. Anything is happening in this city. He turns the corner on Canal and 89th St, begins to walk past a high rise corporate building with the 30 feet windows from the ground up.

Edward looks across the street, the traffic is moving at a steady pace, people just as packed on that street as his. He turns to walk down the street and notices out the corner of his eye. He turns, In the window is the town, The same town Jeremiah came to, and got into the fight. The whore house where Coraline took him and they spent the night together. He can't blink his eyes won't let him, his mind races, trying to make rational sense out of it. This is my book, This is the town in the book, the whore house. This can't really be happening, this is just a dream I will wake up, won't I?