by Mark Joseph Kiewlak
(04/09/08)
His hands were touching her. That was all she knew. She had asked for this, wanted it -- and now it was coming true. His touch was gentle in all the right places, hard when she wanted it to be. He did not over-stimulate her nipples or her clitoris. He did not speak. She saw him as a rugged man, perhaps. Certainly not the touch of a pianist.
She arched her back, and this brought two of his fingers deeper inside her. She wanted whatever he gave. That was the way it would work. She was open to it all, not questioning, not anticipating. His mouth was against hers, then gone. Then his penis was there, pressing on her lips. She took it inside her mouth.
There was no blindfold. She could open her eyes anytime. Some women did. But this, she felt, would disappoint, would lessen the fantasy. The table upon which she lay was in the center of the room, a standard examination table, except soft leather, slippery now with her sweat. She was on display, to be certain, but also in control, it seemed. This was her moment to dictate, her time to come alive.
He would ejaculate soon, in the back of her throat. She prepared herself for his fluid. This was the way it was always done. This was right, this was good. It was better that it should happen here in this place, in this manner, than in some random encounter.
His fingers pressed deeper, finding the place inside of her, getting her ready.
She wanted it now, she was sure. All doubt subsided.
She could feel the blood surging through his penis. It throbbed against her tongue. She began to suck harder. There was no turning back. She had made the right decision.
The semen exploded into her mouth. She swallowed it all.
And the world began to drift away.
She would sleep now, peacefully. It was done.
When she awoke, the doctor was standing over her, a kind face, a gentle smile.
"How long now?" she said. "How long will it be?"
The doctor caressed her swollen abdomen and then her breasts.
"A matter of moments," he said.
"Was I...properly stimulated?"
"Of course. The semen traveled directly to the egg chamber in your stomach. Fertilization was instantaneous. We can show you later, but for now just know that the child will be healthy, strong, and very handsome. We've also accelerated the maturation process, as you requested. The child will be born within the hour."
This made her feel elated, so free, such a gift to be able to give life in this manner.
"Will the child...be happy?"
The doctor again caressed her abdomen. He bent and gave her a passionate kiss.
"Quite happy," he said. "We have the perfect parents all lined up and waiting. They are very grateful that you've taken the time to do this."
She reached over and felt his erect penis through his trousers. She squeezed it between her fingers.
A world of sensuality. Of delight. Her own thoughts dictated all that would occur. She was safe. And life was bursting from within her.
"It's time," the doctor said.
She arrived at home just moments before her husband. He came in the door and went about his routine, never being impolite, but ignoring her deeper needs all the same. He was a good man. But he would never come on her face.
Later that night she was sitting at the computer, escaping to worlds within, when he came up behind her to say goodnight. He kissed her on top of her head and climbed into bed, turning automatically away from her.
"I almost forgot to ask," he said, half-awake, "did you do anything interesting this afternoon?"
She put a hand to her stomach, caressing, fulfilled, and the other hand between her legs, two fingers entering.
She did not answer.
