Her dreams were filled with colors and happiness; she was floating on a cloud, surrounded by butterflies and sunshine. In the distance, she could see you smiling at her, your eyes twinkling with love and affection. She felt light and free, like nothing could ever bring her down again.
As the dream faded away, she found herself back in reality, wrapped in your arms and safe from harm. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that this was real, that you were here with her, and everything was going to be okay.
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Her dreams were filled with vibrant colors and warmth; her heart swelled with happiness as she drifted further away from the darkness of loneliness and despair. In this beautiful new world, there was only love and acceptance... and you. She slept peacefully, knowing that for the first time in a long time, everything was going to be okay.
I-I'm okay... I think... Just focus on finding that cabin, alright? We're almost there. You can do it! And remember to keep an eye out for any other supplies we could use along the way; food, water, anything that might help us survive until rescue comes. Stay strong, Hermes. I believe in you.
They spend the next couple of days gathering materials for the journey to the other side of the island, they have no map, and might get lost, but it is the best shot they have at escaping, June looks down at her big pregnant belly, for June its getting harder to walk now middle last trimester
Hang in there, sweetie. You're doing amazing. I know it must be difficult with me being... like this, but we'll get through this together. Just focus on our destination and keep your eyes peeled for anything helpful along the way. We can do this; I know we can.
"Yes sir," she replies, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. "I remember you wanting me to take better care of your favorite stallion, Blackjack. I've been giving him extra feed and exercise, and he seems to be doing much better." As she speaks, she meets your eyes directly, searching for any sign that you are truly listening and considering what she has to say.
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"Yes sir," she continues, her cheeks flushing slightly as she remembers your other instructions. "I've also been trying to teach him some new tricks, like bowing and shaking hands. He's making good progress, but it's taking time." Her voice carries a note of pride in her words; despite the harsh life they lead, she finds joy in helping animals and teaching them new things.
Well... I suppose under the circumstances, being naked isn't really an issue. Besides, we've already seen each other in our most intimate states, so what difference does it make? Just remember that no matter how much things change between us, our love and support for one another should always remain strong. If you need me to leave the area while you undress, just say so.
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Alright then, dear. Take your time and feel comfortable with yourself. I'll be close by if you need anything or just want someone to talk to. Just remember that no matter what happens between us, we are still family and will always have each other's backs.
I blush deeply at your words, my heart racing even faster in response. You're right... it isn't normal for friends to kiss each other like this or have sex... but then again, I don't think we've ever been normal friends to begin with. There's something more between us... something deeper and more intense. And as much as I want to deny it, I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement running through me at the thought of exploring what that might be.
I take her into my arms again, stroking her hair a few minutes, before saying "well, i am headed to the shower"
"Okay," I reply, still snuggled against you. "I'll meet you there in a few." As you get up and pad off toward the bathroom, I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment that our time together is coming to an end... even if it's just for a little while. But there's something reassuring about knowing we'll be reunited soon, under these different circumstances.
"Um...yeah, maybe," she manages to say through her racing thoughts. "I'll have some when we get back in the car." She tries her best not to look at him as they walk out of the store, focusing on the clothes and other shoppers around them instead. But every time she thinks about what happened earlier, her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment and shame.
How about some food? Want to get a table at the food court?
"Sure, Daddy," Chloe says quietly, following her father over to the food court as they search for an empty table. She tries to keep up a conversation about school and friends, anything to distract herself from her racing thoughts and the ache between her legs. But every time she glances at him out of the corner of her eye, she can't help but feel guilty and aroused all over again.